Showing posts with label Bongi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bongi. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2009

Oh, No, You Don't, You ScuzBags, You!


When I shake open the NYT of a morning, delighting in the fresh creases, scanning what's above the line, and what's below, it's doggone rare for me to start the day by reading the business section.

Good thing that I read the free, online version -- where this alluring headline jumped off the computer screen and down my throat. I *despise* these people with a passion, apparently. Who knew? Which people, exactly? Well, I have tended to cast the net wide.

Okay, so it took pastoral counseling and several exorcisms for me to be able to wish well all the folks who took out ridiculous, unaffordable mortgages, thinking... thinking? Thinking what? I've never gotten a good handle on what these people were thinking, if they were thinking at all.
The Fredster is more open than I am in laying the primary blame at the feet of The Scuzbags who brokered all those fraudulent mortgages. I mean, if they hadn't come along, we never would have found out about the various lacunae threatening to bring down our entire economy, as well as negatively impacting global financial health. Right?
I have fond memories of my investment account...

Chhhoooooooooooooooo!

Still, after having my head do a few 360s, and spewing what might have been creamed peas, I came to accept that good people do stupid things, and I managed to be truly glad that they were being assisted in keeping their homes and reestablishing their credit. (Yes, even as we struggle to make the payments on Our Manor, Marlinspike Hall, deep, deep in the Tête de Hergé -- not that we claim ownership, no -- we simply have lost touch with Captain Haddock, last seen at Bongi's place). The Captain mortgaged The Manor to fund his latest swashbuckling adventures on the High Seas, and to keep him in his cups. We're positive that he'll be sending us some money very soon.
Back to the lesson of gladness. I don't mean to beat you over the head with it, I mean to beat myself over the head with it! Because I have a hard time, sadly, being glad that someone else is being helped, when I am not. That's an embarrassing admission. The first thing to realize? It's not about you, it's about someone else, and this someone else is in need.
Still, I had hoped that this would be game over and lesson learned, and that we'd not see such financial irresponsibility again, at least not on such a scale.

Cashing In, Again, on Risky Mortgages

By PETER S. GOODMAN
Published: July 19, 2009

LOS ANGELES — From the ninth floor of a downtown office building on Wilshire Boulevard, Jack Soussana delivered staggering numbers of mortgages to homeowners during the real estate boom, amassing a fortune.

By Mr. Soussana’s own account, his customers fared less happily. He specialized in the exotic mortgages that have proved most prone to sliding into foreclosure, leaving many now scrambling to save their homes.

Yet the dangers assailing Mr. Soussana’s clients have yielded fresh business for him: Late last year, he and his team — ensconced in the same office where they used to broker mortgages — began working for a loan modification company. For fees reaching $3,495, with most of the money collected upfront, they promised to negotiate with lenders to lower payments on the now-delinquent mortgages they and their counterparts had sprinkled liberally across Southern California.

“We just changed the script and changed the product we were selling,” said Mr. Soussana, who ran the Los Angeles sales office of Federal Loan Modification Law Center. The new script: You got a raw deal, and “Now, we’re able to help you out because we understand your lender.”

Mr. Soussana’s partners at FedMod, as the company is known, were also products of the formerly lucrative world of high-risk lending. The managing partner, Nabile Anz, known as Bill, previously co-owned Mortgage Link, a California subprime lender, now defunct, that once sold $30 million worth of loans a month.

Jeffrey Broughton, one of FedMod’s initial partners, served as director of business development at Pacific First Mortgage, a lender that extended so-called Alt-A mortgages for borrowers with tarnished credit for Countrywide Financial, which lost billions of dollars on bad mortgages before being rescued in an acquisition.

FedMod is but one example of how many of the same people who dispensed risky mortgages during the real estate bubble have reconstituted themselves into a new industry focused on selling loan modifications.

Despite making promises of relief to homeowners desperate to keep their homes, FedMod and other profit making loan modification firms often fail to deliver, according to a New York Times investigation based on interviews with scores of former employees and customers, more than 650 complaints filed with the Better Business Bureau, and documents filed by the Federal Trade Commission in a lawsuit against the company...

Read the rest here. I think there will be more to come.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Bianca left this note on the kitchen laptop...Haddock is at Bongi's!

Mes copains -- mais où est-ce que vous êtes, donc?! Hmmm, quand je vous ai quittés ce matin, vous étiez en train de laver les beaux murs en marbre de l'aile nord-ouest du manoir... Mais on n'a pas le temps maintenant d'aller vous chercher!

J'ai travaillé très dur aujourd'hui, mais personne n'apprécie mes pénibles efforts. Vous souvenez-vous de toutes les éclaboussures de peinture sur les oeuvres de Jackson Pollock -- dans la Salle de l'Art Moderne? Le capitaine et moi, nous avons fait un pique-nique romantique là-bas un samedi soir -- pendant un orage terrible. Oh, son épaisse barbe virile! Je lui ai enlevé cet abominable chapeau de marin... Nous avons bu quelques verres de whisky... Oui, j'aime l'art moderne. Je l'aime beaucoup... Je m'en souviens bien... Je portais une jolie robe rouge vif avec une ceinture de cuir verni noir.

