Letter the speculator unknown
Well, should not cloud the issue: the black flag flies over the pot. Global stock markets are the trunk, the dollar is in full bechamel, Greeks and the Irish have been extremely puncture of the IMF, growth decreases, the boxes are downsizing, job recruiting and Paula Arab on the corner does more credit .
The cowardly assassination of our nest egg is set. But what is the dirty culprit, the awful murderer lurking in the shadows, ready to strangle us, we siphon to the bank account?
to believe the newspapers and the so-called social networks, where thousands of Nobel economics pontificate in a very entertaining ego, the culprit has a name: the speculator. And faces: Madoff, and other Machiavellian kerviel of high finance.
Question mentality, Madoff was a real lame, Acc. Jerôme Kerviel and was suffering from delusions of grandeur hardly compatible with the peaceful life of our society in general. But as the general of an army of occupation, their faces concealed those millions of soldiers from the shadows. And who are these unknown soldiers of the speculation? You, yes you, dear friends. Often unknowingly, moreover, irresponsible but not guilty! And why? Quite simply by placing your meager wages and your little savings in interest-bearing accounts and other mutual funds that are safe to give a good god no sin of usury and no religion.
So obviously, you have nothing to do with large predators like Madoff. Certainly, unless you are millions of small streams "small wins", and that ultimately, the river swells dangerously speculative, out of bed and eats all grown small squirrels away like common tassels.
And to illustrate my brilliant way, I want to exhume the relentless demonstration here of Marcel and Botafoin Volfoni the remarkable Professor, Graduate University of Montlucon and Chantal Nobel prize in economics.
The action takes place at the bar that holds Ginette St-Jean de Boiseau near the garage Rochard regretted. To increase its sales in economic doldrums, she decides to extend credit to its loyal customers, almost all long-term unemployed.
Because she sells on credit, