http://philosophyofmetrics.com/
It will be interesting to see the noise separated from the reports. Looking forward to it John.
Financial topics
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The sartorial effect suggest the guy with the base ball cap gets it.
I still tend to agree with H a fly over govenor would likely be a better fit.
I think the energy policy and balance of trade will assert what we already
know going forward. Some suggest Fox politics just showed that they
are the baby ruth in the politcal pool. The crayon they pulled out the box
was blatant.
I still tend to agree with H a fly over govenor would likely be a better fit.
I think the energy policy and balance of trade will assert what we already
know going forward. Some suggest Fox politics just showed that they
are the baby ruth in the politcal pool. The crayon they pulled out the box
was blatant.
Re: Financial topics
I had not realized how different the Dow, S&P, and Nasdaq have been over the last 2 years.
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Is this a questionnaire for employees? Age discrimination is illegal,aedens wrote: > At the same time, Sikorsky is using a "temp service" to hire new
> employees. The temp service has a 40 page questionaire. Very
> personal stuff. They are activaly seeking 25-45 year old single
> males as statistically they are the cheapest to insure, having no
> families or female plumbing....
> But no one seen that coming.
though widely practiced. Is there perchance a link?
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The one thing that can reliably bring a nation through a time of troubles of the sort we’re facing is a vision of a different future, one that appeals to enough people to inspire them to unite their energies with those of the nation’s official leadership, and put up with the difficulties of the transition. That’s what got the United States through its three previous existential crises: the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and the Great Depression. In each case, when an insupportable status quo finally shattered, enough of the nation united around a charismatic leader, and a vision of a future that was different from the present, to pull some semblance of a national community through the chaos.
We don’t have such a vision in American politics now.
http://thearchdruidreport.blogspot.com/ ... -left.htmlThose policies will be kept in place, in turn, because any other choice would risk pulling the plug on a failing system. I’m not at all sure how many people outside the US have any idea just how frail and brittle the world’s so-called sole hyperpower is just at this moment. To borrow a point made trenchantly some years back by my fellow blogger Dmitry Orlov, the US resembles nothing so much as the Soviet Union in the years just before the Berlin Wall came down: a grandiose international presence, backed by a baroque military arsenal and an increasingly shrill triumphalist ideology, perched uneasily atop a hollow shell of a society that has long since tipped over the brink into economic and cultural freefall.
Neither Hillary Clinton nor any of the other candidates in the running for the 2016 election will change anything that matters, in turn, because any change that isn’t strictly cosmetic risks bringing the entire tumbledown, jerry-rigged structure of American political and economic power crashing down around everyone’s ears. That’s why, to switch examples, Barack Obama a few days ago brought out with maximum fanfare a new energy policy that consists of doing pretty much what his administration has been doing for the last six years already, as though doing what you’ve always done and expecting a different result wasn’t a good functional definition of insanity. Any other approach to energy and climate change, or any of a hundred other issues, risks triggering a crisis that the United States can’t survive in its current form—and the fact that such a crisis is going to happen sooner or later anyway just adds spice to the bubbling pot.
While the periphery breaks down rather slowly at first, the capital cities of the hegemon should collapse suddenly and violently.
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What I wonder is there is "the guy with the base ball cap" as you put it and then "all those other guys". When "all those other guys" drop out one by one, will any of those votes go to "the guy with the base ball cap" or will "all those other guys" collect the votes that are now spread out among them?aedens wrote:The sartorial effect suggest the guy with the base ball cap gets it.
I still tend to agree with H a fly over govenor would likely be a better fit.
I think the energy policy and balance of trade will assert what we already
know going forward. Some suggest Fox politics just showed that they
are the baby ruth in the politcal pool. The crayon they pulled out the box
was blatant.
