Pass me another Bud bro, can’t pull myself away, can you believe this show? Of course, it’s heart-warming to have Egyptians celebrate our glorious revolution with one of their own. Fireworks lighting the air. Crowds filling Tahir. But lost in the wide-angle lenses were nuances. Like images of 91 starry-eyed revolutionary sisters, dragged into darkness, surrounding the square, ganged raped by hundreds of their Egyptia
“Big money organizes itself somewhat like feral hogs,” announced my favorite Federal Reserve President, from Dallas. “If they detect a weakness or a bad scent, they’ll go after it,” continued Richard Fisher. “I don’t want to go from Wild Turkey to cold turkey overnight,” he drawled, sending us boars off the scent laid by the Princeton Professor’s sterile taper-talk. But Fisher was just revvin’ up his redneck rhetoric
Beijing sparked it up just in time, 2yrs ahead of schedule, leapfrogging America. The Tianhe-2 supercomputer (Milky Way 2 for those of you without children learning Mandarin) runs at 54.9 petaflops (54,900trln calculations/second for those of you without Mandarin children). The massive military machine runs on 3.12mm Intel chips, which we apparently redesign too quickly to copy. So the first thing they asked Tianhe-2
Wanna catch a fish? Don’t cast in the desert. Wanna bag a bad guy? Don’t listen to phone calls. Nope. Look for the dude without one. A phone that is. Don’t believe me? Go ask bin Laden. So what’s this fuss about then? Well, nothing’s ever as it seems. They say Snowden’s a traitor. For saying 4=2+2. For calling the sky blue. That he’s probably hiding in Hong Kong, but they’re unsure. ’Cause he ditched his phone. Natur
My name is Eric Peters. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a looter. And I’m evil. So says Turkey’s Prime Minister. You see, in Erdogan’s book, all drinkers are alcoholics. All protesters are looters. And tweeters, well, us tweeters are evil. Anyhow, thank god Turkey has lots. It’d be a dry, dark, dense nation without ’em. Ankara’s politicians and media moguls spooned in bed, censoring riot reports, while broadcasting inane docum
I got a thing for flags. The more colors the better. Naturally, I love diversity. Stars and stripes. Red, white, blue. I despise solids flags. They’re so definite. Black in particular. Yeah, that’s the color of the tall dude on dialysis. Solid red sucks. It’s bloody soul destroying. Saudi Royalty pumps and prophets, chanting green is great, so naturally, their flag is solid emerald. Anyhow, hundreds of thousands stor
“Wasabi Abe?” asked Ben, answering his bat phone, in a groggy growl, at 2 AM. “I’ll tell you wasabi,” slurred Japan’s Prime Minister from his smoky situation room, hysterical. “Nikkei down 7.3%, that’s wasabi!” screamed Abe into his mobile, waking Mrs Bernanke. “Gimme the phone,” ordered Anna, taking charge. “So wasabi Abe?” she asked, annoyed by the Prime Minister’s incessant late-night booty calls. “Ah, konnichiwa
Holy Smokes! Even Pope Francis is getting in on the action. Which I guess makes sense, after all, he’s Argentinian, schooled in inflation. Plus he’s in Italy, and Romans been shaving coins since Caesar. Of course, Draghi was born in Rome too. And loves a close shave. Anyhow, with a swipe of the pen, Francis consecrated 800 Christian martyrs as Saints. Roughly 10,000 Saints had been recognized since 450AD. Each requir
Back when I was real smart, I was such a moron. Then I discovered my inner moron, and feel much smarter now. You see, in every cycle, there’s a time for white papers, and a time for comic books. The problem is, most fellas read comics when they ought to study white papers. And vice versa. Anyhow, US stocks hit new highs, as PhD’s repeated dire warnings. But the Fed printed another $20bln this wk. In the past, 7yrs in
Look! Up in the sky. It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s Bertrand Piccard. Superman. He lifted off from Silicon Valley. Circled over San Fran, symbolically bound for DC. Wide-eyed children looked up, inspired, as his magnificent Solar Impulse flew overhead, silently. You see, it’s fueled by Man’s most powerful energy source: Imagination. And runs on Earth’s most abundant fuel: Solar Energy. The delicate plane’s a Swiss c