
Source: cityfile.com
When banks go belly up, their slogans become unintentionally hilarious. This is schadenfreude, right?
Not so much schadenfreude as murderous rage. These pricks are using taxpayer money to keep their penthouse condos while they continue to charge the very same taxpayers ridiculous interest rates in an attempt to make up for the money they squandered by poorly executing the one and only task their jobs require. So it's only possible to take pleasure in their pain until you realize that the banks are being pinched on the forearm, while you're being bent over and gang raped. I'm glad I had a good history teacher; otherwise I might be tempted to become a Bolshevik.
hahahahahaha… ohhhh
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