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After reading the letter I doubt anyone will be willing to speak to a financial advisor again. I'm not sure what comes after psychopathy, but Deeb certainly seems to be way out there in his lacking of empathy. The below is just an extract, the whole letter is even more disturbing. To think he's trying to pimp out his mother, but hen it sounds like she'd do it for him
http://www.smh.com.au/business/mark...chs-traders-twilight-zone-20140709-zt1fr.html
I write to report a tragedy: My notional superiors have failed to award me the $US13 million they promised to me. I told you of this promise over Christmas, as you will soon remember. My spectacular decision to short the subprime mortgage market, after manipulating that market so that my short could take place at artificially high prices, is the stuff of legend. In spite of what many refer to as "The Triumph of Deeb," they have elected to pay me the disgraceful sum of $US8.25 million, making vague promises to "make it up to me in the future."
I can hear you saying, "Deeb, what is the matter with you? I raised you to take what is yours plus some of what belongs to others and you are failing me," or "Deeb, when will you learn to guard your narrow interests in spite of any social consequences, as I have taught you?" Before you lambast me, and my character, I will tell you that I will not be taking this lying down. I will soon go to battle with Goldman Sachs. In this battle, I will require your assistance.
Next, we must accept the risks of this communication. I know enough about "ordinary folk" to know that they will never understand what it feels like to be me. They can have no idea how difficult it is for me to make bets with billions of dollars of other people's money, knowing that, if the bets work out, I will receive only tens of millions. They may even seek to ridicule my plight, if you can believe that. Do not worry: I will crush all detractors, in time.
http://www.smh.com.au/business/mark...chs-traders-twilight-zone-20140709-zt1fr.html
I write to report a tragedy: My notional superiors have failed to award me the $US13 million they promised to me. I told you of this promise over Christmas, as you will soon remember. My spectacular decision to short the subprime mortgage market, after manipulating that market so that my short could take place at artificially high prices, is the stuff of legend. In spite of what many refer to as "The Triumph of Deeb," they have elected to pay me the disgraceful sum of $US8.25 million, making vague promises to "make it up to me in the future."
I can hear you saying, "Deeb, what is the matter with you? I raised you to take what is yours plus some of what belongs to others and you are failing me," or "Deeb, when will you learn to guard your narrow interests in spite of any social consequences, as I have taught you?" Before you lambast me, and my character, I will tell you that I will not be taking this lying down. I will soon go to battle with Goldman Sachs. In this battle, I will require your assistance.
Next, we must accept the risks of this communication. I know enough about "ordinary folk" to know that they will never understand what it feels like to be me. They can have no idea how difficult it is for me to make bets with billions of dollars of other people's money, knowing that, if the bets work out, I will receive only tens of millions. They may even seek to ridicule my plight, if you can believe that. Do not worry: I will crush all detractors, in time.