"Main Street is never again held responsible for Wall Street's mistakes." Whoosh....
That was the sound of something  going over America's head. Something about the size of Rodan the Flying  Reptile. And frankly I don't think the president even meant to be coy or  deceptive. It just means he doesn't get it either. Never again....
Never again?What the fuck?
Why even  this time?  Why isn't there an army of federal attorneys out there,  their teeth bristling with subpoenas, beating the bushes in every lane  and skyscraper floor of lower Manhattan (and Fairfield County,  Connecticut, not to mention a thousand office parks around the USA) to  roust out the grifters and swindlers who took Main Street to the  cleaners this time. 
The audacity of cluelessness!  And the hilarity of "next time."
Earth to President  Obama: there isn't going to be a next time. This time was enough  to git 'er done. Wall Street - in particular the biggest "banks" -  packaged up and sold enough swindles to unwind 2500 years of western  civilization. You simply cannot imagine the amount of bad financial  paper out there right now in every vault and portfolio on the planet.
Enough, really, to sink any company even pretending to trade in things  more abstract than a mud brick or an hour of labor. What's more, the  cross-collateralized obligations between them are so vast and intricate  that all the standing timber in North America could not be fashioned  into enough pick-up sticks to represent the hideous death-dealing tangle  of frauds waiting for the wing-beat of a single black swan to come  crashing down.
Go out and get a copy of Michael Lewis's  recent book The Big Short for a close-up view on one micro-corner  of the investment world. You will discover that the people fabricating  things like synthetic collateralized debt obligations (CDOs) had no idea  what the fuck they were doing - besides deliberately creating documents  that nobody would ever understand, that would never be unraveled by  teams of law clerks or secret words or magic incantations or prayers to  some dark hirsute deity, and were guaranteed to place in jeopardy every  operation of the world economy above the barter level.
Sorry to invoke  the hoary old metaphor about the horse being out of the barn - but the  larger problem is what the horse left behind in a great steaming mound  clear up to the rafters. There was nothing to understand in all this  crap, except that betting against it was a good idea, and then only for  those who placed the earliest bets - because everybody else is going to  get just as screwed as those who stuffed their vaults and portfolios  with Triple-A rated horseshit.
What banks and governments  have been doing for the past eighteen months is a dumbshow meant to  distract the public from the fact that the world financial system has  been effectively destroyed. There isn't enough money left in the known  reaches of the universe to pay off the outstanding claims. In fact, not  even close.
Everything that proceeds from this fiasco will be in service  of impoverishing most of the population and, incidentally, probably  bringing down governments and, with them, convenient social usufructs  such as due process of law and civil order. What remains - what you're  watching right now on CNN or Fox - is just a representation of the  former structures of civilized life, what Joe Bageant refers to as "the  hologram," a kind of 3-D picture you can see around, that looks like  reality, but is actually immaterial, a collective hallucination. It's  comfortable living in a hologram - until you discover that you're in  one.
In the summertime, when there are weenies to grill  and Jet-skis to commit suicide on, the public is usually having too much  fun to pay attention to anything. Maybe this is how come summertime is  also when lots of bad shit happens, or gets ready to happen. The guns of  August... blitzkrieg... 9-11... the death of Lehman Brothers....
A few other social notes this week: Something else the public  (and, of course, the news media) missed in the General McChrystal  affair. It wasn't just that the general badmouthed his civilian  superiors. It was that he was not the other thing that an army officer  should be: a gentleman. He was a lout who reveled in everything  lowest in his own culture.
He was a man so disturbed by having to spend a  night in Paris at a good restaurant with civilized people that it seems  to have driven him plumb batshit. General George Patton - a man  renowned for his own profane intemperance - would have boxed Stanley  McChrystal's ears for his sheer childishness and assigned him to Graves  Registration. When the USA falls apart in a few years, let's hope  General McChrystal doesn't ride over the horizon on a white horse with  an army of Af-stan vets flexing their neck tattoos behind him.
Oh, and something else: notice that the Deepwater Horizon oil  gusher has vanished from the front pages of The New York Times  and even The Huffington Post. Nobody gives a shit anymore.
Bring  it on.
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