From Bailout to Payout - Citigoup.

Another slap in the face to the taxpayer - Citigroup wants to hand out bonuses to certain workers, after receiving $45 billion to save their asses.
They, at least, provide two excuses, er, reasons:
1.They need to pay retention bonuses to demoralized workers. (Huh? Having a job should keep them moralized.)
2.Inability to pay will make them vulnerable to poaching by competitors. (Ditto on the 'Huh?'. What competitors? What jobs?)
When do they not get a bonus? Times are good - bonus. Times are bad - bonus.
I keep up on the news and current affairs, and do not recall any poaching going on in the banking industry or any industry, for that matter. (An example of poaching would be nice.) It's called getting a new job. (I started one recently and I wasn't poached. I was offered the position and accepted.) As well, people accept new positions all the time, regardless of the economy. And, don't forget the thousands that were laid off. Any business would love to be in that position. Get rid of a huge salary and bring in someone who will do just as good of a job, but for less dollars. These companies should be using this time to 'thin the herd' and increase the quality of their workforce. The pool of candidates must be immense.
We have to do away with these myths/excuses/reasons and other BS thrust upon us by people in this industry and related industries. They feel they are above reproach and their intellect is so superior, that we (the masses) shouldn't question their motives, decisions or actions. Look where that got us.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, is expendable.

I got 3 words for you...

Go fuck yourself. Shall we begin? Let's get started. Drop the needle. Drop dead gorgeous. Drop your drawers. Give and go. Go away home. Bow your head. Let us pray. Praise the Lord. Fuck the world. Wear a condom. Blow me dry. Call me dusty. Feel my pain. Settle the score. Nice putt, Alliss. No means no. Four more years. Bait and switch. Shake your booty. Catch and release. Compile a list. Stock the shelves. No parking anytime. Check the facts. Walk the walk. Talk the talk. Release the hounds. Settle the score. Bone up, baby. Set the table. Suck my wake. Eat my dust. Eat my shit. Eat my pussy. Butter your muffin. Steal the show. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me harder. No means harder. Wives and girlfriends. Sign here, please. Watch your mouth. Follow my lead. Follow the leader. Turn it up. Tune in tomorrow. Answer the phone. Pull the trigger. Pull my finger. Pull a prank. Pull no punches. Spike the punch. Punch the clock. Punch and Judy. Shirk your responsibility. Clean your clock. Wag the dog. 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Change your underwear. Buy and sell. Crash and burn. At your request. Available upon request. Jerk yourself off. Sit 'n spin. Stop and go. Stop the insanity. Jump for joy. Hail a cab. Cop a feel. Cops and robbers. Go to bed. Binge and purge. Grievous Bodily Harm. Stop that man. I hear ya. As per you. Flip 'em over. Spruce it up. Fuck it up. Fuck it altogether. Blow your mind. Ready, Aim, Fire. Ready the troops. Take your man. Cover your man. Shave your pussy. Shave her pussy. Suck my balls. Break a leg. Slice of bread. Bread and water. Bottle of pop. Bag of chips. Pop and chips. Fork and knife. Spaghetti and meatballs. Fish and chips. Burger and fries. HP and CB. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Cut the crap. Cut the lawn. Rake the lawn. Mow the lawn. Push it in. Pull it out. Pull the shoot. Pull your goalie. Pulled pork sandwiches. Flash your badge. Flash your tits. Whip 'em out. Shake 'em, baby. Stir the pot. Smoke some pot. Pot-bellied pig. Smoke my pole. Roll a joint. Puff, puff, pass. Pass the puck. Stick and puck. Stick 'em up. Up the ante. Lock and load. Follow your nose. Follow your heart. Location, location, location. Wrap it up. (Remember that one.) Pick your nose. Know your shit. Start the stopwatch. Butter your muffin. Watch my back. Watch your back. Fly the coop. Storm the barricades. Press your luck. Pass the buck. What the fuck? No such luck. Fuck the dog. Screw the pooch. Know your shit. Back me up. Drop me off. Drop the needle. Spank the monkey. Choke your chicken. Bleed my lizard. Maintain your buzz. Kill your buzz. Buzz the tower. Give and go. Past the post. You're an idiot. I've had enough. I gotta go. Just one mo'.

Playing the system.

I read about a woman being deported to the Middle East for illegally entering Canada and, subsequently, having her refugee application denied.

Well, it turns out, she still wants to stay (a bit of advice - follow the proper procedures and you probably have a better chance) and she has spoken about her estranged husband killing her (an honour killing) when she is returned to Pakistan.

I have so many questions right now (I don't expect she would provide any straight answers, as they probably wouldn't jive with her sob story and, thus, no one would feel sorry for her), but here are two, for starters:

1. You entered Canada illegally and did not inform Canadian officials. Why did you keep in touch with a man who is going to murder you? Not only that, you give him specifics about your life that will help him find you and kill you. (I can just imagine the Facebook or Twitter note - "Hi jerk, I am being deported from Canada back to Pakistan on April 28. I arrive at 2:00 p.m. (Pakistani Standard Time). Please meet me there and then lop my head off. Hate, Aneesh P.S. I'll be wearing my best burqa and hijab.)

2.As murder (honour killing or not) is illegal in Pakistan, why doesn't she try going to the authorities? Better yet, stay away from your murderous husband.

Playing on people's sympathies is pretty low and it seems this is the lastest 'game' played by immigrants trying desperately to stay in our country illegally. It seems so many of them conjure up stories of persecution/prosecution in hopes of being allowed to stay in Canada on humanitarian grounds.

It follows 'hot-on-the-heels' of the other great 'game' - 'Where's my passport?'. That's where a wannabe refugee boards a plane, boat...whatever in their home country with a passport and, somewhere along the line, they lose said passport and attempt to seek refugee status in Canada. It worked very well, as their immigration system is full of corruption, holes, weak laws and little enforcement. They can lay the blame for their immigration mess on Pierre Elliot Trudeau (but that's a whole other blog and I have no interest in writing it.)
I have travelled out of country many, many times and not once have I lost my passport.

Rihanna - Gangbanger?? What a shame!!

Love the new tattoo. Idiot!! What a role model!!
And she originally wanted one on each shoulder. WTF?

I love the spin, as well. It's a "protective" tattoo. From what?
Maybe she should have got a couple of "protective" fists and a set of "protective" teeth tattooed on her face and that big shiny forehead of hers, in case CB comes around again...ready for round 2. Ding, Ding!!

I hear she is also getting a "protective" line of coke tattooed right under her nose and a "protective" rape scene tattooed right above her pussy.

I don't know what else to say about this skank.

(Imagine if Marshall Bruce Mathers III got a gun tattoo? Stop the presses. All we would hear is that he is promoting 'gun violence'. And, how about MIA's 'Paper Planes' with it's gunshot 'chymes' in the chorus. I don't think I heard a word about that. "There's a war in Iraq.", she says. Stuff a hijab in it, MIA.)