Mother of All Black Holes

(Editor's Note: Mr Mundy is so far in the money that it has gone to his head and he has taken to referring to himself in the Third Person, and may buy himself a cult or two. We hope this is only a temporary aberration.) Cash wants to set the record straight on one thing: if the financials were on a rafting trip (you know, one of those team-building corporate field-trips), it would be in Class V (Eastern Scale) water at floodstage. Y'all might have seen Deliverance? Ol' Cash happens to have run the Chattooga a time or two, and in this case, last night the Guide fell out of the raft at Entrance to the Five Falls, today the raft went into Corkscrew and flipped, and now everyone is in the water swimming towards such famous drownin' machines as Crack In The Rock and Sock'em Dog. Hank, Ben and Tim are on river left with throw-bags, except that in their excitement they forgot you're supposed to hold onto the rope and throw the bag, and they are just hurling everything including their PFDs and Tevas into the river, possibly in a not entirely senseless attempt to partially slake the gluttonous lust of Earl the River God and his Dread Double-Recirculators so that maybe at least one of the swimmers makes it. Just so you know. But the 7-dimensional chimera who's 3+1-space world-line signature is referred to as "Cash" feels that y'all should know that what has actually happened is that when LEH imploded, so much liquidity concentrating in one place and then disappearing could only indicate one thing... Yes, you guessed it: those whackjobs protesting the LHC had the right idea, but they were lysdexic; it was actually LEH that would start the Mother of All Black Holes. Already you can barely see AIG and WM, they are so close to the event-horizon, and while BAC heroically tried to pull MER out, it just pulled itself further into the accretion disc, where it is spinning along with GS, MS and the rest. Remember Cash's pardner H. Ross Perot and his Giant Suckin' Sound? Now there's a light-show to go with it, mostly in the X-ray spectrum. The long and short of it is, we're all Doomed; in fact, in the long run, we're all Dead. But in the meantime, Cash is taking care of some business and would like to buy a suitable cult, ideology unimportant, serious inquiries only. He stashed some money in an International Bond Fund today, and also has a good supply of shiny glass beads in reserve.