Il commence à faire très chaud dans cette cuisine -- vous trouvez?

Mais, je divague un peu... J'ai facilement nettoyé tous ces gobs de peinture à l'huile en utilisant le Windex! Il reste encore une peinture à subir mon traitement original -- demain, ou le surlendemain (beaucoup mieux). Peut-être. Ce petit changement subtil a complètement transformé cette galerie d'art -- qui savait que Pollock préfère le calme dans un espace presque vide?

Ah! Je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir!

Mais imaginez ce que je viens de découvrir!

Je sais, sans aucun doute, que Le Capitaine Hadrock, er... StopWatch... Attendez! Il me faut une petite bouffée d'air...

Eh bien. Voilà! Ne vous inquiétez pas du tout -- je me porte infiniment mieux maintenant. Comme vous savez, j'ai un toux chronique -- en tant qu'artiste, il me faut faire attention à la santé -- Ma voix est mon instrument, comme on dit!

Mais je divague un peu...

J'ai trouvé notre beau et gracieux propriétaire!

Le Capitaine, et Notre Grand Ami, Archibald Haddock -- il rend visite en ce moment exacte à un chirurgien`sud-africain assez connu -- Bongi!

Alors, nous n'avons pas du tout besoin de nous TUER dans cet effort de nettoyer ce manoir, tenu si longtemps dans sa famille tellement sacrée! On peut prendre une pause... pendant une ou trois semaines?

Regardez la preuve de ma connaissance: une jolie photo du capitaine chez cet excellent Bongi -- qui est, je commence à comprendre, quelqu'un qui apprécie les bonnes petites choses de la vie.

Et, apparemment, il aime jurer pendant qu'il fait ses opérations, afin de faire dissiper le stress...

Il doit beaucoup apprécier, donc, ce qu'on appelle "le doux babil" de notre capitaine! C'est assez rare de rencontrer des gens qui comprennent la différence entre les insultes, les injures, et les jurons!

Parce que nous sommes maintenant, et pour les trois ou quatre semaines à venir, en vacances, je vais en ville afin de m'amuser et comme récompense de tout mon travail pénible. Ne m'attendez pas ce soir! Leave the drawbridge down!

La Bonne et Belle Bianca Castafiore

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Retired Educator, here --

I'm too tired to translate this, myself, so I have plugged it into one of those online translater programs. Hysterically inaccurate, but the gist comes through. Too bad the Pollock "gobs" don't have the same characteristic...

Here goes:

My friends - but where do you then?! Hmmm, when I've left this morning, you were in the process of washing the beautiful marble walls of the north-west wing of the mansion ... But we have no time now to pick you up!

I worked very hard today, but does my hard efforts. Do you remember all the splashes of paint on the works of Jackson Pollock - in the Hall of Modern Art? The captain and me, we made a romantic picnic there on a Saturday evening - during a terrible storm. Oh, his thick manly beard! I have removed this abominable sailor hat ... We drank a few glasses of whiskey ... Yes, I like modern art. I like it very much ... I remember it well ... I wore a pretty red dress with a belt of black patent leather.

He began to be very hot in this kitchen - you find?

But I ramble a bit ... I easily cleaned all these gobs oil painting using the Windex! There is still one painting to undergo my treatment original - tomorrow, or two (much better). Maybe. This small subtle change has completely transformed this gallery of art - who knew Pollock preferred the calm of a nearly empty space?

Ah! Je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir...

But imagine what I just discovered!

I know, undoubtedly, that Captain Hadrock, er ... StopWatch ... Wait! I need a small breath of air ...

Well. Voilà! Do not worry at all - I'm doing much better now. As you know, I have a chronic cough - as an artist, I need to pay attention to health - My voice is my instrument, as they say!

But I ramble a bit ...

I found this great and gracious owner!

Captain, and our great friend, Archibald Haddock - he visits at this time to exact a surgeon `South African enough known Bongi!

So we do not need to kill us in this effort to clean this house held so long in his family so sacred! You can take a break ... for one or three weeks?

Look at the evidence of my knowledge: a nice photo of the master in this excellent Bongi - which is, I begin to understand, someone who appreciates the good things of life.

And, apparently, he likes to swear that he made during its operations, to eliminate the stress ...

It owes much to appreciate, therefore, the so-called "soft babbling" of our master! It's quite rare to meet people who understand the difference between verbal abuse, insults and swear words!

Because we are now, and for three or four weeks, on vacation, I go to town to have fun and as a reward for all my hard work. Was not expecting this evening! Leave the drawbridge down!

The Good, The Beautiful Bianca Castafiore