Hope all goes well. Snuck down to the water. Early. To watch the storm roll in. And walked along the beach. Alone. As the sea churned. Lifted by a fearsome wind. That wiped the sand clean. And striped trees of dead leaves. Branches too. A dessert storm is rare. Miraculous. Cleansing. Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled. And as the liquidity poured down, I considered the metaphor. For a brief moment. Then got the F out

The young, pudgy strongman towered over his starving midgets. And directed their gaze to the sky. But one skeptical man refused, and surveyed the scene, at ground level. Counted the costs of a system without checks. And balances. The staggering misallocation of capital that inevitably accompanies rule by the unelected. Indeed, the pudgy strongman’s army had recently lowered minimum height requirements to 4ft 9in R

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Well, actually, my children have. And on Easter no less. Now, this may sound hypocritical, and yeah, you hate that, but I want to enter the kingdom as a wealthy man. For the life of me though, can’t figure out how to squeeze a camel through the eye of a needle. So I pray if I raise fine kids, you sneak me through the back door. Which brings me to last Sunday. My four angels fough

Hope all goes well. Sunny and seventy one day. Snowy sprinkles the next. Flowers are out. Tattoos too. Yeah, that’s early spring in NY. Of course, time moves quick here. Ain’t even summer, and they’re talking about autumn. Yeah, nearly everyone is antsy. Agitated. They say it’s too late to buy, but too early to sell. So fellas place little bets, on tomorrow’s unpredictable forecast. Trying to keep warm and dry. Bidin

Life. Business. An uncertain future. Man’s potential. Maximizing it. From the day we’re born, till expiration. Yeah, that pretty much covers our conversations. Years ago I explained to my Dad what I do – he’s a rocket scientist, so you see, I’m kind of a disappointment. I tried to make my work sound real complicated, fancy. But he kept asking questions. And arrived at this conclusion, “So you essentially guess betwee

Couldn’t find the right words. To defend his disappointing Presidency. And attack Romney. So he searched the world, for inspiration. Sarajevo celebrated another uneasy anniversary. Remember? 20 years ago, wolves devoured 100,000 lambs in Bosnia Herzegovina. Thousands fled Syria for Turkey (2,300 on Wed alone), as Assad swung his scythe in advance of the UN’s dubious Apr 10th ceasefire. America handed 25yrs to the Mer

Saw the Hunger Games. Read the book too. Weaves four all-time favorites – Brave New World, 1984, Fahrenheit 451 and Lord of the Flies — into a killer tale. Be honest, who doesn’t love the underdog? Abhor the machine? The flick really hit a chord. Just look at those box office records. Hey, you see? China made arrests. Shut sites. State Internet Information Office announced a few rebellious souls had been “admon

Hope all goes well. Saw the Hunger Games. Read the book too. Weaves four all-time favorites – Brave New World, 1984, Fahrenheit 451 and Lord of the Flies — into a killer tale. Be honest, who doesn’t love the underdog? Abhor the machine? The flick really hit a chord. Just look at those box office records. Hey, you see? China made arrests. Shut sites. State Internet Information Office announced a few rebellious s

“Their option expires after April’s new Moon,” announced one of America’s top middle-eastern military advisors. You see, without a lunar lamp, Israeli F-18’s, are harder to down. “US and Israel have different Red Lines,” he said. America’s committed to preventing Iran from acquiring a nuke. Israel’s committed to preventing Mullah’s from acquiring the capacity to build one. “It’ll take 5-6mths to make 1 bomb, but they

Rat-a-tat-tat. What’s that? Rat-a-tat-tat. You hear that? Nope, me neither. But someone did, went all a twitter. Now the blogoshpere’s afire. With rumors, of a failed coup. In Beijing. Folks say they heard tanks rumble by. Planes in the sky. Oh my. But why? Well, power and money rarely shift hands without a hitch. A hanging chad. Ooops, I mean Chen. Or Chang. So, after Bo Xilai lost a power struggle, did his ally, Zh