If the Archdruid is correct, anything Trump does that derails the country from Business As Usual could trigger an implosion. I agree; I think it is too late. Trump doesn't think it's too late yet. I'd rather see the inevitable collapse happen under one of the "political establishment ass clowns" than an "outsider ass clown". It would really be a disaster for all of them to be able to point the finger at Trump and label him as the cause of the collapse.
While the periphery breaks down rather slowly at first, the capital cities of the hegemon should collapse suddenly and violently.
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http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-08-0 ... c-violence
http://woodpilereport.com/
Trump is a stalking horse. We will have to wait and see. The Dimmcrats need time to ease the carnage of who they
left to die.
The original metaphor of watching your partner getting slammed by another dude now simply means abandoned principles and a lack of backbone.... cuckservative memes are about GOP spinelessness on immigration, lies the political left tells about racism in America today, or simple frustration with the perceived limp-wristedness of the right-wing Establishment in the face of the vast left-wing smear machine... “cuckservative” wounds its targets not because it’s racist, but because it’s accurate.
The revolution is between humanity's ears... and they don't want the responsibility.
jun 2014 The simple problem is Americans think they elected a representitive republic of goverment
since no one can deny point blank the Senate has abrogated its role and duties and thus are relegated to local affairs
which some are finding out as Cantor did being chosen is not a condition of security. I find it typical the right can define
small l libertarians in there blood and treasure rhetoric and cannot define itself in the constitutional letter they only it as
a suppository to ger reelected. Both sides of the isle served neither I, or my familys core interests.
http://woodpilereport.com/
Trump is a stalking horse. We will have to wait and see. The Dimmcrats need time to ease the carnage of who they
left to die.
The original metaphor of watching your partner getting slammed by another dude now simply means abandoned principles and a lack of backbone.... cuckservative memes are about GOP spinelessness on immigration, lies the political left tells about racism in America today, or simple frustration with the perceived limp-wristedness of the right-wing Establishment in the face of the vast left-wing smear machine... “cuckservative” wounds its targets not because it’s racist, but because it’s accurate.
The revolution is between humanity's ears... and they don't want the responsibility.
jun 2014 The simple problem is Americans think they elected a representitive republic of goverment
since no one can deny point blank the Senate has abrogated its role and duties and thus are relegated to local affairs
which some are finding out as Cantor did being chosen is not a condition of security. I find it typical the right can define
small l libertarians in there blood and treasure rhetoric and cannot define itself in the constitutional letter they only it as
a suppository to ger reelected. Both sides of the isle served neither I, or my familys core interests.
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I am amazed that we have not started the next financial crisis already. There are lots of things that look like rows of dominoes ready to fall over. When some things go it should trigger other things. All it takes is some trigger to get things started. We have all kinds of countries in crazy financial stress because oil prices have crashed (at least Russia and much of the mid-east). We have Greece with their banks still closed. Though China has managed to prop up their stock market for the moment, it still seems clear this will crash. Puerto Rico is defaulting. Looks like a train wreck where the first 3 cars are already crashing and everyone on all the following cars things all is fine. I think these are interesting times.
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Here's a story about a couple of Kiwi holiday makers recent experience in the land of the free.
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/artic ... d=11494827
Lisa Scott: Kicked out of the US - 33 hours of hell
Kiwi journalist Lisa Scott tells of the reality of US border security and how she and her partner were detained, denied a phone call and deprived of their passports.
Jail time courtesy of Homeland Security was not on journalist Lisa Scott's radar as she and her partner travelled to the United States. Both of them had problems securing a visa but those inconveniences were nothing compared with the reality of US border security. From the safety of a plane home, Lisa recounts the full story.
.........
Both myself and my partner had great difficulties trying to get a J-1 visa for his sabbatical.
We decided to get a quick and easy $14 three-month electronic system for travel authorisation (ESTA) visa waiver. No worries!
Childishly excited, dreaming of beer and bicycling around Lake Michigan, we flew from Frankfurt (upgraded to premium economy, a harbinger of good times to come, said my partner), finally making it to Chicago last Monday.
