Are the Bankers Dancer?

One may well ask Mr. Flowers. Then again one must unask the question. Are the bankers dancer? Are we dancer? It is immaterial. There is too little time for these hypothetical questions.

I say there is little time left. The piper will be paid and all of Bernanke's shamanic healing can't staunch the flow of green money blood pouring out of the United states. The sort of poisonous blood which is highly acidic and corrodes the other countries of this planet.

The losses will mount and the only hot property will be stolen property, canned tomatoes, shotguns, locks, comforters, tea, a collection of vegetable and grain seed, and something else, something elusive.

How did Goldman the fortress of money get touched? The seething asian hordes have mounted the gates and are storming through the city.
Dark days ahead. Still, the torch must be carried forward.