She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Dude gets a new asshole

Holy shit, John Stewart tears Jim Cramer (and CNBC even more) a huge new brown eye. Some of this is like Curb Your Enthusiasm-level uncomfortable. Watch clip 3 especially, it's some serious shit. Money quote "I understand you want to make finance entertaining, but it’s not a fucking game."


Part One:



Part Two:



Part Three:



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