As we entered the arrivals hall, a loudspeaker broadcast an announcement about measures to prevent the outbreak of foot-and-mouth disease.
''Have you been to a bed and breakfast, near livestock? Please see your nearest agricultural officer. We appreciate your co-operation.''
''Hello!'' we said with enormous smiles to the heavy-set lady manning passport control.
''Come with me,'' she said grimly.
It was the beginning of two days of hell at the hands of Homeland Security.
Starting off a pair of cheerful, carefree Kiwis, we'd be gradually de-humanised, turned into wee trembling beasties.
By the time we left, 33 hours later, we were both shaking and traumatised.
Even now, I feel like we only just got out alive.
Sounds ridiculous, I know, but I think it will take me a long time to get over it.
First, we were detained, denied a phone call and deprived of our passports.
Next, hours and hours in the waiting room of the damned: wailing babies, crying women, men being led off in handcuffs, lots of shouting, Alsatian-mouthed guards.
The increased demand for Homeland Security staff meant those normally pushing a broom were now toting a Glock, and didn't they love lording it over the PhD students of the world.
Everyone in the room had come off an international flight, meaning they were already tired and emotional.
An air conditioner deliberately set in the minuses exacerbated this: bones ached, people shivered in summer clothes.
Why didn't you wait and try harder for your J-1? asked our interrogators, armed with guns, mace and rubber gloves.
To begin with, we rolled our eyes, who would think us a threat?
New Zealanders, babes in the world, harmless.
Surely, this was some kind of mistake?
Nope.
Applying for an ESTA after starting with a J-1 was illegal (nice of the US visa website to let us know) and we were being refused entry.
In a state of shock for a couple of hours, it just didn't seem possible that something like this could happen.
Looking back, I made a few mistakes.
I should have said yes to the phone call to the New Zealand consulate: even if they couldn't actually do anything, at least someone would know where I was.
I wasn't in America, I wasn't anywhere.
I had no legal rights: the very act of applying for an ESTA had waived my right to petition the verdict.
Finger-printed, our pictures were taken, then we were left to ponder our fate until midnight, at which point we had been awake for close to 24 hours.
Told we wouldn't leave until the following evening and that we'd be spending that night in a jail cell, I started crying and I never really stopped.
Stupidly, it didn't occur to me that the economist and I would be separated, wrenched apart for one of the few times in our 15 years together: he into the men's cell, me into the ladies' holding pen.
I wept and wept, worrying that someone was hurting him and he was doing the same.
I had been in such a state when they locked me in, he feared for my sanity.
Have you ever been in jail?
The lights stay on all night and there is a lot of noise.
In my American jail, it was caused by speakers set in the ceiling, broadcasting that same foot-and-mouth public message every 30 minutes.
''Have you been to a bed and breakfast, spent time around livestock?''
After a while it stopped making sense and became a strange garbled poetry.
''Spence time lipstick.''
Lying on top of the vinyl-covered mattress, I began to hallucinate.
Shadows lengthened and changed and I thought I heard the officers outside laughing about one of their colleague's good-cop routine: no, that was real.
Time goes very slowly when you lose your liberty and autonomy.
The very fact that I couldn't get out of that bare concrete room filled me with fear.
In addition I didn't know if the person I loved was safe, or even if I was: the only thing to see outside the cell window was a poster advertising a hotline number to report detainee rape or abuse.
Unfortunately, all our cellphones had been taken off us.
Humiliation, sleep deprivation and other Guantanamo themes abounded.
Most of all, though, the isolation: no phones, no email, no idea what was going on.
Driven to the plane in a prison truck with mesh windows, we are flying back to New Zealand in search of a safe place and cuddles, on a wave of Lufthansa love: whose staff recognise fascism when they see it and gasped in horror at our tale.
Well they might, Lufthansa has to pay the fare as the carrier who brought us to America without recognising us for the reprobates we are.
