While there is plenty of blog-fodder to bleat about, including the latest overreach by The Adjustment Bureau, whose rationale for exercising control over American businesses has broad implications for industries well beyond banking, I've decided to take off the next two weeks.
March 1, 2015 will mark eleven years of offending various attorneys, bankers, bureaucrats, cockroaches, 1/32 Native American wannabes and the bank-haters who love them, and other assorted fruits and (wing)nuts, both foreign and dometic. That's a long run of non-stop snark for someone who, notwithstanding the occasional angry email accusation, actually practices law for a living. Also, I have a nephew who's a New York City police detective, and this weekend's assassination of two NYPD police officers and the public response to it from both sides of the political spectrum makes me want to take a break during the season of Advent (and Chanukah), to decompress and reassess, and to refocus on what is actually important in life.
In the spirit of Christmas, here's a story about another heartless bank in the heartland and the unsuspecting public that it abuses.
Have a wonderful holiday season.





