Oh dear. They've gone and put Lex Luthor in charge of the bailout plan. And what do you know? He's a Goldman, Sachs guy! What a remarkable coinkydink! What could possibly go wrong?
UPDATE: He may be an asshole of truly epic proportions.
Monday, October 06, 2008
The Guy Paulson Put in Charge of, Like, Eleventy Zillion Dollars Has Crazy Eyes, Will Eat Your Soul
UPDATE: He may be an asshole of truly epic proportions.
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I apologize for the overt racial stereotyping, but I would be afraid to sit next to those eyes on an airplane.
It's like he's looking into my soul and ARAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHRHRHHRHGHGHGH!!!
Bullethead!
Kali Mah!
He looks like the Thuggee Priest from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
It looks like he can rip out a man's heart while it's still beating.
I notice on his resume his Goldman Sachs position was in San Francisco. I don't want to perpetuate stereotypes inflicted on my own bio-region, but maybe he wanted to be posted in this relative economic backwater for reasons of a... hairdresser-ish nature?
If this causes any reader to have a brief fantasy of him having relations with anyone or anything, I sincerely apologize.
Never trust anyone when you can see the whites of their eyes all around their eyeballs.
He's got that runaway bride thing going on.
Spooky.
You are feeling very sleepy.... listen to the sound of my voice... sleep.... sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.....
The guy's name is Neel Kashkarai!! Kashkari! I mean, COME ON!!!!!
Holy god in ... his eyes... can't look... can't look away... retinas melting... can't look away...cerebral cortex disintegrat...
Matty Boy: he's setting off my gaydar like 4th of July, scary-eyes notwithstanding.
One would really hope he was just startled when they snapped that picture.
Graves' Ophthalmopathy, or sometimes called thyroid eye disease....the "runaway bride" disorder....
common symptoms are anxiety, nervous, worry..."OH MY GOD!!! WE NEED THRITY THREE BAGAZILLION OR WE ARE ALL GOING TO BURN IN HELL!!!!
My theory on the bailout (or rescue plan) is to get that crazy fucker from Tulsa, Oral Roberts to tell all the right wing nut jobs that God will come for him if we don't bail out AIG.
If he, Jennifer Wilbanks, and Princess Beatrice of England came to my door uncostumed on Halloween, I think I'd die on the spot of cardiac arrest!
What I think is sorta sweet is how totally wonderful he would look with the blowup doll or whatever of Condi.
Perfect match! And can you imagine the kids with googly eyes?
My first thought was: "I'd hit it." Then: "AC/DC does rawk." Then: "FUCKING RUSH?"
Sweet baby Jesus. Anyone who ever liked Rush cannot be trusted with a dime bag, much less seven hundred gillion dollars.
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