From Fox News, just in:
It's over, ya'll. The Gulfstream is warming up on the tarmac. Just gotta get the passport back (and probably don't need that, in reality. They can be re-issued.) All that remains is a decent week's interval to let the chatter die down, allow the prosecutors to shred the documents, threaten any of the staff who may consider selling/leaking their stories, make damn-sure nobody's law license gets lost over this complete fiasco. Except of course, the poor schlub staffer upon whom the entire affair will be blamed. It'll be some junior staffer, white-guy-with-a-state-university-law degree, so the scapegoating can't come back to bite DA Vance in the ass.
Other than that, move on, nothing to see here. Stuff it down the memory hole, ya'll. Never happened.
OS predicted this course of events soon after DSK was arrested, here and here. And, he admits getting caught up in the rush to judgement, to his discredit.
But, OS does stand by his original assertion, which is this: Whether DSK is guilty of rape or not, and it appears not, this guy has a long record of truly reckless behavior. What was he doing heading up an organization like IMF? He made decisions that determined whether people lived or died, nations stood or collapsed, and he was unable to do something basic like keep WeeWillie in his pants, at the age of sixty-two. What's wrong with that picture? What manner of people approved his appointment? Are we surprised at the chaos? Why are the GreatAndGood shocked that little people who live on MainStreets in the US, and HighStreets in the UK have zero faith in them?
So, off he will fly, with a bitterness in his soul about his treatment in the US, to pay off the women in France who have surfaced to collect their 100 grams of flesh for having slept with him, and then to run for President of France.
What could possibly go wrong?
Showing posts with label Dominique Strauss-Kahn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dominique Strauss-Kahn. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Words Fail To Describe DSK, Himself And MizzMichelle, But Put Them All Together And Give It A Go
Captions Invited. Keep it clean, if you can.
OS thought of a few, but thought better of publishing them.
HT Jesse.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
As OS Predicted, DSK And His Homies Are Pursuing The Maid's Family Out The Second Cousins Back In Africa
Not amazing, really, but--shall we say, breathlessly brazen?
Friends of alleged hotel sex fiend Dominique Strauss-Kahn secretly contacted the accusing maid's impoverished family, offering them money to make the case go away since they can't reach her in protective custody, The Post has learned.
The woman, who says she was sexually assaulted by the disgraced former head of the International Monetary Fund, has an extended family in the former French colony of Guinea in West Africa, well out of reach of the Manhattan DA's Office.
"They already talked with her family," a French businesswoman with close ties to Strauss-Kahn and his family told The Post. "For sure, it's going to end up on a quiet note."
Large numbers being bandied about, don't-cha-know. Seven figures, bubbah! But how do deliver a seven-figure bribe to a remote African village with no electricity?
There will be demands for change of venue, to Arkansas, perhaps. Reasoning is, they may not like French people much there, but they really hate African people.
If convicted, endless appeals.
And the stories about the maid will become more scurrilous.
She has a child, and she'll hear that DSK and his Socialist colleagues have very very very long memories...will the DA be around to protect them in 5/10/20 years, hmmm?
Eventually, members of family back in the village may begin departing this vale of tears.
Some quiet contributions to 'charities' of the governor, and a quiet pardon in the final hours of his term.
OS can already hear the Gulfstream warming up on the tarmac in New Jersey.
Let us sincerely hope OS is dead wrong on this.
Friends of alleged hotel sex fiend Dominique Strauss-Kahn secretly contacted the accusing maid's impoverished family, offering them money to make the case go away since they can't reach her in protective custody, The Post has learned.
The woman, who says she was sexually assaulted by the disgraced former head of the International Monetary Fund, has an extended family in the former French colony of Guinea in West Africa, well out of reach of the Manhattan DA's Office.
"They already talked with her family," a French businesswoman with close ties to Strauss-Kahn and his family told The Post. "For sure, it's going to end up on a quiet note."
Large numbers being bandied about, don't-cha-know. Seven figures, bubbah! But how do deliver a seven-figure bribe to a remote African village with no electricity?
There will be demands for change of venue, to Arkansas, perhaps. Reasoning is, they may not like French people much there, but they really hate African people.
If convicted, endless appeals.
And the stories about the maid will become more scurrilous.
She has a child, and she'll hear that DSK and his Socialist colleagues have very very very long memories...will the DA be around to protect them in 5/10/20 years, hmmm?
