SE JODIERON LOS FINANCIEROS......

El tipo se llama Marc Faber. Es Analista de Inversiones y empresario.

En junio de 2008, cuando el Gobierno Bush estudiaba lanzar un proyecto de ayuda a la economía Americana, Marc Faber escribía en su boletín mensual un comentario con mucho humor:
"El Gobierno Federal está estudiando conceder a cada uno de nosotros una suma de U$$ 600.00.

Si gastamos ese dinero en Walt-Mart, ese dinero va para a China.

Si gastamos en gasolina, va para los árabes.

Si compramos un computador, va para la Índia.

Si compramos frutas, irá para México, Honduras o Guatemala.

Si compramos un buen auto, irá para a Alemania o Japón.

Y ningún centavo de ese dinero ayudará a la economia americana.

El único medio de mantener ese dinero en USA es gastándolo con Putas o Cerveza, considerando que son los únicos bienes todavía producidos por

aqui.


Yo, estoy haciendo mi parte..."



Respuesta de un Argentino igualmente de buen humor:

"Estimado Marc:

Realmente la situación de los Norteamericanos es cada vez peor.

Lamento informarle que la Budweiser fué recientemente comprada por la brasileira AmBev... por lo tanto, le quedan solamente las Putas.

Ahora, si ellas (las Putas), decidieran mandar su dinero a sus hijos, el mismo vendría directamente hacia Buenos Aires, donde existe la mayor concentración de hijos de puta del mundo. Che ! ! !

Al Gore and Tipper

Al Gore and his wife, Tipper, were invited to a swanky masked Halloween

Party. His wife got a terrible headache and told Al to go to the party

alone. Al, being a devoted husband, protested, but his wife argued and said

she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and there was no need of

his good time being spoiled by not going. So Al took his costume and away he

went. His wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain,

and as it was still early, she decided to go to the party. Since Al did not

know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching

Al to see how he acted when she was not with him. She joined the party and


soon spotted Al cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice

chick he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. His

wife sidled up to him, and being a rather seductive babe herself, Al left

his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new stuff that had just

arrived. She let Al go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her

husband. Finally Al whispered a little proposition in her ear and she

agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little bang. Just

before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the

costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation Al would

make for his behaviour. She was sitting up reading when Al came in and asked

what kind of a time he had. Al said, "Oh, the same old thing. You know I


never have a good time when you're not there." Then she asked, "Did you


dance much?" Al replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When

I got there, I met Larry Flint, Janet Reno, and some other guys, so we went


into the den and played poker all evening. But I'll tell you... I loaned my


costume to Bill and he told me he had a great time! with some easy chick that arrived late!!"