Friday, March 13, 2009

The Face of Evil



OK, things have been kind of negative over the past few days here on the Trim, but this needs to be broken down for you simple motherfuckers.
The man pictured above is Bernie Madoff. Today Bernie admitted to perpetuating the largest investor fraud ever committed by a single person, pleading guilty to charges that he had defrauded his investors of almost $65 billion.
$65 Billion. Once again, $65 Billion.
Here's how he did it.
Bernie ran a Wall Street firm called Bernard L. Madoff Investment Securities LLC, which at last check was worth well over $100 billion in liquid assets. This firm has an Assets Management division, responsible for taking peoples money and investing it, then paying dividends on those investments. Who's money was he taking? Try Stephen Spielberg, Elie Wiesal, possibly 50 Cent and definately Sterling Equities (the investment vehicle of the Wilpon family, which owns the New York Mets baseball team) among 4,800 others. That should tell you that the average investor can't just up and decide to give their cash to Madoff, you have to be in the know to get in on the deal. And rightly so, since Bernie's inverstors had been enjoying returns ranging from 15% to 22% for the past 30 years. Surely this is a safe bet, well known firm, big name investors, The Securities and Exchange Commission even gave Madoff's company a clean bill of health in early 2000, there could be no problem here. Right?
Wrong.

The problem was, there was no need for Madoff's company to show how and where these returns were coming from. The way they described their investments was to say "The "New York people" have a system whereby they place a series of instant trades — at once with futures, currencies and stocks — and out of this magic recipe fell a tiny 1% guaranteed, no-risk profit for the group. You do that 20 times a year, take away management fees and, voilĂ , a steady 15% return" (lifted from Time Magazine, minor changes). Madoff was supposed to have some "black box" model that signaled when to buy and when to sell, making Madoff's investments apparently a sure thing.
In other words, we take your money, buy stocks, wait until those stocks rise by 1% (which when you're buying stocks by the millions happens almost instantly), sell them again and there you have it, a 1% gain. Do this 15 or 20 times a year, and you're golden. No risk 15% returns for all.
Sounds too good to be true. And it was.
What was actually happening was the worlds simplest investment fraud, even more basic than your average Pyramid Selling scheme.
Maddoff was running a Ponzi, a massive, unbelievably stupid Ponzi scheme with no way out, except total and complete bankrupcy for all involved.
A Ponzi scheme is an investment scam that pays returns to investors from their own money or money paid by subsequent investors rather than from any actual profit earned.
To break that down even simpler, lets say I give you $1000 to invest, and you say i'll get a 10% return on that. Then the homie BigDubbs from NOTR (shouts and respect) wants to get in on that good action, so he gives you a G-stack too, and you say the same thing to him.
Now instead of investing that scrilla, you hold the dough and when it comes time to pay our dividends, you use my cash to pay Dubbs his $100 dividend, and use his cash to pay mine.
As you can see, noones actually made any profit, and eventually this bad boy's gonna collapse in on itself. Which is exactly what happened to Madoff and his crew. They used new investors money to pay off massive dividends (we're taking in the millions) to older investors, and they just kept digging themselves deeper and deeper into a financial quagmire.
As it turns out, Madoffs investors hadn't even invested any cash for years. They were just paying people off with other peoples money, until one day about 3 months ago, Madoff just admitted it. He actually told his sons that the Assets Management arm of his company was "one big lie". Remarkably, or possibly in one of the most forsighted moves ever, his sons told the feds. The next day, Madoff went down. Hard.
And the stock market went to shit quick smart, as people realised that their money suddenly wasn't there any more. Their money which only existed in abstentia, now didn't even exist there. It was all gone. All of it.

The amazing thing is, well, actually there's a lot of amazing things about this. The first amazing thing is that this got to be this size without anyone questioning how a company can steadily pay up to 15% dividends, year after year. Hello, SEC...? Isn't it your job to make sure this type of shit doesn't happen?
Secondly, if it wasn't for a $7 billion dividend payment that they couldn't make, then this fraud would have continued until god knows when.
Thirdly, Officials at the Financial Industry Regulatory Authority told The Post that after examining more than 40 years' worth of financial records from Madoff's now-defunct broker dealer, there are no signs that Bernard L. Madoff Investment Securities ever traded shares on behalf of the investment-advisory business at the center of the scandal.
Once again, it's possible that THIS MULTI BILLION DOLLAR SHARE-TRADING COMPANY MAY HAVE NEVER EVER TRADED WITH ANYONE.

