manager and THE MORTGAGE GURU Mitchell Freifeld will be along for the
ride and more importantly to answer questions from an interested
audience concerning predatory lending. The banks are the biggest
criminals on the planet and Mr. Freifeld knows where every one of
their bodies are buried. His audits are like gold to aggrieved
homeowners. They tell the whole story of every misdeed that the bank
engages in including but not limited to improper loans, improper
valuation of homes, improper bundling and securitizaton of mortgages,
improper use of Mers, improper loss of original mortgages, and
improper notification of the sale of your mortgage from one lender to
the other. I could go on but you get the idea.
Dave Pippin – CEO
“The Financial Power” with Dave Pippin Saturday’s at 11:00 AM
1190 WAMT (Orlando) AND 820 WWBA (Tampa Bay)
On a lighter note, the dog and pony show continues on Tuesday at a
time to be determined on Screamin Sam's Pod cast. This is my kind of
show, a no holds barred stream of consciousness, entertaining show
with no inhibitions and no political correctness. watch out Sam. I may
have your show very soon.
http://www.podcasts.com/the_screamin_sam_show_-_radio_edition
The second phase of my radio career. This Tuesday on podcast. Times to follow.
http://www.podfeed.net/podcast/The+Screamin+Sam+Show+-+Radio+Edition/26454
I got the best mail in years. I am a little (lot) neurotic going to
the post office box but today was great. I got this personally
addressed officially addressed envelop, which on the bottom left was
written "FREE PREPAID CREMATION." Who ever said life was not worth
living?
I'm very biased but I did read the Freeh Report about Penn State with
particular attention to references to Paterno. The family has every
reason to conclude that the report is a miscarriage of justice. In
1998, when this went down, there is not a shred of an allegation that
Paterno did anything wrong other than the conclusion (after the
attorney general refused to prosecute Sandusky) that Paterno did
anything wrong. Lesson. If Joe Paterno with all the faults of a human
being can be crucified in the press and with the ultimate result of
Penn State being vilified, this can happen to you.
1.I want to believe in aliens, Big foot, ghosts, and the Loch Ness monster as much as anyone. Can anyone find me a fucking body of any of these or some science other than bullshit ghost hunter, Bigfoot chases crap that permeates the TV airwaves?.
2. I'm drunk but still funny and smart, watching and listening to morons at my bar and thinking they will get laid tonight and I won't. Could my life be more in the shitter?
3. Under achievers have a built in defense mechanism. They can always say that had they tried they would have succeeded. That is better emotionally to believe you tried as hard as you could and you still suck or are a loser.
4. There are tons of ways to know your life is in the shitter. Here's one. Every day I go to my local bar there is a 70 something drunk woman with her husband and every day she tells me a joke that was funny ten times ago. I graciously laugh like it is the first time I heard it. Kill me when I become like her.
5. I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
...Simon and Garfunkel
6. Florida Library
A blond walked into a library and said, "Can I have a burger and fries?"
The librarian said, "Sorry, this is a library."
So the blond whispered, "Can I have a burger and fries?"
7. My issues are all and I mean all of my own doing. I started down this path at birth. The train never wavered from the tracks. All of the people I have known or befriended, all of the pyscho drama crazies
that have come into my life came there because I let them. I have an unwavering belief in the sanctity of doing the right thing which includes surrounding yourself with the right people. My mother sought
out for me the smartest boys in our neighborhood when I was five years old. To this day those boys have become successful men. My fatal flaw is that I did not follow that path and now I am in Florida, where I
just do not want to be. It is too late for me to be happier anywhere but of all the mistakes I have made, moving to Florida to find paradise was not worthy of my ability to understand what it takes to
be happy. Running away makes you a loser.
8. The universe is 16 billion years old. The earth is 4.5 billion years old. Humans have lived for approximately 150,000 years. We can't hurt the earth. it will survive us. We are short termers. To think that
people believe they are special in such enormity is a puzzle to me.
9. Pinellas County in Florida graduates less than half of their
students. All you have to do is breathe to get a high school diploma,
clearly too much for most of the youngsters.
10. Sitting at my bar a couple of weeks ago. I'm drinking too much as
usual and I am listening to these guys talk. They are about thirty
five. they are talking about shooting wild hogs and possum. I put my
head in my hands and say, what the fuck happened to my life. How did I
get to this point. I was think that if there was a Jeopardy category
about hogs and possums, I would run the category. there are not too
many Manhattanites who could say the same thing. Am I one of the
planet's great under achievers or what?
11. Wherever I feel isolated. alright not whenever. that would be
always, I watch a you tube of George Carlin. How can you disagree with
anything that he says about America?
12. When does hope and optimism become the reality of lies, bullshit, and
cons? At what point is enough enough? A day? A week? Nine months? Hope
borne of desperation is unhealthy. Optimism in face of reality is
stupid. We feed off hope. All the platitudes and positive thoughts
give way. No more fortune cookie promises. Unbridled optimism is more
dangerous than abject cynicism.
13. I have spent my life as a criminal lawyer. Unlike Jewish boys from Long
island, I have played cops and robbers both as a prosecutor and defense lawyer
for real and for keeps. The dog and pony show of criminal law was fun and that
is exactly as I viewed it, a game with real people as the pieces of the game.
There were a lot of criminals and not a few cops who could not tell the truth or
know the truth if it bit them on the ass. I have no problem with that.
My problem is the lies and deceit in Florida are not overwhelmingly more
prevalent than in my New York past but the quality of lies and deceit, even from
those clients who stand to make money from me is amazing. Once again I have used
the word amazing to describe Florida behavior. I'm a moron. Anything but deceit
and lies from too many would be amazing, not the other way around.
Anyway, my issue is not the lies and deceit. My problem is the utter stupidity of those who lie to me. They lie with such stupidity as to be laughable. For example, I had a client question my ability to represent her, a question that I encourage from any client in any case. The problem was that when I asked her some questions about her concern she lied to me without knowing or even thinking that I would check her story out. It took me one phone call to verify the bullshit she was handing me. The MORAL is if you are going to lie, steal, or cheat, be good at it. There is nothing less fun than a stupid liar.
14. TWITTER JAIL
I have been on twitter for approximately one month and have been suspended today, February 27, 2013 for the third time. My "crime" is unsolicited replies to people on my twitter page. As you tweeters know, 99% of the tweets are advertisements of one type or the other or porno. I don't have a problem with what others tweet. Sometimes, when I feel a need to respond, I do. More often than not, I get a "favorite" or "share" from the recipient. There are many more people whom I am following than whom follow me. Some of those are of a political nature with followers in the hundreds of thousands or more.
Apparently, if they are not following me and are on my page and I reply I am in violation of some fucked up regulation of twitter. It gets worse. There are tweeters on my page whom I am not following as well. I am not promoting bestiality. I am replying to someone or some entity that is on my page and TWEETER SUSPENDS ME? WHAT THE FUCK?
15. I don't have pet peeves. I have major psychotic hatreds.
16. I had a typical Florida day yesterday. It is no wonder that I have psychotic hatreds and not pet peeves. I tried to deposit an insurance company check made payable to my client and me to put in my lawyer trust account as I have done for thirty years. On Monday, I followed the same practice with no problem; two signatures, client and mine and in it goes into my trust account at Wells Fargo. Three days later I have another insurance company check. Client's signature and mine are on the check. Check is signed appropriately and teller asks where the client is. I'm about to become in a state of disbelief but all I do is point out that this check, signed by the client and me is going into my escrow account. She repeats herself. I have a mild temper tantrum and tell her to speak to the manager. He knows me. I'm there all the time. He has already fucked up accounts when Wachovia was consumed by Wells Fargo. He asks me to wait a minute and he will explain. I'm pissed now. I see where this is going. I tell him to save his explanation if the answer is the same, that I need the other person with me. He says that is is his answer. I have just escalated to being furious from my only other mood which is angry.
I take the check to another Wells Fargo. Go to the car teller girl and she begins to give me the same shit. Mind you have done this hundreds and hundreds of times and have with Wells Fargo since they took over Wachovia, or more accurately consumed it. I mention that my client can't be with me. She doesn't live near here. I tell her my client might be in Afghanistan. I know I'm wasting my words. She conferences with her manager and the check is deposited. I hate Wells Fargo. I hate banks.
17. I am the guest on an Internet radio show. The location is an hour and half from me. I confirm at 10 AM for a 7 PM show with someone who is the biggest liar on the planet. Not the host, who is a good guy. I drive 1.5 hours to Odessa, Florida, where I am reasonably sure it is illegal for New York Jews to be in the first place and the liar guy tells me there is no show because the engineer is sick, which is reasonable. What is unreasonable is to have me drive all that distance. There wasn't even a phone call while I am on the way so I can turn around. The world in which I inhabit is made up of scammers and con men. The show is a lot of fun. Maybe next week.
A corollary to that is mine. For every choice we make their is a consequence. Stupid people do not recognize the consequence of what hey do and as a result, make bad decisions. Even when you know what the correct decision is people like me are reluctant to make the good choice because the good choice is usually too damn hard and so we take the easy path because we know we can. It is not an admirable trait of mine.
I don't understand why people who fuck with me don't know what the consequences of their actions might be. If they have any clue about me, they will know that I will not be abused when I know I am right. There are gray areas in my life when I may or may not be right but in those instances when I am right, there is no question about it to me or frankly, to any reasonably bright person.
