Pseudo-Legendary Blog, Football Is Fixed, are enjoying a Post-Structural Proprietary Isolationism.
But what am I saying?
Are Football Is Fixed subscribers/readers to be held in the suspended animation of a selfish sabbatical?
'Tis so...
There will be some blog posts in this period but, due to the fact that Democracy is Terror, these will be restricted to addressing the psychopathic nightmare that is the Late Capitalism Casino.
Usmanov entering Football is simply not as critical as Uranium entering Fallujah.
What am I saying?
Is This Really Death Cab For Cutie?
Are we so obsessed with making a few swift bucks from our sabermetric nirvana and our trading oases that we treat the lumpenproletariat as peripheral fodder?
'Tis so...
Dietrological clients will still receive occasional advices.
So that's alright then.
But.
'Tis not in our interests for these pre-match and ante-post positions to be generally shared as such exposure would impact on our early season market advantage.
But.
We slither down from the dung-mound of the moral high ground and reposition ourselves as a mark for scorn to point its finger at.
The Football Is Fixed blog was to have completed its HyperReal Cycle as a source of football information and holistics with the progression from the original post three and a half years ago, "Manipulated Markets", and concluded with the fake optimism of "Feeling Glad All Over...".
And then it appears that the Real owner of the Mighty 'Pool is not cuddly Latvian Banking Oligarch Valeri Belokon, but mass-murdering Maxim Bakiyev, the son of the autocratic monstrosity that was Kurmanbek Bakiyev, the former president of Kyrgyzstan.
A tape recording exists of Maxim masterminding mass murder and the Kyrgyz wanted our man extradited from Latvia (where he hid) to stand charges.
With Interpol also after him, Maxim did what all international state terrorists do when in a spot of bother, they fly to Farnborough and seek asylum in the Anglian Asylum.
The links between Belokon, his Tangerine Suit, Blackpool FC and Bakiyev appear to be solid in the Soviet Constellation of States - Pravda, Russia Today and the state paper of Kyrgyzstan.
And in the words of Edil Baisalov, the former chief of staff for the interim Kyrgyz government: "It is important that the English courts realise that he is an international terrorist of the highest order. He has the resources and means to destroy the state of Kyrgyzstan. He is very dangerous and he has stolen millions of dollars from the people of Kyrgyzstan."
Just what is required on the Fylde Coast then...
The Oystons may wish to avert their gazes but the Busy Bees have only just paid up the bonuses promised to the players after the Play Off Final victory over Cardiff City.
Proper piss-taking of the proles.
And then there is Wonga.
The shirt sponsors for the new season are Wonga - a company who charge cripplingly high interest rates for short term loans to the impoverished.
Psycho-Shysters...
When Karl Oyston accepted the cheque from Wonga, where did he think that that money was sourced?
Meanwhile Wonga's PR machine gushes: "Everyone here is bouncing around with excitement and looking forward to the new footie season with even more excitement than usual."
Wonga's annual percentage rate on loans is 2,689%.
This is a protection racket.
And don't even get me started on the whereabouts of the first tranches of the £95 million resulting from the Rave at the Food Mall.
Five players released, all four key loan players have returned to their parent clubs, Southern and Clarke with medium/long term injuries, rumours of the arrival of one player (Dekel Keinan) are still to be confirmed; probably also getting free agent Marlon Harewood and Angel Rangel.
So just eight players weaker than last season and with none of the new 'signings' having yet played for the Seasiders with the start of the season just six days away.
But Karl Oyston has bought himself a spanking new Aston Martin.
Never trust a money man who resembles Harry Potter.
That's what I say...
But what am I saying?
Is there no validity to Feeling Glad All Over?
Only at the bottom of the hierarchy.
So, there we go then...
It wasn't a Tangerine Dream after all...
...it was a Mass Murdering Mafiosi Nightmare all along.
Two of our trading team were to have offered Belokon and K. Oyston an entirely free High Level Consultancy Document on how to avoid the pitfalls of the murky meanderings of ScudamoreWorld.
We were even to have offered not to work with any other EPL teams for the period that the Mighty Pool reside in the Premier League.
We were to have offered support, analyses and advices on enhanced sabermetrics and the gaming of the transfer market.
We were to have offered a match-by-match assessment of the market impacts, the rogue operators and a real-time evaluation of the control of media (dis)information to optimise the positivities of these dynamics.
All for free.
But what are we saying?
That some things (most things?) are more important than wonga?
And, finally...
If you have any interest in giving us oodles of your rapidly devaluing money so that we can sell you our ante-post and pre-match information so that you might make more money that will, in turn, rapidly devalue, particularly as the trades are effectively nine month options positions, then tough.
This season we are virtually totally isolationist.
That's what we are saying.
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