Three Darlings Died in The Making of This Post or How I Went For Take Out and Came Back With a Paradox

 (through the magic of digital manipulation , this post is under construction as we gawk at it)
Except for some added text. It's gone.  It wouldn't be the first time either. The unexplained disappearance just made a dog's breakfast of the layout. Of course, the simplest answer likely lies in Bandit's theory of technology; at the core of every computing action lies the inevitable equation of human error.

 It's alright though. One limerick including some allusion to Mario Draghi's actual knowledge of market making and trading,  with reference to my increasing infatuation with Absurdity, in real time, and 

an anecdote with actual correlation to pension fund health and determination of asset values.

Two paradoxes for the price of one. But first, let's reveal my chicanery.

Read above my theory. Quite reasonable at its surface, it avoids the obvious. The world of accounts and balances can be murky. Not for the hidden agenda let's assume. Rather, it is a vocation set in the quiet spring water of deterministic certainty, aided and abided by accountants who practice Generally Accepted Accounting Principles (GAAP). These set a standard for others to follow, offering confidence in it result.

It is not a practice to conflate two opposing properties.

Now, see the man with stage fright?  It is rumored that he was the engineer behind the sudden and tragic derailing of Greek economy at its not so glorious height. You know how it is. starting slowly, the bankrupt policies of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, one  dear to my heart, begat the train wreck when the sleek modern form of derivation went head on against the old values of War is Peace.

In that federalist fervor, combined with the heady atmosphere of keeping up with the Kohl's creation by decree - an economic steam engine surrendering to that New Weapon smell! Everyone was doing i - the rationale being "if we arm it, an enemy will come".  It did, like a thief in the night; it's name, the Euro.

Confusion reigned. That one mercantile giant stood by its motto; one size fits all. This barely if at all, sustainable odds with the southern economies industries of leisure and tourism: BOGO: buy one get one  - free. 

Shades of the Northern War of Aggression! What is that you ask?  Why, the shot that began the decline of the United States of America before it took the throne of Empire from the continental bag of conflicting currencies and old grudges.

  

 

 

   Somewhere still, 

   turning into the dawn 

   a true course East

   on unsteady waves

   the black ships linger 

  for what the dao will tell