Raiders Of The Lost Bank

Depositors waiting to get their money from IndyMac


Cue the John Williams music: dah da da da duh da da....

So many panicked people, so little cash. In the adventures of IndyMac Jones, the real search is happening in darkened vaults and safe deposit boxes. Of course, if you have less than $100,000 in their bank, you're okay, but any amount over that and you could only get fifty cents on the dollar. That's one of the worst rates of return I've ever seen. Who's the FDICkhead who made that rule?

I thought insured meant insured. Ah well, another lesson learned. To all the folks making a run on IndyMac, go home. You are not helping things. Your money is, for the most part, okay, and you're kinda freaking the rest of us out.

Also, you confused souls who lined up outside Bernie Mac's house need to leave too. He doesn't have your money, and I don't think he's federally insured anyway. Sheesh! You people. Lose some bucks and you just go crazy. If it makes you feel better, you folks who spent the weekend at Bernie's aren't half as screwed up as the crowd that descended on McDonald's demanding their money.



Repeat after me: IndyMac...Indy!


Coming soon, IndyMac Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Numbskulls


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