Anyway, my issue is not the lies and deceit. My problem is the utter stupidity of those who lie to me. They lie with such stupidity as to be laughable. For example, I had a client question my ability to represent her, a question that I encourage from any client in any case. The problem was that when I asked her some questions about her concern she lied to me without knowing or even thinking that I would check her story out. It took me one phone call to verify the bullshit she was handing me. The MORAL is if you are going to lie, steal, or cheat, be good at it. There is nothing less fun than a stupid liar.
14. TWITTER JAIL
I have been on twitter for approximately one month and have been suspended today, February 27, 2013 for the third time. My "crime" is unsolicited replies to people on my twitter page. As you tweeters know, 99% of the tweets are advertisements of one type or the other or porno. I don't have a problem with what others tweet. Sometimes, when I feel a need to respond, I do. More often than not, I get a "favorite" or "share" from the recipient. There are many more people whom I am following than whom follow me. Some of those are of a political nature with followers in the hundreds of thousands or more.
Apparently, if they are not following me and are on my page and I reply I am in violation of some fucked up regulation of twitter. It gets worse. There are tweeters on my page whom I am not following as well. I am not promoting bestiality. I am replying to someone or some entity that is on my page and TWEETER SUSPENDS ME? WHAT THE FUCK?
15. I don't have pet peeves. I have major psychotic hatreds.
16. I had a typical Florida day yesterday. It is no wonder that I have psychotic hatreds and not pet peeves. I tried to deposit an insurance company check made payable to my client and me to put in my lawyer trust account as I have done for thirty years. On Monday, I followed the same practice with no problem; two signatures, client and mine and in it goes into my trust account at Wells Fargo. Three days later I have another insurance company check. Client's signature and mine are on the check. Check is signed appropriately and teller asks where the client is. I'm about to become in a state of disbelief but all I do is point out that this check, signed by the client and me is going into my escrow account. She repeats herself. I have a mild temper tantrum and tell her to speak to the manager. He knows me. I'm there all the time. He has already fucked up accounts when Wachovia was consumed by Wells Fargo. He asks me to wait a minute and he will explain. I'm pissed now. I see where this is going. I tell him to save his explanation if the answer is the same, that I need the other person with me. He says that is is his answer. I have just escalated to being furious from my only other mood which is angry.
I take the check to another Wells Fargo. Go to the car teller girl and she begins to give me the same shit. Mind you have done this hundreds and hundreds of times and have with Wells Fargo since they took over Wachovia, or more accurately consumed it. I mention that my client can't be with me. She doesn't live near here. I tell her my client might be in Afghanistan. I know I'm wasting my words. She conferences with her manager and the check is deposited. I hate Wells Fargo. I hate banks.
17. I am the guest on an Internet radio show. The location is an hour and half from me. I confirm at 10 AM for a 7 PM show with someone who is the biggest liar on the planet. Not the host, who is a good guy. I drive 1.5 hours to Odessa, Florida, where I am reasonably sure it is illegal for New York Jews to be in the first place and the liar guy tells me there is no show because the engineer is sick, which is reasonable. What is unreasonable is to have me drive all that distance. There wasn't even a phone call while I am on the way so I can turn around. The world in which I inhabit is made up of scammers and con men. The show is a lot of fun. Maybe next week.
18.One of the best definitions I have ever heard about survival is that it is
the ability to adapt in your environment. I heard a judge in Suffolk County say
it a thousand times when he sentenced a defendant, his point being that the
defendant was doing a bad job of surviving.
A corollary to that is mine. For every choice we make their is a consequence. Stupid people do not recognize the consequence of what hey do and as a result, make bad decisions. Even when you know what the correct decision is people like me are reluctant to make the good choice because the good choice is usually too damn hard and so we take the easy path because we know we can. It is not an admirable trait of mine.
I don't understand why people who fuck with me don't know what the consequences of their actions might be. If they have any clue about me, they will know that I will not be abused when I know I am right. There are gray areas in my life when I may or may not be right but in those instances when I am right, there is no question about it to me or frankly, to any reasonably bright person.
There was an incident in a local dirt bag bar that I spend thousands of
dollars in and I was wronged. I'm not taking that lightly nor will I let it
rest. I know that has its emotional drawbacks but that is how I am wired.
There has been a few instances where people who have never met me, spoken
to me, or communicated with me in any form decided to go to a war of words with
me. Clearly, had they known anything about me, they would have never done that.
I feel like Bluto in "Animal House", who said its not over until I say it's
over".
I'm a big boy. I lose battles all the time in court and other places. I
expect that. It is part of the game but will I engage someone I don't know in a
war of words not knowing with whom I am dealing? Will I engage anyone in anyway,
when I don't know my enemy? Stupid or sociopathic people just don't get it. They
will if they keep fucking with me and it happens here in Florida and from people
in other parts of the country in percentages that boggle my mind compared to the
people I know in New York. The moron quotient is very high here and other places
compared to where I come from and this does not necessarily mean that the New
York people I have come to know are brain surgeons. They are not. they just get
it.
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