And if I also recall correctly, T3G assured everyone back in March that, regardless of Moody's warnings, the country's credit rating would remain intact, regardless of what transpired.
And if I also recall correctly, T3G authorized tens of billions of dollars in backdoor bailouts in an end run around Congress, and then launched a coverup of his actions.
And now it seems he's been caught after transferring $600 billion-with-a-"B" to bail out *foreign* banks -- again, after making an end run around Congress.
So, what's the protocol, here -- should he be fired and then indicted, or should we just push right for the indictment?



entitledrightfully ensconced authorities who know better than you do what's good forusthe country and the Navy, dammit!STFU! But first: HAVE SOME COFFEE!
*hurl*
As if we didn't have enough effluvia from her already...
OUCH!
What the - ?
*rubbing back of head*
In order to get the full impact (damn, I'm clever) of SKK-as-Holly (Graf)'s comment and her subsequent ouchie, you have to know that *hurl* refers to cup-hurling -- as in, those huge, unbreakable ceramic wardroom mugs the Naby is so enamo(u)red of.
To further the explanation so that all may be in on the in-joke:
Capt Holly Graf is known for smacking her subordinates on the back of the head with binders and for hurling coffee cups across the wardroom at her hapless victims. I won't even get into the choking and stuff. Not yet, anyway...
Why, you may ask, is it that -- two years after being relieved for cause and a whole lotta time after a Board of Inquiry recommended she be tossed overboard -- she is still collecting O-6 pay at a 9-to-5 desk job, rather than being beached?
You may ask -- but the Navy's not gonna tell you.
I mean, it's not like her pay's coming out of *your* pocket.
Oh. Wait.
That figure of $16 trillion is the supposed total of what the Fed has been sending overseas for the past thirty months, and you're right, a lot went to overseas branches of the TBTF banks in the US. The Fed hasn't been audited in forever, so there's no way to tell what the exact amount was, or even where it all went.
That said, Bernanke and Geithner have also been running the printing presses like there's no future beyond November 2012, which means there's an awful lot of inflation-in-waiting out there.
If there's any justice, there will be an orange jumpsuit in each one's future...
There's a theory about that they wanted to see how another she-devil that was canned by NASA was going to be treated. She was reduced to O-5 and is being retired. Now, we'll see how Honors is treated along with several others whose command pins were attached with, as Lex puts it, explosive bolts.
It seems that Graf's sister, who is of flag rank, has relieved a man of his command, perhaps in payment for the relief of her sister. But, I do so seriously doubt she would do such a thing, or that the Navy would permit such behavior. (\sarc)
It looks like the conspiracy theorists are in full swing. I really doubt Adm. Graf (who, by all accounts, is the polar opposite of her twin) would indulge in Random Male Scalp-hunting.
However, if I were a former crewman on the Churchill or the Cowpens, I'd keep an eye peeled for a while longer...
Oh, and those mugs helped in repelling boarders, once, when a crippled U-boot surfaced alongside a USN destroyer and tried to board. Clocked some of them right in the head, they did. I have drunk coffee from those and want some. They are substantial.
Well, I propose that we use the Hollygraph in particularly recalcitrant cases, where the rubber hoses, the hot lights, the psychological tricks have all failed. Just uncover that inhuman lizard face, and the guy in the chair will pee his pants, start weeping copiously, and confess to everything and sign anything.
FWIW, I have one of those Navy ceramic mugs, and everything you have heard about them is true. I suspect they might have been the embryonic idea for Chobam armour.
Regardless, they can keep a cup of black joe warm for a substantial period of time, and I can honestly say that I have NEVER seen one of them break.
As to Timmy G, I say toss his patoot into a Federal prison, say, maybe, Leavenworth, and let him understand what real financial hardship is.
Now, waitaminnit, here -- the topic was *not* tenderizing meat!
WHINE WHINE WHINE
Look, you miserable excuse for an assault LZ, the topic ws changed when
*I*[the narcissistic power-mad She-Hag] decided to change it. The real issue here is lack of respect forauthority[me personally], and the way you people whinge yourselves blue in the face with yourgriping[perfectly valid observations about what a c**t I am], when in factThe Authorities[craven cowards] Are In Charge And You Are Not.How many times do I have to smack you with this binder before you understand [or have me arrested]?
Oh. Does anyone on here know how to play piano? I'm having a party in the wardroom, and I need to order one of you to provide entertainment.
I play piano. It's $50/hour with a 3-hour minimum, plus expenses beyond a 1-hour drive and/or overnight. :)
Just sayin'.............
I am so clever.
You *meant* to post as "Susan Pretending to be Bill Subbing for SKK Subbing for Holly" -- right?
You think I'd lie about that?
I think Graf will be allowed to retire. And I would bet a dollar to a donut that her sister would do a little scalp collecting on he sister's behalf. You can't let the patriarchy get too wild, doncha know.
OTOH, when my class started pilot training at Rucker, the Chief TAC on Black Monday looked in my locker and said "Hardison, the Navy did not prepare you for this." Leaving out the fact that it wasn't the Navy's function to prepare me for Warrant Officer Candidate Flight Training, I simply responded meekly, "no sir." After all, he was correct. Although, if my right knede's ligaments had cooperated, I'm sure I would have adapted somehow.
*peering at a certain hobbit journo*
You know darn well it was you pretending to be me pretending to be you pretending to be me pretending to be you pretending to be her.
Please Big Giant Boot, let the echo stay. It just fits too well with the thread.
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Dammit!
Um...
*grabbing stepladder*
*climbing up*
I said, say that to -
*ouch*
Yeesh. First I get whacked on the head by one of Holly's indestructable Navy Wardroom Coffee Mugs, and now Tuttle knees me in the eye. I'm gonna get a helmet. Oh, waitaminit...
When you're standing on the top sung, you should be able to look me right in the navel...
Oh, never mind.
I'd tell you to tell your navel to tell me that to my face, but... I bet it doesn't have the guts!
Oh, hahahaha....
Oh. Very funny. As if I can't keep my balance while jiggling.
And I can hear your navel being real quiet in there. So I win. Right? I win.
Whups.....
Well, geez, I hope so after all the years of practice.....
And it's not an *accent* or an *accessory*, it's a hat and a mighty fine looking one at that.
heh
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