This is Mostly Pretty Awesome

 

 

We are Wall Street.  We are smarter and more vicious than dinosaurs.

 

“We are Wall Street. It’s our job to make money. Whether it’s a commodity, stock, bond, or some hypothetical piece of fake paper, it doesn’t matter. We would trade baseball cards if it were profitable. I didn’t hear America complaining when the market was roaring to 14,000 and everyone’s 401k doubled every 3 years. Just like gambling, its not a problem until you lose. I’ve never heard of anyone going to Gamblers Anonymous because they won too much in Vegas.

Well now the market crapped out, & even though it has come back somewhat, the government and the average Joes are still looking for a scapegoat. God knows there has to be one for everything. Well, here we are.

Go ahead and continue to take us down, but you’re only going to hurt yourselves. What’s going to happen when we can’t find jobs on the Street anymore? Guess what: We’re going to take yours. We get up at 5am & work till 10pm or later. We’re used to not getting up to pee when we have a position. We don’t take an hour or more for a lunch break. We don’t demand a union. We don’t retire at 50 with a pension. We eat what we kill, and when the only thing left to eat is on your dinner plates, we’ll eat that.

For years teachers and other unionized labor have had us fooled. We were too busy working to notice. Do you really think that we are incapable of teaching 3rd graders and doing landscaping? We’re going to take your cushy jobs with tenure and 4 months off a year and whine just like you that we are so-o-o-o underpaid for building the youth of America. Say goodbye to your overtime and double time and a half. I’ll be hitting grounders to the high school baseball team for $5k extra a summer, thank you very much.

So now that we’re going to be making $85k a year without upside, Joe Mainstreet is going to have his revenge, right? Wrong! Guess what: we’re going to stop buying the new 80k car, we aren’t going to leave the 35 percent tip at our business dinners anymore. No more free rides on our backs. We’re going to landscape our own back yards, wash our cars with a garden hose in our driveways. Our money was your money. You spent it. When our money dries up, so does yours.

The difference is, you lived off of it, we rejoiced in it. The Obama administration and the Democratic National Committee might get their way and knock us off the top of the pyramid, but it’s really going to hurt like hell for them when our fat a**es land directly on the middle class of America and knock them to the bottom.

We aren’t dinosaurs. We are smarter and more vicious than that, and we are going to survive. The question is, now that Obama & his administration are making Joe Mainstreet our food supply…will he? and will they?”

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One Response to This is Mostly Pretty Awesome

  1. Locke n Load says:

    I don’t know WHAT you did to find that but thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.

    Let me tell ya something Van, that spoke to me. It spoke to me in a language I haven’t used in years; broker. Balls, pride, and brutal clarity.

    I’m almost ashamed reading it to realize how FAR I’ve fallen from those days of bleeding edge “be right or die” intensity. I was more than a cog in that machine, I WAS the machine. Even as I was building myself into a trader I worked in almost every facet of the commodity industry; front to back of the house, floor to office. I ran a desk that indirectly controlled 60% of a particular commodity and I drank in the intoxicating power that comes with knowing, and knowing the positions of, the largest players in a 3 way game. You couldn’t ask for a better battlefield to learn on and by the time I left I’d learned more than any college PhD program could ever offer. I was a fucking warrior. I traded numbers and markets that spanned the globe and had other traders looking at me funny. I could MOVE markets, sense them, and use them. I could explain every blasted detail to any client or observer. Mastery of that element fed a deep pride, but that pride was hard earned, well defended and, frankly, justifiable. I busted my ass to get where I was and DESPISED the weak jealous shmucks that didn’t even have the intellectual curiosity or honesty to try and understand what we did in those markets every day.

    That was my proper element. It fed me energy. Some got sapped by it but me, I fed on it. For that I’ve been called any number of things but liar, cheat, or thief do NOT apply and I won’t stand for it. I can understand why this letter was written. More specifically I understand where it was written from.

    Thanks for putting that up Van ,really. I feel 10 years younger,lol. That guy is writing from a position of rightous incredulity I sorely miss in my driving life sometimes.

    The difference is, you lived off of it, we rejoiced in it.
    absofrigginlutely love it

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