The plane's chief officer rubbed my arm: ''What can you expect from that country?''
Ironic, as the behaviour we'd been subjected to reminded me of something out of Germany in 1941.
The crafting of appealing untruths: It wasn't a jail cell, it was a comfortable room to lie down in.
''I'm so sorry'', they said insincerely as they sent people who'd lived in America for six years back to China to arrange the removal of their possessions from there. It was the brute rule of law without compassion.
Which is why we were so moved to find out later that friends and colleagues-not-to-be at Northwestern were distraught, and hearing of our plight, they tried everything, went to the airport to petition the supervising officer, even called friends in Washington to try to change her mind.
She remained intractable.
Just like the Americans we never got to meet, we detainees were immeasurably kind to each other, sharing gum, food and tissues.
Hugs were freely given.
We were all in this together.
When those twin towers came down, in its grief and rage America lost some of its humanity, its decency.
These weren't good people, shouting and ruining the lives of the poor, tired huddled masses - although I'm sure in their own minds they were protecting their country.
From an economist and a lifestyle columnist, mind.
All this for something that filling out a form would have fixed.
Terrorising to fight terrorism, this is how hate is made.
You have to admit, Osama won.
====================================================================
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/artic ... d=11494827
Lisa Scott: Kicked out of the US - 33 hours of hell
Kiwi journalist Lisa Scott tells of the reality of US border security and how she and her partner were detained, denied a phone call and deprived of their passports.
Jail time courtesy of Homeland Security was not on journalist Lisa Scott's radar as she and her partner travelled to the United States. Both of them had problems securing a visa but those inconveniences were nothing compared with the reality of US border security. From the safety of a plane home, Lisa recounts the full story.
.........
Both myself and my partner had great difficulties trying to get a J-1 visa for his sabbatical.
We decided to get a quick and easy $14 three-month electronic system for travel authorisation (ESTA) visa waiver. No worries!
Childishly excited, dreaming of beer and bicycling around Lake Michigan, we flew from Frankfurt (upgraded to premium economy, a harbinger of good times to come, said my partner), finally making it to Chicago last Monday.
As we entered the arrivals hall, a loudspeaker broadcast an announcement about measures to prevent the outbreak of foot-and-mouth disease.
''Have you been to a bed and breakfast, near livestock? Please see your nearest agricultural officer. We appreciate your co-operation.''
''Hello!'' we said with enormous smiles to the heavy-set lady manning passport control.
''Come with me,'' she said grimly.
It was the beginning of two days of hell at the hands of Homeland Security.
Starting off a pair of cheerful, carefree Kiwis, we'd be gradually de-humanised, turned into wee trembling beasties.
By the time we left, 33 hours later, we were both shaking and traumatised.
Even now, I feel like we only just got out alive.
Sounds ridiculous, I know, but I think it will take me a long time to get over it.
First, we were detained, denied a phone call and deprived of our passports.
Next, hours and hours in the waiting room of the damned: wailing babies, crying women, men being led off in handcuffs, lots of shouting, Alsatian-mouthed guards.
The increased demand for Homeland Security staff meant those normally pushing a broom were now toting a Glock, and didn't they love lording it over the PhD students of the world.
Everyone in the room had come off an international flight, meaning they were already tired and emotional.
An air conditioner deliberately set in the minuses exacerbated this: bones ached, people shivered in summer clothes.
Why didn't you wait and try harder for your J-1? asked our interrogators, armed with guns, mace and rubber gloves.
To begin with, we rolled our eyes, who would think us a threat?
New Zealanders, babes in the world, harmless.
Surely, this was some kind of mistake?
Nope.
Applying for an ESTA after starting with a J-1 was illegal (nice of the US visa website to let us know) and we were being refused entry.
In a state of shock for a couple of hours, it just didn't seem possible that something like this could happen.
Looking back, I made a few mistakes.
I should have said yes to the phone call to the New Zealand consulate: even if they couldn't actually do anything, at least someone would know where I was.
