Excited Delirium

Stories about Excited Delirium, the Shock Economy and a little fiction here and there.

Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 4 (Greyrock: Protect the Oil)

Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 4 of the my online book “Excited Delirium”. Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index .

“Hey JackMax … I think they’ve set up an IED just around the corner of that building,” Liam Jones shouted to his manager as they drove into the dusty town of Fallujah in their bullet-proof Humvee vehicle. Jones was pointing to a shambles of a building that had been pounded more than once by guns that were miles away.

“All right. We’ll get the military to inspect. No point causing any harm to ourselves,” his partner grinned as he winked at Jones. “I’ll call it in now.”

Jack MacDonald, or JackMax, to his buddies was the supervisor of the small crew of Greyrock employees that were working in Iraq and were a tiny representation of the hundreds of thousands of private contractors that were working in this country since the US led the occupation of Iraq in 2003. On any given day, this unofficial army dwarfed the US forces by a factor of about 2 to 1, a significant change from the first invasion in 1991, when private contractors barely existed.

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The US Federal Reserve: Privatization of Public Regulation?

There are dozens of stories related to this, so I’m going to try to filter to the most relevant.

For those of you who watch events in the market, you’ll have heard that the Federal Reserve Board is speaking with a number of interest groups and organizations, mainly with the intent of modifying and ‘updating’ rules concerning financial regulation.

I smell a rat.

It seems like most financial instutions have been at the trough for the last few months, claiming financial instability if they don’t get massive handouts, whipping the media into a grand and delirious frenzy.

I suspect that this situation is the financial equivalent of 9/11, giving the powers that be the public perception that ‘something must be done’. This ‘something’ is a complete overhaul that will likely favour a very small handful of financial institutions.

Let’s start here: The New York Times.

And here, reminding ourselves that the Federal Reserve Board is not a public institution.

Basically, the proposal is to merge a wide array of Federal and State regulatory bodies into a small collection of “Commissions” that would monitor and control pretty much all aspects of financial markets. In an effort to summarize the Commissions, I think they are as follows (but it seems like some windows have been left open for more groups):
1. A Securities Commission that would include the Commodity Futures Trading Commission
2. Mortgage Origination Commission
3. Prudential Financial Regulator to lead the banks
4. An insurance commission

What’s staggering about all of this is that it has been laid out conveniently amidst the ‘wild storm of panic’ that is being whipped up by mainstream media, which makes me feel like these sweeping changes will have the same impact on American (and global) financial activity similar to how the Patriot Act influenced world travel.

Empty your bottles will become ‘empty your wallets’.

Let’s take commodities. Putting regulation of commodities – our food, our electricity, our fuels – gives a new private institution the ability to take prices to a whole new level without the threat of public interference.

Look at Enron and what happened to California when the entire electricity market was deregulated. It nearly bankrupt one of America’s most influential economic powerhouses.

So, imagine Enron running our lives when it comes to chicken or beef or corn prices. Or gas. Or electricity.

It ain’t gonna be pretty.

Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 3 (“They Call Me Mr. Kite”)

Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 3 of the my online book "Excited Delirium". Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index .

Most of my contacts call me Mr. Kite.

I know: it’s cliché. Believe me, I’m no Bond. I’m not attractive in a six-pack ab kind of way. Instead, I’m a little more keg shaped. I have a rough visage, more because I hate shaving, not because it’s cool to have stubble. That’s so ‘Don Johnson 80s’. I don’t shave regularly because I’m a wimp and it hurts.

‘Kite’ is a pseudonym. I can’t remember the last time I used my real name. In fact, I’m no longer completely sure what it is.

A ‘kite’ is someone that’s completely disposable. When a company hires you to get info from another company, they cut the strings and leave you to your own defense if they think there’s the least little bit of risk.

As a kite, you disappear with the wind, leaving no trace of a relationship.

A kite is a person that’s hired to infiltrate a company, collect information about said company for another company – usually a competitor or a group of bidders for the information – and bring that info back to the buyer.

In layman’s terms, I’m a corporate spy. Of course, not too many kids run around the school yard yelling that they want to ‘work from the inside to bring companies down’, so I get to charge a bit of a premium because there’s so few of us in the marketplace.

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Excited Delirium Book: Chapter 2 (An OMNINet Employee)

Author’s Note: The following is Chapter 2 of the my online book “Excited Delirium”. Please post comments. Please tell your friends about this story. If you’ve missed a chapter, please click here for Chapter 1 (Prelude) or here for the full index.

“Don’t forget that we have access to the credit card companies and the transaction records for this guy,” said a fairly lean and non-descript young man on what he imagined was a secure cell phone. To look at him, you wouldn’t think much, as he was one of the millions of people who wander at the foot of massive monuments to our corporate world, with an electronic Bluetooth device glued to his ear, talking like a Borg on a mission.

He was walking out of his office building and stood tall over the rest of the crowd as he pushed his way through the rotating doors. He was wearing all black, with the exception of his crisp, white shirt. Even his sunglasses were darkly tinted and kept the world from coming in.

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