Brexit Cup

Ryder Cup. Golf’s trumped up rivalry between U.S. and Europe. Symptomatically this year nationalism rules. It’s a lily white Texas-centric team vs. mostly Brits. Americans always embarrass themselves with jingoistic chants of patriotic superiority. Arnold Palmer will necessarily and correctly dominate the narrative. It will come off as nauseatingly red white & blue maudlin, I suspect. But. It’s that kind of event. True. A few years ago it was the Seve show. In three days. In the end. A vanilla Celtic crew will win. With Tiger sadly relegated to token.

High Stakes

Steak dinner was great. Then. The debate. Neither took my advice. Hillary wore a red Bozo the Clown outfit. Donald showed up. Clinton seemed rested. Trump tired. Nobody landed a knockout punch. Pundits loved HRC. Middle America stayed with DJT. Call it a draw.

Meanwhile. DeutscheBank looks like it’s going the way of Lehman. Highest stakes in Euroland. If Merkel doesn’t bail it out, will the continent’s economy collapse. Could be.

Steak & Debate

A little steak, shallot mushroom reduction, pinot noir. She Wolf Bakery bâtard from Brooklyn via Columbus Avenue Sunday Market. Recipe for debate prep.

After dinner. Sip a cocktail each time Hillary says stronger together, lifetime of fighting for children and families, experience, work hard for you. Each time Donald says IRS audit, make America something again, believe me, stamina. Either says Putin, Israel, Iraq, Iran, ISIS, Syria, red line, refugees, immigrants. Hoping for a freak-out. Expecting discipline. Here we go!

RiRi & BiBi

Exciting weekend in the ‘hood. Global Citizen concert in Central Park. Saturday night our apartment 10 blocks down shook with the bass and drums of Metallica and Kendrick Lamar. Then came the show stopper. Rihanna. RiRi. She didn’t seem to know much about the cause. Nonetheless she performed. Reminiscent of Amy Winehouse R&B. Generous show. mAdBen got to see it up close. Lucky.

Today as we strolled toward home, guys in suits stopped us from going down our street. Walkie talkies into the lapel earpiece thing. Clearly somebody was coming to our neighbor building San Remo. As a rush of men entered the lobby and the sirens abated, we asked , who was that? They gave us hints. A tall man with white hair. Not American. Met with both candidates today to get their support. Got it. BiBi Netanyahu. Woo hoo. As we watched him leave from our bedroom view, he rolled down the window and waved. Then on to Hamilton.

Too Big To Manage

Glass-Steagall resurrection won’t heal the banking system. Segregating commercial and investment entities never worked. Senior executives were always able to peer over the so-called Chinese wall. Amalgamations have caused unwieldy national behemoths.

Incompetence at the top. Incestuous Boards. Obscene compensation assured. Cue Stumpf. Wells Fargo’s dufey CEO. Typical of the genre. Isolated from business units. De-centralized disparate cultures left to their own devices. By the time the OCC gets involved at least 5 years of fraudulent practices to rein in. Fire a bunch of low-level guys as a PR stunt.

Too big to manage. Too big to fail.