It's the economy, stupid.

[neoplacebo]

I read the other day that this new Housing bill that trump refused to sign (it became law anyway) restricts corporate ownership of private residences to 3,500 units. Seems to me that 35 would have been better, and maybe even too many. But considering the Treasury secretary was musing about people that own 4 or 5 homes not long ago......seems that those folks in DC live in some sort of different world or something.

[Vrede too]

I read the other day that this new Housing bill that trump refused to sign (it became law anyway) restricts corporate ownership of private residences to 3,500 units. Seems to me that 35 would have been better, and maybe even too many. But considering the Treasury secretary was musing about people that own 4 or 5 homes not long ago......seems that those folks in DC live in some sort of different world or something.

We are dirt under their shoes. At least we aren't Black in the 1930s.

Voices Of A People's History Of The United States
HOWARD ZINN
Anthony Arnove

The “Harlem Renaissance” of the 1920s and 1930s produced an extraordinary group of black writers and artists. There were the novelists Zora Neale Hurston and Nella Larsen, the painters Jacob Lawrence and Aaron Douglas, the poets Gwendolyn Bennett, Claude McKay, and Countee Cullen, and many others. One of the most challenging of these voices was that of poet Langston Hughes, who speaks in these two poems of the social conditions of African Americans, the poor, the working people. Hughes captures the feeling of being “damn tired” of waiting for rescue from the political leadership of the country.

Two Poems by Langston Hughes (1934 and 1940)

“BALLAD OF ROOSEVELT" (1934)

The pot was empty; the cupboard bare.
And I said, “Papa, what’s the matter here?”
“We’re waitin’ on Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

The rent was due; the lights was out.
“Oh, tell me, Mama, what’s it all about?”
“We’re waitin’ on Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

Sister’s low sick; doctor won’t come
’Cause we can’t pay him the proper sum.
“We’re waitin’ on Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

Then, one sad day, they put us out.
Mama and Papa, meek as a mouse.
“We’re waitin’ on Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

Ain’t got no money; ain’t got no job.
Backbone and navel doin’ the belly rub.
“We’re waitin’ on Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

The pot’s still empty; the cupboard bare.
Can’t raise no family on bellies filled with air.
“We’re waitin’ on Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

But when they felt those cold winds blow
And didn’t have no good place to go,
Pa said, “I’m tired of waitin’ on Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”

“And when we all get hungry and cold,
Gonna stop believin’. Gonna get hard to hold.
Stop waitin’ on Roosevelt, Ol’ Man Roosevelt.
Waitin’ on Roosevelt, Son.”


“BALLAD OF THE LANDLORD” (1940)
(whether 3-5 units or 3500)

Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don't you 'member I told you about it
Way last week?

Landlord, landlord,
These steps is broken down.
When you come up yourself
It's a wonder you don't fall down.

Ten Bucks you say I owe you?
Ten Bucks you say is due?
Well, that's Ten Bucks more'n I'l pay you
Till you fix this house up new.

What? You gonna get eviction orders?
You gonna cut off my heat?
You gonna take my furniture and
Throw it in the street?

Um-huh! You talking high and mighty.
Talk on-till you get through.
You ain't gonna be able to say a word
If I land my fist on you.

Police! Police!
Come and get this man!
He's trying to ruin the government
And overturn the land!

Copper's whistle!
Patrol bell!
Arrest.
Precinct Station.
Iron cell.
Headlines in press:
Man Threatens landlord
Tenant Held Bail
Judge Gives Negro 90 Days In County Jail!

[neoplacebo]

I read the other day that this new Housing bill that trump refused to sign (it became law anyway) restricts corporate ownership of private residences to 3,500 units. Seems to me that 35 would have been better, and maybe even too many. But considering the Treasury secretary was musing about people that own 4 or 5 homes not long ago......seems that those folks in DC live in some sort of different world or something.

We are dirt under their shoes. At least we aren't Black in the 1930s.

Voices Of A People's History Of The United States
HOWARD ZINN
Anthony Arnove

The “Harlem Renaissance” of the 1920s and 1930s produced an extraordinary group of black writers and artists. There were the novelists Zora Neale Hurston and Nella Larsen, the painters Jacob Lawrence and Aaron Douglas, the poets Gwendolyn Bennett, Claude McKay, and Countee Cullen, and many others. One of the most challenging of these voices was that of poet Langston Hughes, who speaks in these two poems of the social conditions of African Americans, the poor, the working people. Hughes captures the feeling of being “damn tired” of waiting for rescue from the political leadership of the country.

Two Poems by Langston Hughes (1934 and 1940)

I always liked Hughes' "Harlem" or also known as "A Dream Deferred>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harlem_(poem)

That landlord poem made me think of an old SNL skit where Eddie Murphy recites a poem. The only part I remember is "dog bark in the middle of the night....kill my landlord, kill my landlord. C I L L my landlord>"

[neoplacebo]

Evifddence of how bad my vision has become...I posted before the "quote" line instead of after.

[O Really]

"Kill my Landlord" - starts at 2:11

[neoplacebo]

"Kill my Landlord" - starts at 2:11

I can remember laughing so hard my stomach would hurt watching some of that stuff.

[GoCubsGo]

Spin time.

Hey, look at the stock market!

It's Biden's fault!

[Vrede 3]

Spin time.

Hey, look at the stock market!

It's Biden's fault!


https://x.com/RonFilipkowski/status/2085709249028464656

More admin* analysts will soon appear in the fired/quit thread.



American diamond buyers won't be paying the DonOLD taxes.

Diamonds exempted from tariffs after lavish gift to Trump

“We do know the best way to get Trump’s attention is with something that is gold and shiny and has his name on it.”

Michael Steele discusses reporting that natural diamonds have been exempted from Donald Trump’s latest round of tariffs after he was gifted a personalized diamond ring from Belgium.

This was before Moron Don tried to screw Belgium in a World Cup match.
viewtopic.php?p=230382#p230382

[neoplacebo]

The cult gushes in awe.

[Vrede too]

The cult gushes in awe.

Always.

With broad bipartisan support, Congress is about to give Trump ‘unchecked authority’ to impose new tariffs of up to 100% on top trading partners

Thanks, Dems.

... "It will not bring peace to Ukraine, but rather will deliberately make American families poorer by increasing tariffs, which are nothing but a tax on imported goods," [Rand] Paul said on the Senate floor.

... The Russia sanctions bill merely marks the latest instance of the legislative branch ceding trade authority to the executive branch.

"For more than half a century, Congress has delegated broad tariff powers to the president with few limitations," they explained. "If the president has run wild, it's only because lawmakers took away the guardrails."