So there it is kids, hopefully you now understand a little more about how Bernie Madoff ripped off Charities, schools, banks, NFP organisations, not to mention the thousands of individual investors who have now lost everything.
I promise to make the posts a little lighter over the nesxt few weeks, noone likes to focus on the negatives of life, but I think it's important that people understand this junk, as it might one day make you think twice if someone offers you money for nothing.
Because believe me when I say, there is no money for nothing in this life.
Unless you grow weed.
Peace.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I Inhaled so much smoke........

So last nights post got most of the frustration out of my system, it feels good to go in hard on an easy target like Vanilla Ice. To lighten the mood a little, and in celebration of my week of sobriety, I thought i'd post a video or two of some inappropriately high people.
These come to us courtesy of my man B-Double (Pushing buttons like Shadow in the 90's).
First up, the stoned firefighter.


Following that, the stoned reporter (Soldiers as big as Wales.....)


Next up, the cop who stole weed, then called 911 when he chucked a Whitey with his wife.


And finally, the man responsible for transporting more weed than anyone else (When he was finally caught, it was for attempting to bring in 2 Tonnes of weed to Britain)
Howard Marks, A.K.A. Mr. Nice



I'm a little messed up on cold and flu medication at the moment, detoxing from weed and drink has played merry hell with my...... immune system was what I wanted to write here, took me 5 minutes to think of the word.

Yeah, I really can't think straight. I need to go to bed.

Peace out y'all.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

You can Ice my nuts you corporate whore....



OK, let me say first off, if Vanilla Ice was legitimately apologising for destroying white people's credibility in Hip Hop (until Em came through and made everyone forget about all that shit), I would salute the guy. Really, I would. I would stand and salute the man if he was really admitting that his music is/was trash, and that he was just in it for a pay check, and that his ghost still haunts white boy rappers to this day, and also that he got hung over a balcony by Suge Knight over "contract issues" (If you haven't heard this story, peep hiphop.sh for the full breakdown. This is the only decent thing Suge has ever done, by the way).
If he was really copping to all that, and genuinely sorry for his corporate whore-dom over the past 20 years, and was trying to gain some credibility back for himself, then i'd finally have some respect for the dude. Some respect.
But if one heads to rightmusicwrongs.com, the first thing you're hit with is a Virgin Mobile advert. Continue a little further, and it takes only a few quick glances at the opening page to realise that THIS WHOLE THING IS JUST ANOTHER MONEY SPINNER.
The Ice Baby isn't sorry for a god-damn thing. In fact, i'll guarantee he's happy as a pig in shit that people still care enough about him to bother getting him to apologise for anything.
This whiny prick will literally do anything to grab the limelight for another few minutes. Literally anything.
Let's consider this for a minute. Vanilla Ice is willing to apologise for his whole career, to a public that doesn't really care any more, just to get a cheque. He literally admits that his whole career is shitful, just to score more money. If he really believed that the world would be better off if he wasn't making music and hogging the limelight, HE'D DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND HAVE A BUCKSHOT SANDWICH RIGHT THIS SECOND.
That's right, I said it. Eat a fucking shotgun you industry prick, i'm tired of these 80's has-beens making a "Comeback", playing on people's love of Kitsch-ness (That's the perfect phrase for this instance, since Kitsch has a dictionary definition of "art that is considered an inferior, tasteless copy of an extant style of art") and thinking that they are in any way still relevant or important.
That's enough for now, i've been detoxing for the past 5 days so i'm a little on edge, but you get my point. Fuck this punk and anyone who feels that his music was anything other than filler for the radio.
BTW, my favourite part of this whole thing is that he apologises for "the scandals and the gangs". Dude, get it through your head, noone thinks you're hard, you can tote a pump-action in front of a drop top caddy all you like, YOU'RE NOT A GANGSTER. Noone even classifies "Ice Ice Baby" as a rap song. It's pop, through and through.
Peace party people, sorry for the vitreole, but I needed to vent. Here's some real Hip Hop to get the bad taste out of your mouth.

I took a blues break.....