Eventually, members of family back in the village may begin departing this vale of tears.
Some quiet contributions to 'charities' of the governor, and a quiet pardon in the final hours of his term.
OS can already hear the Gulfstream warming up on the tarmac in New Jersey.
Let us sincerely hope OS is dead wrong on this.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Encore In Honor of Dominique Strauss-Kahn: Clarke And Dawes Explain The European Debt Crisis
Since this brilliant bit first appeared ten months ago, a lot of historical water has flowed under the proverbial bridge, in Ireland, Finland, Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, North Africa, and one penthouse in New York City. (And, let's not forget Mr. Berlusconi and his seventeen-year-old love interest...just the kinda guy t'be running a large country, don't-cha-know!)
Remember Kelly's Corollary to Murphy's Law? Murphy was an optimist!
Enjoy, ya'll! This week could get ugly for the markets.
Remember Kelly's Corollary to Murphy's Law? Murphy was an optimist!
Enjoy, ya'll! This week could get ugly for the markets.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
OldSouth's 'Hey-Lookie-Here Award' Nominee: Arnold Schwarzenegger
Q. What are the final words of a redneck before he dies?
A. Hey, yall! Lookie here!!
What makes a hard-core redneck what he is, is his utter lack of a modicum of sober judgment. These are the guys who think they can cook them up a bunch of methamphetamine in the trailer (with children present), and that nothing bad will happen--to them, the children, or the trailer. Trailer blows up, children end up dead or injured for life, and Billy-Bob (Bubbah's second cousin, twice removed by three divorces) is memorialized on camera saying, 'Sheeut-fahr! I tode him this might happen, but he tode me he knew whut hee'z doin', so thar'-ye-go!' Billy-Bob has a better idea--he goes to a local motel to cook up his meth, thus rendering the property uninhabitable for anyone, and forcing the owners into bankruptcy. The owners end up fleeing the state, and the local bank president is left with twenty homeless people (residents of the motel) to care for. Really, it just happened here locally, this year.
Or the guy who burns his house down Thanksgiving Day, attempting to deep-fry a turkey on his wooden-deck back porch, using one of those liquid propane gas burners/fryers. Call goes out the local fire department, who show up in a jiffy, only to find the house gone, and discover that the owner and failed chef is the recently retired chief of their city fire department. Really, it happened! Can't make this up, it's just too stupid not to be true.
OS used to believe that redneck-dom, the state of being a redneck, was only confined to the American South, and perhaps parts of the Midwest. He has since taken a more expansive view, given events of the past couple of decades. Rednecks come in all shapes, sizes, colors, ages, income and education levels. There are rednecks walking around with Oxbridge and Ivy League degrees, ya'll! It's downright chilling to contemplate.
So, in honor of the phenomenon, OS has decided to launch a new competition: The 'OldSouth Hey-Lookie-Here Award', for outstandingly stupid behaviour by people in places of high responsibility who have every reason to know better, and every incentive to act better (not the least because their decisions mean life or death, survival or starvation for so many people they never meet).
Of course, for the 1990's, Bill Clinton wins hands down. 'Nuff said there.
George Bush takes the 'oughts', for starting a war with Iraq without a clue as to what he might do if the US actually won. Tens of thousands of deaths later, it occurs that perhaps it would be good to come up with some sort of plan.
This year's nominee list could go on forever, but Dominique Strauss-Kahn enters as the first nominee. (He gets the 'EeeewGross!' ribbon, in any case.)
Second nominee, and it may be hard to beat him, is Ahnuld (I'll be back!)Schwarzenegger, the Styrian stud, da Gubbernator, etc. etc. Turns out he fathered a child thirteen years ago with the housekeeper, under wife Maria's nose, and maintained the fiction all along that the child was fathered by the housekeeper's husband, while paying for support of the child.
Sweet. This is televangelist Jim Bakker or Jimmy Swaggart sort of stuff. It's Jesse Jackson sort of stuff. It's an Eliot Spitzer moment, a Governor Paterson moment, it's a Ray Blanton episode (look it up, too long to detail). It's, it's, it's...well, words just fail after a while.
All this occurring while California was burning down, browning out, melting down, going broke, descending into fiscal and cultural chaos, with businesses fleeing the state to avoid the havoc. His wife was StandingByHerMan, and his legitimate children were being raised in the same house with the housekeeper who held the secret that could blow up their lives at any moment. This could be, well, a source of stress for someone attempting to govern Kuhlifornia. Why would one run for governor of one of the largest economies in the world with a skeleton like that in the closet? These things have a tendency to blow up on one's face. Just sayin'...
