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Katwoman
13th December 2009, 10:51
T'was the night before Christmas and the stock market on Wall Street just didn't care, that Benanke and Timmy soon would be there.

The children were so indebted they had to sleep in straw beds, while visions of tax collectors danced in their heads. And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my straw cap, had just lost our life savings thanks to the FEDs history of feeding us crap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a custom made yellow Mercedes and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, who was such a lively old dodger I knew in a moment it must be Jim Rogers.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now, Sugar and Cement!
Now Oil! Now Coal!
On, Cotton, On Copper!
On, Silver and Gold!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of investments, and Paige Parker too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Rogers came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of commodities he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all remember to buy your commodities right!"

ccjoe
13th December 2009, 11:01
T'was the night before Christmas and but the stock market on Wall Street just didn't care, that Benanke and Timmy soon would be there.

The children were so indebted they had to sleep in straw beds, while visions of tax collectors danced in their heads. And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my straw cap, had just lost our life savings thanks to the FEDs history of feeding us crap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a custom made yellow Mercedes and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, who was such a lively old dodger I knew in a moment it must be Jim Rogers.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now, Sugar and Cement!
Now Oil! Now Coal!
On, Cotton, On Copper!
On, Silver and Gold!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of investments, and Paige Parker too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney Rogers came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of commodities he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all remember to buy your commodities right!"

I'll forward this to jim. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it:)

ccjoe
13th December 2009, 11:15
http://www.marketoracle.co.uk/Article15753.html
Jim seems to be onmiscient!
Kitty--How did you know about Paige?
Are you e'ing them too?
They are great people!

Katwoman
13th December 2009, 12:12
Thanks CC. No I do not personally communicate with them but I do have a profound appreciation for their way of life. We are quite the adventurous lot ourselves and like Jim and Paige we get our info from what we see going on around the world not from the papers etc.

At times this can be disheartening especially when we are coming back into an area ravaged by man after having been in a more natural setting for awhile. Unless you spend some time in those areas of the world that are as yet untouched you really cannot appreciate the damage due to waste and destruction of natural resources that easy money has permitted in the past 100 years. The Keynesian's love to say how the access to credit permits expansion of businesses and job creation etc. but they never want to talk about how the same easy money has also permitted the over development of land and the manufacture of too much disposable junk that now dots the landscape from sea to shinning sea.

To have a sound world view and to best predict what is coming it is always best to have seen the world through your own eyes;)

ccjoe
13th December 2009, 13:52
Thanks CC. No I do not personally communicate with them but I do have a profound appreciation for their way of life. We are quite the adventurous lot ourselves and like Jim and Paige we get our info from what we see going on around the world not from the papers etc.

At times this can be disheartening especially when we are coming back into an area ravaged by man after having been in a more natural setting for awhile. Unless you spend some time in those areas of the world that are as yet untouched you really cannot appreciate the damage due to waste and destruction of natural resources that easy money has permitted in the past 100 years. The Keynesian's love to say how the access to credit permits expansion of businesses and job creation etc. but they never want to talk about how the same easy money has also permitted the over development of land and the manufacture of too much disposable junk that now dots the landscape from sea to shinning sea.

To have a sound world view and to best predict what is coming it is always best to have seen the world through your own eyes;)

I agree
I hope you don't mind but I posted your poem on GIM and forwarded that to Jim also.
FYI ----He just NOW e'd me back and said "Gosh Thanks" His exact quote> I definitely think he was thanking you.
On GIM I introded your poem by saying it was from a top TA poster at Silver Seeker. I hope that was okay. Maybe I should have asked for your approbation?
joe
I assume you made up that poem? If you did, it will go down (to me) as the GREATEST POST in silver seeker history. Really.

Katwoman
13th December 2009, 14:15
Thanks I am glad he liked it.

Yes, it is a Katwoman original.

Note I made small edit to the original due to a typo

silversurfer1
13th December 2009, 15:28
Kat that was a riot and ohhh so true.


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