....and I Broke it.
Here's minimix 5, i've lost one of these somewhere along the way, and i'll try and re-up it if I can work out which one is missing.
Grab a handful of funk right HERE
Peace,
Broke A.K.A. Baroke Obama.
P.S. This is the 50th post here at the Trim. Happy half-century to all, and cheers to everyone who have stopped in to peep my random musings along the way. I mostly do this for me, as it keeps me busy and relatively sober, but to paraphrase Jigga...
"I do this for my culture,
to let 'em know what a white boy writes like
when the keyboard's out the holster".
Peace

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

5 Minutes to Midnight.....




Who watches the Watchmen?
I do, that's who.
Fuck the critics, they're always looking for reasons to hate a movie so they don't look like Stans, fuck the punks claiming that no film could do justice to the comic, Watchmen is the best comic book movie of the decade, possibly of all time.
Unlike The Dark Knight, which (let's face it kids) was essentially boosted to cult status by Heath Ledgers performance (BTW, if you haven't seen I'm Not There, the Bob Dylan bio-pic, get it out for 2 reasons. A: It's a killer film with great cinematography and an all round classic cast, but more importantly B: Heath Ledger uses almost the same accent he uses when he's playing The Joker, so if you close your eyes and listen you get a weird feeling that The Joker is a washed up musician arguing with his estranged wife. It's hella funny.)
Anyway, unlike TDK, Watchmen has phenomenal performances from pretty much every cast member, ass kicking action, epic scope with the story switching almost randomly through time periods and planets (Dr. Manhattan's glass palace on Mars is an amazing sequence) and the greatest anti-hero ever, Rorscharch.
It's worth the ticket price just to see Rorscharch tell a prison full of murderers and rapists "None of you seem to understand, I'm not locked in here with you... you're locked in here with me."
I know I sound like a nerdy Watchmen Stan, I don't really care. If you don't go see this film, it's your loss. And a big loss it will be.
Peace.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Hey Mr. Carter..

Tell me where have you been?
Even after all the bullshit, Wayne's still a charismatic motherfucker.



And who knew Weezy played Scrabble....

Witness the Slackness...

Man, my bad people. It's been a while since my last post, been trying to detox and sort out a bunch of shit in my life, so blogging has been a secondary concern for the last little while.
Anyways, here's the catch-up.

This week on The Empire we'll be rocking out with the worlds best lyricists. There's no way we can hit upon every great lyricist in the measy hour we have, but we'll try to cover most genres, and we'll at leat hit the main contenders for greatness.
Speaking of our sweet radio gig, here's part III of the minimix's. This bad boy's pretty rough, as I had major technical issues and had to re-record this about an hour before going to air, but it's still listenable.
Grab that mofo right HERE.

In case you're not as huge a fan of The Daily Show as I am, you probably missed Jon Stewart's epic rant against Rick Santelli and CNBC, so here it is. Gawker also posted this a few days ago, but it's well worth re-posting.

Thirdly, it seems the rest of the world is catching up with myself and BigDubbs (northoftheriver.wordpress.com) and proclaiming The Wire as the greatest thing on television since Wildboyz. OK, most wouldn't compare the two, but I will, 'cos that's how I roll. So if you're not up on it yet, crawl out from under your rock and get busy downloading or buying or whatever, just watch it. I'm sick of explaining the brilliance of this show to slack jawed idiots who can't understand how TV can be revolutionary.

Fourthly, my brother in arms PMM is a busy man, being that he actually studies and has a job and all that, so i'm pretty much holding the fort by myself (damn, two military analogies in one sentence, gotta expand my vocabulary). The point being, if anyone cares to join me here in cyberspace and feels that they could bring something to The Trim, then get at me and i'll add you to the Admin. No need to be exceptionally verbose, judging by the majority of my posts as long as you're semi-literate you'll fit right in.

Fifthly (OK, i'm gonna stop that now, they don't really work after thirdly) I love a good birdman rally. Nothing better than idiots hurling themselves off a pier with a pair of cardboard wings attached. And the shonkier the costume, the better. If it's too well constructed, then the fun is taken out of it. Noone watches a Daytona 500 to see cars driving really fast in a circle, they want to see massive stacks. And the same goes for a Birdman Rally, more failure, more enjoyment. Here's some highlights, courtesy of The Age website.
Birdman Rally Photo Gallery

And finally, I should weigh in on the Chris Brown/Rihanna debacle. I should, but I can't really do better than the homeboy here.

Well, i'll be back soonish, probably.
Peace.