OS is not ranting about Ahnuld's sexual ethics, proclivities or misbehaviors. That stuff is just the tip of the iceberg, the symptoms of a deep, narcissistic stupidity, where the impact of one's behavior on the world around never occurs to a person like Ahnuld, or Dominique, or Bill, or George, or Jesse.
This is just as stupid as the redneck cooking meth in the motel, or frying the turkey on the back porch. Problem is, as tragic as the motel closure is, or the embarrassment of the destroyed house, at least that damage is localized.
People like Ahnuld create damage that reaches into the lives of millions.
Hey, lookie-here!
A. Hey, yall! Lookie here!!
What makes a hard-core redneck what he is, is his utter lack of a modicum of sober judgment. These are the guys who think they can cook them up a bunch of methamphetamine in the trailer (with children present), and that nothing bad will happen--to them, the children, or the trailer. Trailer blows up, children end up dead or injured for life, and Billy-Bob (Bubbah's second cousin, twice removed by three divorces) is memorialized on camera saying, 'Sheeut-fahr! I tode him this might happen, but he tode me he knew whut hee'z doin', so thar'-ye-go!' Billy-Bob has a better idea--he goes to a local motel to cook up his meth, thus rendering the property uninhabitable for anyone, and forcing the owners into bankruptcy. The owners end up fleeing the state, and the local bank president is left with twenty homeless people (residents of the motel) to care for. Really, it just happened here locally, this year.
Or the guy who burns his house down Thanksgiving Day, attempting to deep-fry a turkey on his wooden-deck back porch, using one of those liquid propane gas burners/fryers. Call goes out the local fire department, who show up in a jiffy, only to find the house gone, and discover that the owner and failed chef is the recently retired chief of their city fire department. Really, it happened! Can't make this up, it's just too stupid not to be true.
OS used to believe that redneck-dom, the state of being a redneck, was only confined to the American South, and perhaps parts of the Midwest. He has since taken a more expansive view, given events of the past couple of decades. Rednecks come in all shapes, sizes, colors, ages, income and education levels. There are rednecks walking around with Oxbridge and Ivy League degrees, ya'll! It's downright chilling to contemplate.
So, in honor of the phenomenon, OS has decided to launch a new competition: The 'OldSouth Hey-Lookie-Here Award', for outstandingly stupid behaviour by people in places of high responsibility who have every reason to know better, and every incentive to act better (not the least because their decisions mean life or death, survival or starvation for so many people they never meet).
Of course, for the 1990's, Bill Clinton wins hands down. 'Nuff said there.
George Bush takes the 'oughts', for starting a war with Iraq without a clue as to what he might do if the US actually won. Tens of thousands of deaths later, it occurs that perhaps it would be good to come up with some sort of plan.
This year's nominee list could go on forever, but Dominique Strauss-Kahn enters as the first nominee. (He gets the 'EeeewGross!' ribbon, in any case.)
Second nominee, and it may be hard to beat him, is Ahnuld (I'll be back!)Schwarzenegger, the Styrian stud, da Gubbernator, etc. etc. Turns out he fathered a child thirteen years ago with the housekeeper, under wife Maria's nose, and maintained the fiction all along that the child was fathered by the housekeeper's husband, while paying for support of the child.
Sweet. This is televangelist Jim Bakker or Jimmy Swaggart sort of stuff. It's Jesse Jackson sort of stuff. It's an Eliot Spitzer moment, a Governor Paterson moment, it's a Ray Blanton episode (look it up, too long to detail). It's, it's, it's...well, words just fail after a while.
All this occurring while California was burning down, browning out, melting down, going broke, descending into fiscal and cultural chaos, with businesses fleeing the state to avoid the havoc. His wife was StandingByHerMan, and his legitimate children were being raised in the same house with the housekeeper who held the secret that could blow up their lives at any moment. This could be, well, a source of stress for someone attempting to govern Kuhlifornia. Why would one run for governor of one of the largest economies in the world with a skeleton like that in the closet? These things have a tendency to blow up on one's face. Just sayin'...