I wasn't in America, I wasn't anywhere.
I had no legal rights: the very act of applying for an ESTA had waived my right to petition the verdict.
Finger-printed, our pictures were taken, then we were left to ponder our fate until midnight, at which point we had been awake for close to 24 hours.
Told we wouldn't leave until the following evening and that we'd be spending that night in a jail cell, I started crying and I never really stopped.
Stupidly, it didn't occur to me that the economist and I would be separated, wrenched apart for one of the few times in our 15 years together: he into the men's cell, me into the ladies' holding pen.
I wept and wept, worrying that someone was hurting him and he was doing the same.
I had been in such a state when they locked me in, he feared for my sanity.
Have you ever been in jail?
The lights stay on all night and there is a lot of noise.
In my American jail, it was caused by speakers set in the ceiling, broadcasting that same foot-and-mouth public message every 30 minutes.
''Have you been to a bed and breakfast, spent time around livestock?''
After a while it stopped making sense and became a strange garbled poetry.
''Spence time lipstick.''
Lying on top of the vinyl-covered mattress, I began to hallucinate.
Shadows lengthened and changed and I thought I heard the officers outside laughing about one of their colleague's good-cop routine: no, that was real.
Time goes very slowly when you lose your liberty and autonomy.
The very fact that I couldn't get out of that bare concrete room filled me with fear.
In addition I didn't know if the person I loved was safe, or even if I was: the only thing to see outside the cell window was a poster advertising a hotline number to report detainee rape or abuse.
Unfortunately, all our cellphones had been taken off us.
Humiliation, sleep deprivation and other Guantanamo themes abounded.
Most of all, though, the isolation: no phones, no email, no idea what was going on.
Driven to the plane in a prison truck with mesh windows, we are flying back to New Zealand in search of a safe place and cuddles, on a wave of Lufthansa love: whose staff recognise fascism when they see it and gasped in horror at our tale.
Well they might, Lufthansa has to pay the fare as the carrier who brought us to America without recognising us for the reprobates we are.
The plane's chief officer rubbed my arm: ''What can you expect from that country?''
Ironic, as the behaviour we'd been subjected to reminded me of something out of Germany in 1941.
The crafting of appealing untruths: It wasn't a jail cell, it was a comfortable room to lie down in.
''I'm so sorry'', they said insincerely as they sent people who'd lived in America for six years back to China to arrange the removal of their possessions from there. It was the brute rule of law without compassion.
Which is why we were so moved to find out later that friends and colleagues-not-to-be at Northwestern were distraught, and hearing of our plight, they tried everything, went to the airport to petition the supervising officer, even called friends in Washington to try to change her mind.
She remained intractable.
Just like the Americans we never got to meet, we detainees were immeasurably kind to each other, sharing gum, food and tissues.
Hugs were freely given.
We were all in this together.
When those twin towers came down, in its grief and rage America lost some of its humanity, its decency.
These weren't good people, shouting and ruining the lives of the poor, tired huddled masses - although I'm sure in their own minds they were protecting their country.
From an economist and a lifestyle columnist, mind.
All this for something that filling out a form would have fixed.
Terrorising to fight terrorism, this is how hate is made.
You have to admit, Osama won.
====================================================================
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Re: Financial topics
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-03-0 ... inevitable
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-08-1 ... nst-dollar
I had not realized how different the Dow, S&P, and Nasdaq have been over the last 2 years.
Supply chain V. It was not noise either on your chart.
http://gdxforum.com/forum/search.php?ke ... sf=msgonly
Jagged colored pills and broken glass never change.
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-08-1 ... nst-dollar
I had not realized how different the Dow, S&P, and Nasdaq have been over the last 2 years.
Supply chain V. It was not noise either on your chart.
http://gdxforum.com/forum/search.php?ke ... sf=msgonly
Jagged colored pills and broken glass never change.
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