They may be rich and they may be famous, but they can't hide from the poison pen of Domesticus!

Ben Bernanke: Twisted Logic?

Ben Bernanke does the twist

Domesticus: Mr. Bernanke, first of all, we recognize that you’ve got one tough job. Last year, we even wrote you a sincere note to tell you so, and offered our sympathies. To which one of your staff people actually responded with a thank-you note.  We understand that trying to manage the economy–well, not manage it, but, you know, trying to keep the weather not too hot and not too cold while somebody’s always screaming about heatstroke and somebody else is dying of frostbite, is really an impossible task to get right. In fact, some people would say that since it’s such it’s an impossible task,  your job shouldn’t even exist. We don’t know about that, but we know we wouldn’t want to do it.

So we have a lot of sympathy for you, trying as you are to do the impossible. But we also have some questions. Because frankly, we’re concerned about the deficit, the big gap between what the government owes people–especially older people who, even if they can’t retire are liable to get sick some day–and what the government can afford to pay them. Can you summarize for us what the Fed is doing about this problem?

Bernanke: Sure. First we had QE1, where we bought up all those bad mortgages that never should have been made in the first place.

Domesticus: When you say we

Bernanke: I mean us taxpayers. You, me, your Aunt Hilda, your neighbor down the street who paid $500k for that piece of swampland, we’re all in this together. So we bought up the bad mortgages that were weighing down poor Fannie and Freddie and also gave them $100 billion in pocket change so they could put dinner on the table. And then we cut interest rates to zero so that we would all feel cozy and start spending again.

Domesticus: And what was the result?

Bernanke: Mortgage rates went way-way-way down.

Domesticus: And people and businesses started spending again?

Bernanke: No, they were too scared.

Domesticus: So then what did you do?

Bernanke: QE2. We bought long-term Treasury bonds. Lots of them, $600 billion worth.

Domesticus: And what did that do?

Bernanke: Created a stock market boom. Saved us from depression! Created jobs.

Domesticus: How many jobs were created?

Bernanke: Some 700,000.

Domesticus: Let’s see…$600 billion spent, 700,000 jobs…that means we spent $850,000 to create each job. And unemployment was still over 9 percent.

Bernanke: But mortgage rates went way-way-way down.

Domesticus: Tell me what you did next.

Bernanke: Operation Twist! We sold short-term Treasury bonds and used the money to buy long-term Treasury bonds.

Domesticus: What for?

Bernanke: To get interest rates down so people and businesses would feel comfortable spending again.

Domesticus: Did it work?

Bernanke: There was a big meltdown in Europe and people here were afraid of catching it, so they didn’t go out and spend money and create jobs like they were supposed to do. But mortgage rates did go way-way-way

Domesticus: Mr. Bernanke, you’re scaring me. You’re making it sound like the Fed only knows how to do one thing, and we have these giant, mounting debts that we can never repay staring us in the face. What if someone is falling asleep at their desk and needs to retire? What if someone gets sick? What if someone gets mad and throws a brick through the window at Citibank? What are we going to do, Mr. Bernanke?!

Bernanke: Chill, baby! There’s nothing to fear but fear itself. Here, I’ll show you. [Pushes up from his chair and strides across the room to a black box sitting in the corner. Opens it and sorts through it.] Ah, here it is! [Pulls out a cd and pops it into his computer.]

Bernanke [singing along and dancing]:

Come on, let’s twist again

Like we did last summer

Yeah, let’s twist again

Like we did last year!

Do you remember when

Things were really hummin’?

Yeah, let’s twist again

Twistin’ time is here!

 

 

 

 

 

Goldman Sachs

Doing God's Work

What’s going on at Goldman Sachs? Are they really as evil as trader Greg Smith said in his very public resignation letter published in the New York Times? Or was it merely a case of sour grapes on the part of Mr. Smith, who, though he made $500,000 to $700,000 a year, failed to achieve Master of the Universe status at Goldman, where he is now being called a “disgruntled mid-level employee.”

To find out the truth, Domesticus decided to interview another trader at the busy firm. We caught up with Mr. Stikit Tuem as he was hastily clearing the remains of a Subway Spicy Italian sandwich from his desk.

Domesticus: Gee Mr. Tuem, you’re a top trader at the Big G–where’s the three-martini lunch?

ST: Are you kidding?! Our hours here are 7 to 12. That’s a.m. to a.m. Breakfast is a bowl of Wheaties at your desk. Lunch is Subway, and for dinner we get Chinese take-out. That’s our culture. We call it diligence.

Domesticus: I see. And speaking of culture and diligence, is it true that Goldman traders call their clients “muppets”?

ST: I’ve never used the term myself. It’s mostly the Brits who use it, even though the actual  Muppets were created right here in America! Over in India, they say “gandu,” and in South Africa, it’s “domkop.”   In China it’s sometimes “baichi” and sometimes “shazi.” We’re a global firm, you know.

Domesticus: How accurate was Matt Taibbi’s Rolling Stone article that called Goldman a “great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money”?

ST: He didn’t do his research. He doesn’t know the half of it. Goldman has been around since 1869 and has a very long and colorful history.

Domesticus: Are you saying–

ST’s Secratary poking her head in the door: Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Tuem, but you’ve got a client on the line.

ST: On the line! Well, let’s reel him in! Is he a big fish?

ST’s Secretary: I’m not sure what you mean. He said he’s a childhood friend of your mother’s and he just lost his home to foreclosure. He’s considering bankruptcy and really needs some financial advice. He sounds pretty down, and said something regarding taking some pills and jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge if he can’t straighten out his affairs.

ST: The Brooklyn Bridge! How corny can you get?! Guy’s got the imagination of a slug! No wonder he’s bad off. Tell him I’m in a meeting.

ST’s Secretary: But what if he jumps?

ST: In a meeting, I said!

ST’s Secretary: Closes door and leaves.

ST: Let’s see, where were we?

Domesticus: We were on the culture at Goldman. What do you think about Fabulous Fab, who boasted of being the only one left standing when the market collapsed from all the exotic derivatives he created?

ST: Those Frogs. Always think they’re superior to everybody else. Well, look where he is now!

Domesticus: So I take it you’d agree with your chief executive’s statement that you are just bankers “doing God’s work.”

ST: Damn right! We bust our balls for our clients. And if those 404s don’t even realize it, they deserve to  have their eyeballs ripped out!

Domesticus: Thank you, Stikit Tuem. In just one short interview, you’ve taught us as much as we ever want to know on the subject of Goldman Sucks…er, Sachs. Have a great evening, and stay dry.

 

Miss Piggy and Kermit, photo by Ross Hawkes. Miss Piggy says, "The early bird gets the worm--which is what he deserves."