OS is not ranting about Ahnuld's sexual ethics, proclivities or misbehaviors. That stuff is just the tip of the iceberg, the symptoms of a deep, narcissistic stupidity, where the impact of one's behavior on the world around never occurs to a person like Ahnuld, or Dominique, or Bill, or George, or Jesse.
This is just as stupid as the redneck cooking meth in the motel, or frying the turkey on the back porch. Problem is, as tragic as the motel closure is, or the embarrassment of the destroyed house, at least that damage is localized.
People like Ahnuld create damage that reaches into the lives of millions.
Hey, lookie-here!
The Strauss-Kahn Rape Debacle And OS's Favorite Redneck Joke
He's cooling his heels in a private cell at Riker's Island, a bit more cramped quarters than he usually occupies while in New York.
Obviously, the briefcases of cash, the wire transfers, and gold deliveries necessary to spring him haven't arrived to the correct locations yet, somewhat further up the judicial and political food chain in New York, Albany, and Washington.
Wait for it, ya'll. It'll be an ankle bracelet, the apartment overlooking Central Park, and the law firms blackmailing and threatening the chambermaid's family out to the second cousins. And then, a few months of silence, followed by a meek 'Never mind'. Then to the Gulfstream, already warmed up on the tarmac. And life will go back to normal, with this story, already fading from view, taking its place in a trivia quiz.
Does it strike you as, well, somewhat terrifying that the man in charge of somehow keeping financial Europe held together with duct tape, chewing gum and baling wire, turns out to be someone who seems to lack even a modicum of sober judgment?
Does it also strike you as, well, unsettling that a large organization, run by a board of supposedly the best-and-brightest from across the world handed this man the reigns a few years ago? What if those guys really are the best and brightest amongst the leadership of government and business around the world? (That's even more scary, really...)
We really could possibly be in a shitload of trouble, ya'll!
Not much scares OS, really. But people like this clown, and Bill Clinton, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Jerry Brown, Zimbabwe Ben, Little Timmy, and The Beloved Leader all spike his blood pressure. It's not about their particular sexual appetites, or lack thereof, or their ideology--it's their astounding, brazen, cheerful lack of judgment. And the fact that people like them have the ability to pick up the phone and start wars, or collapse economies, or print gazillions of dollars, without telling anybody ahead of time. They really don't grasp that their folly really does get people killed, sometimes millions of people that they'll never meet. It's like the idea never crosses the intellectual horizon.
They remind OS of the object of an old and popular riddle:
Q. What are the final words of a redneck before he dies?
A. Hey, ya'll! Lookie here!
Obviously, the briefcases of cash, the wire transfers, and gold deliveries necessary to spring him haven't arrived to the correct locations yet, somewhat further up the judicial and political food chain in New York, Albany, and Washington.
Wait for it, ya'll. It'll be an ankle bracelet, the apartment overlooking Central Park, and the law firms blackmailing and threatening the chambermaid's family out to the second cousins. And then, a few months of silence, followed by a meek 'Never mind'. Then to the Gulfstream, already warmed up on the tarmac. And life will go back to normal, with this story, already fading from view, taking its place in a trivia quiz.
Does it strike you as, well, somewhat terrifying that the man in charge of somehow keeping financial Europe held together with duct tape, chewing gum and baling wire, turns out to be someone who seems to lack even a modicum of sober judgment?
Does it also strike you as, well, unsettling that a large organization, run by a board of supposedly the best-and-brightest from across the world handed this man the reigns a few years ago? What if those guys really are the best and brightest amongst the leadership of government and business around the world? (That's even more scary, really...)
We really could possibly be in a shitload of trouble, ya'll!
Not much scares OS, really. But people like this clown, and Bill Clinton, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Jerry Brown, Zimbabwe Ben, Little Timmy, and The Beloved Leader all spike his blood pressure. It's not about their particular sexual appetites, or lack thereof, or their ideology--it's their astounding, brazen, cheerful lack of judgment. And the fact that people like them have the ability to pick up the phone and start wars, or collapse economies, or print gazillions of dollars, without telling anybody ahead of time. They really don't grasp that their folly really does get people killed, sometimes millions of people that they'll never meet. It's like the idea never crosses the intellectual horizon.
They remind OS of the object of an old and popular riddle:
Q. What are the final words of a redneck before he dies?
A. Hey, ya'll! Lookie here!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
International Monetary Fund Chief Arrested In NYC For Sexual Assault
From the NYT:
The managing director of the International Monetary Fund, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, was taken off an Air France plane at Kennedy International Airport minutes before it was to depart for Paris on Saturday, in connection with the sexual attack of a maid at a Midtown Manhattan hotel, the authorities said.
