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Platinum Member
Username: Lklives

Post Number: 16300
Registered: Jan-06
Bank of America, can I help you?



Customer: Yes, I want to cancel my account. I don't want to do business with you any longer.

The Bank: Why?

Customer: You're giving credit to illegal immigrants and I don't think it's right. I'm taking my business elsewhere.

The Bank: Well, Mr. Customer, we don't want to see you do that, but we can't stop you. I'll help you close the account. What is your account number?

Customer: (gives account number)

The Bank: For security purposes and for your protection, can you please give me the last four digits of your social security number?

Customer: No?

The Bank: Mr. Customer, I need to verify your information, but in order to help you, I'll need verification of who you are..

Customer: Why should I give you my social security number? The reason I'm closing my account is that your bank is issuing credit cards to illegal immigrants who don't have social security numbers. You are targeting that audience and want their business. Let's say I'm an illegal immigrant and you've given me a credit card. I have a question about it and call for assistance. You wouldn't be asking me for a Social Security number, would you?

The Bank: No sir, I wouldn't.

Customer: Why not?

The Bank: Because you would have pressed '2' to speak in Spanish. We don't ask for that information when calling in on the Spanish line.

If it does raise the hair on the back of your neck, then forward it to every human in the country including every representative in Washington, DC four times a week for a month.



Provided "snopes" for doubters:


http://www.snopes.com/politics/immigration/bankofamerica.asp
 

Platinum Member
Username: Lklives

Post Number: 16301
Registered: Jan-06
Provided "snopes" for doubters...

www.snopes.com/politics/immigration/bankofamerica.asp
 

Platinum Member
Username: Lklives

Post Number: 16302
Registered: Jan-06
Sorry...cut and paste the link...it doesn't work here with this new fantastic "upgrade" by Ecoustics...being sracastic...the upgrade is a joke...but the story is true and the snopes link should work here, but doesn't ..
 

Platinum Member
Username: Basshead86

Steady as she goes

Post Number: 11115
Registered: Aug-05
Wow. Lol
 

Silver Member
Username: Skdooley

Roanoke, VA Usa

Post Number: 503
Registered: Oct-09
Why would it matter who they gave credit to? Its their money, I suppose they can lead it to whomever they want.If they lose or make money on the deal, that's on them. I don't see how it would effect me personally. If anything its putting money into the economy. Maybe I'm just not understanding.
 

Gold Member
Username: Van_man

Boston South, MA

Post Number: 5260
Registered: Mar-06
it will effect you by higher interest rates and bank fees when they bail out of the country with the banks money.
 

Diamond Member
Username: Wingmanalive

Www.stainles... .ecrater.com

Post Number: 22626
Registered: Jun-06
Yes, the banks will fail forcing yet another government funded bailout paid for by good old tax payers. As long as the banks know the US has their backs they truly wouldn't care would they?

The recession does have it's up sides. The swarm of illegals has dropped due to the job market. When even they can't find work you know things are in the toilet. Mexico has exploded recently with even more sub standard living conditions due to the lack of their normal mass exodus into our country. When the economy heals and things start to balance out again they will come back with a vengeance, sinking our ship once again. 2014 is when the new health care plan goes into full effect? Not sure if we have that much time. Obama is doing his work quite swiftly.


Copied this story from someone here. Can't remember who though.


"The Dinner Roll ..

Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.

I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.... See More

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.

We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..

"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't want to seem unkind..

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me.

I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.

Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.

I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.

There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth around..."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme Brule.

He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

WAKE UP AMERICA !!! "
 

Gold Member
Username: Pitbullguy

The Chicago area

Post Number: 4404
Registered: Oct-06

quote:

Once upon a time




At least they had the sense to start the fairytale appropriately.
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