While the CEO’s of America’s jambox makers attempt to abseil out of receivourship, I am assisting Mr. Bilderberg, in this bloody city Detroit, to secure their workable assets.

Bog standard, looking over the current account balances, I can tell you The General Motors Company have indeed fooked themselves with over 2 billion euros in viagra expenses, while the balance sheet had been getting gobbled up from poxy standards at the machinery plantations.

Just today, I overheard Mr. Bilderberg discussing this matter with Mr. Ford, and I quote: “You, Sir are a disgrace to your lineage. Do the wourthy thing and lessen your time on Earth”.

From this I deduce Mr. Bilderberg is hungry for a bologna sandwich and tea. As a point in the matter, he is quite murderous when deprived from proper nourishment. We have, as something that may seem to be unbelievable, 24 char-wallah’s under our supervision, so that we may receive adequate substances of Earl Grey.

Punch-up you bloody cowards and listen to me very quietly, sell short all available shares of Cummins Inc. [[CMI]] as if your largest industrial manufacturer was about to get The Rozzers.

Good Day

Rag