Mr. Strauss-Kahn, 62, who was widely expected to become the Socialist candidate for the French presidency, was apprehended by detectives of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey in the first-class section of the jetliner, and immediately turned over to detectives from the Midtown South Precinct, officials said.
The New York Police Department arrested Mr. Strauss-Kahn at 2:15 a.m. Sunday “on charges of criminal sexual act, attempted rape, and an unlawful imprisonment in connection with a sexual assault on a 32-year-old chambermaid in the luxury suite of a Midtown Manhattan hotel yesterday” about 1 p.m., Deputy Commissioner Paul J. Browne, the department’s chief spokesman, said.
What does one say to this? Should we even feign surprise anymore? OS can imagine the chatter amongst his colleagues, to the effect of: What an idiot to get caught! He has the approved list of NYC hookers anyway!
He's sitting in his cell thinking: Damn! Bill Clinton got away with it, repeatedly! He told me all about it! People love Bill Clinton! Besides, it's not like I did anything to a real person or anything! Sacre-bleu, it's just a chambermaid, and isn't that what chambermaids are for?
JDA has her own take on it.
As does Denninger.
OS predicts: This will be Monday's headline, he will make bail and promise-promise-promise to show up to court honest. LARGE amounts of cash and teams of lawyers investigating every nook and cranny of the complainant's history will appear in the chambermaid's life, with the the concomitant threat to ruin her and her family through all the second cousins if she refuses the cash and insists on continuing the prosecution. She will be characterized as the aggressor, a hooker on the take, etc. Wait for it. And, who knows, maybe this is a trumped-up accusation.
The whole thing will be explained away as a misunderstanding, again with large amounts of cash lubricating the process.
Dominique will have spent his final day in jail, have great stories to tell at cocktail parties, and the world will go on. Greece will burn, Spain and Portugal will slump into despond, Ireland will finally decide, like Iceland, to give Brussels the middle finger.
And he'll vow confine his rape activity to economies and servant staff in France.
Move on. Nothing to see here.
The managing director of the International Monetary Fund, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, was taken off an Air France plane at Kennedy International Airport minutes before it was to depart for Paris on Saturday, in connection with the sexual attack of a maid at a Midtown Manhattan hotel, the authorities said.
Mr. Strauss-Kahn, 62, who was widely expected to become the Socialist candidate for the French presidency, was apprehended by detectives of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey in the first-class section of the jetliner, and immediately turned over to detectives from the Midtown South Precinct, officials said.
The New York Police Department arrested Mr. Strauss-Kahn at 2:15 a.m. Sunday “on charges of criminal sexual act, attempted rape, and an unlawful imprisonment in connection with a sexual assault on a 32-year-old chambermaid in the luxury suite of a Midtown Manhattan hotel yesterday” about 1 p.m., Deputy Commissioner Paul J. Browne, the department’s chief spokesman, said.
What does one say to this? Should we even feign surprise anymore? OS can imagine the chatter amongst his colleagues, to the effect of: What an idiot to get caught! He has the approved list of NYC hookers anyway!
He's sitting in his cell thinking: Damn! Bill Clinton got away with it, repeatedly! He told me all about it! People love Bill Clinton! Besides, it's not like I did anything to a real person or anything! Sacre-bleu, it's just a chambermaid, and isn't that what chambermaids are for?
JDA has her own take on it.
As does Denninger.
OS predicts: This will be Monday's headline, he will make bail and promise-promise-promise to show up to court honest. LARGE amounts of cash and teams of lawyers investigating every nook and cranny of the complainant's history will appear in the chambermaid's life, with the the concomitant threat to ruin her and her family through all the second cousins if she refuses the cash and insists on continuing the prosecution. She will be characterized as the aggressor, a hooker on the take, etc. Wait for it. And, who knows, maybe this is a trumped-up accusation.
The whole thing will be explained away as a misunderstanding, again with large amounts of cash lubricating the process.
Dominique will have spent his final day in jail, have great stories to tell at cocktail parties, and the world will go on. Greece will burn, Spain and Portugal will slump into despond, Ireland will finally decide, like Iceland, to give Brussels the middle finger.
And he'll vow confine his rape activity to economies and servant staff in France.
Move on. Nothing to see here.
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