If He Only Had a Brain -- How Little Ben Can't Keep the Flying Monkey Congress from Their Monkey Plan!

When we last left Little Ben Bernanke he was frantically pulling the leavers behind the curtain in a make believe land that some call Oz --but many call the US.

You can read part one, If He Only Had a Heart...Little Ben Can't Keep the Blood from Flowing in the Streets.

Here the scaredie Federal Reserve Chief was busy trying to keep the Big Bad Bear Stearnes investment bank from breaking the piggy bank in Oz land. He was rescued by JP Morgan, a company whose founder (yes, JP Morgan), has a history of rescuing Oz. He -- personally-- did it during the Panic of 1907.

But this was way back in March of 2008, boys and girls. Seems like a life time ago.

Who would have thought that between then and now all the little Mortgage Munchkins would come back to the Land of Oz and bite at Little Ben?

Well, anybody who can catch a whiff of what was happening around the world. This was no surprise for Toto. He poops, then smells all the other poop.

Oh, to be back in Kansas.

I was in Kansas not long ago, and let me tell you, the folks there are wising up to the idea that Little Ben might not have all the leavers he needs. At Oklahoma Joe's in KC, you can get some really great pulled pork, and you can listen to an earful from those sitting around in the back of this no nonsense gas station - quickie mart - BBQ joint. Most patrons think it is their pork that's being pulled.

Even though Little Ben has gotten some crafty advice and tons of Oz play money from Big Hank Paulson, something just doesn't seem quite right.

Silly us, we thought falling house prices killed only the Wicked Witch of the East. How were we to know that there could be more witchy thing after another witchy thing to keep us from getting to Oz?

All of us had our green Ray- Bans on, no? We could see the color of money? It sat piled neatly in the equity in our houses, no matter where they were blown to.

The Yellow Brick Road has been paved with quicksand, it seems. No silver shoes are going to keep you afloat for ever.

We have journeyed far. We have been through the land of the Winkies --er, twinkies: AIG, Lehmen Brothers and WaMu.

The 535 Flying Monkeys we elected to help run OZ have been chattering overtime and have settled on a plan. A real plan. A real monkey plan.

Of course, it means the same number of bananas for them.

Well, the balloon had to go up, and it must come down.

The Flying Monkeys will soon be retreating to a new land of DC, a bloated bonfire on a hill, which will run everything, it seems.

The new heart, the brain and the courage comes at a cost -- to our kids, grand kids and all the great-greats.

The guy piloting the balloon, GWB, he says that it's a plan that will stave off a panic: Mission Accomplished. He said that right as he pushed Little Ben out of the tub of hot air.

It used to be that we had the power to go home anytime we wanted. But now the Flying Monkeys and their Winkie-Twinkie friends have taken a lot of it.

I'm not in Kansas now, but will be in a few weeks. I'm going back to Oklahoma Joe's. If I'm going to have pulled pork, it's at least going to taste good and cooked and served by pros.

Somebody ought to think about ripping away the curtain and seeing how much Twinkie money the Flying Monkeys collected in their careers.