by Gary North
The FED is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down in green shootsdom: it leadeth me beside the still Lehman.
It restoreth my credit: it leadeth me down the paths of leverage for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of debt, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy TARP and thy TALF they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my balance sheet with digits; my bonuses runneth over.
Surely profits and influence shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the FED for ever.