
Dee Snider, not a sad guy on a trading floor
The Commerce Department reports that the U.S. economy shrank at a 0.5% annual pace between July and September, which is what they estimated. The bad news, per the AP:
The economy was shrinking in the summer and corporate profits were falling even before the financial crisis struck with full force. Analysts are forecasting that those small declines will be followed by much larger decreases this quarter as the longest recession in a quarter century gains intensity...The good news? Economists think this quarter could be the "low point" of the recession. Somewhat related: This past weekend seemed to have the lowest pre-Christmas shopping turnout in six years, partly due to the economy and partly due to the bad weather in certain regions....Analysts believe that G.D.P., the economy’s total output of goods and services, is falling at an even sharper pace in the current quarter, reflecting the fallout from the worst financial crisis to hit the country since the Depression.
Some believe the G.D.P. plunge could be as large as 6 percent in the current quarter, which would make it the largest decline since a 6.4 percent drop in the first quarter of 1982.
And, yesterday, Dee Snider rang the opening bell of the New York Stock Exchange, promoting awareness for his charity, Bikes for Babies. The motorcycling community partners with the March of Dimes to raise money to prevent premature birth and birth defects.




Twister Sister would make less of a reckless job than those bankers!
didn't "economists" also not really see this coming?
It's actually Crack Stuntman ringing the bell to promote Pistols for Pandas.
...and still no dial tone.
True story:
My friend Kevin was spending a day with his visiting uncle downtown a in 2004. They found themselves at the South Street Seaport, walking along the dock near the Ambrose when—seemingly out of nowhere—none other than Dee Snider and a few of his buddies appeared out of one of the restaurants.
“Holy Shit! That’s Dee Snider!” Kevin said, going up to the rock God.
“Hey Dee. You gotta teach Kevin what rock is,” Kevins’ uncle said.
“Why? What do you listen to, man?” Dee said.
“This fuckin kid? I don’t know. He likes Hootie and the Blowfish and that shit.”
“Aw man, shit. We really do need to teach you how to rock!!!”
And what inflation number did they use?
Dee! What a set of pipes.