The Brokers With Hands on Their Faces Blog

Yesterday, I was going to share something similar to this — the obligatory, ritual photos of distressed brokers, such as this one (there were others I was looking at yesterday, but they seem to be gone now). It’s almost like they’re thinking, “Oh, there’s a photographer! If I strike the right pose and expression, I’ll be on the front of The Wall Street Journal, and maybe that’ll help build my brand so I can find a new and very different job…”

But as I often do, I started thinking about copyrights, and just not wanting to deal with the huge hassle that could ensue.

But some blogs are bolder than others — and funnier. Such as “The Brokers With Hands on Their Faces Blog,” which is explained thusly:

With these photos there are a number of layers to laugh at – the poor broker, the photographer waiting to take that perfect photo of the poor broker, the media who love to run with these photos. And then there’s me, this guy who collected them and made a blog, which is totally ridiculous as well. People can laugh at whichever part they want to laugh at or maybe they’re not laughing at all. Maybe they think it’s beautiful, or horrible, or stupid. All of them are probably right.

We’ve gotta get some sort of enjoyment out of this mess, right? So go ahead. Smile at their misery. (How decadent. Perhaps as our economy continues to plunge, we’ll get to be like Germany during the Weimar Republic, and just mock everything…)

2 thoughts on “The Brokers With Hands on Their Faces Blog

  1. gayguy

    What would Bob do?

    ‘It’s All Good’

    Talk about me babe, if you must
    Throw on the dirt, pile on the dust
    I’d do the same thing if I could
    You know what they say, they say it’s all good
    All good
    It’s all good

    Big politician telling lies
    Restaurant kitchen, all full of flies
    Don’t make a bit of difference, don’t see why it should
    But it’s all right, ’cause it’s all good
    It’s all good
    It’s all good

    Wives are leavin’ their husbands, they beginning to roam
    They leave the party and they never get home
    I wouldn’t change it, even if I could
    You know what they say man, it’s all good
    It’s all good
    All good

    Brick by brick, they tear you down
    A teacup of water is enough to drown
    You ought to know, if they could they would
    Whatever going down, it’s all good
    All good
    Say it’s all good

    People in the country, people on the land
    Some of them so sick, they can hardly stand
    Everybody would move away, if they could
    It’s hard to believe but it’s all good

    The widow’s cry, the orphan’s plea
    Everywhere you look, more misery
    Come along with me, babe, I wish you would
    You know what I’m sayin’, it’s all good
    All good
    I said it’s all good
    All good

    Cold-blooded killer, stalking the town
    Cop cars blinking, something bad going down
    Buildings are crumbling in the neighborhood
    But there’s nothing to worry about, ’cause it’s all good
    It’s all good
    They say it’s all good

    I’ll pluck off your beard and blow it in your face
    This time tomorrow I’ll be rolling in your place
    I wouldn’t change a thing even if I could
    You know what they say, they say it’s all good
    It’s all good

    (while the party’s going,could you post a shirtless pic of,Joe,my favorite bear/congressman? I hope he’s not shaving his chest!)

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