Recall, if you will, that my most fabulous brother is the owner of the
house I am currently entrenched in.
He, along with my sister, purchased the house several years ago at the peak
of the housing bubble. Since that time he has made every effort to work with the
Bastards at the Bank to find a reasonable solution to the unreasonable
condition the Bank Bastards created by being Bastards.
So, after many years of diligent and difficult payment of the ridiculous
first and second mortgage, he simply announced he would no longer pay said
mortgage.
The Bank Bastards, noticing the non-payment of the mortgage after
approximately six months, behaved much like the Congress during a televised Congressional
hearing.
(Very similar to a high school production of Shakespeare. “No, sir! I am the MORE outraged by your very
presence in this holy and hallowed place of justice!)
However, payment would not be forthcoming and therefore the conclusion was, Bank Bastards holding the initial mortgage would short sell the house while Bank Bastards holding the second mortgage would foreclose and auction the house.
(Evidently, not only are they bastards to the loan holder they are also
bastards to each other. And once again, rationality was not to be had.)
Within this precarious situation, a buyer was found and the drawn out process
of agreeing to a purchasing price, loan approval and the general Bastard
requirements of Banking enrichment was initiated.
And therefore, we join the current story in progress.
The initial buyer has fallen through. Another buyer has been lined up and
the “Dance of the House Under Contract,” Act II, will commence momentarily.
(Lobby lights flickering, please take your seats.)
At the same time, my Conventional Mortgage Loan, more commonly known as “Will
the Greedy Banking Bastards Get Enough Money?”, directed by my fabulous
mortgage broker, is in Act XXXI, and as it is an Ad Lib production, it may or
may not conclude in the next few days.
However, the story-changing, plot twist is the Bastards at the Bank of Foreclosure
have pushed the date of auction to mid-June.
So, what does all of this mean? The sub-plots, the witty dialogue, the inevitability
of the Bank Bastards continuing to make obscene profits as they destroy the
American population?
I wish there was a more noble, life affirming moral. I wish the Bank
Bastards were slayed by a Community Bank uprising and effective banking
oversight. I wish there was a political revolution demanding transparency in
action leading to a system that, on occasion, functioned for the benefit of the
people.
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Is there at least an outcome of personal growth and betterment? Unless, utilizing a reprieve from immediate eviction
to further procrastinate making a written inventory of packing boxes, then no.
There is not even a minor morally uplifting point to be had in this Tale of the
Banking Bastards.
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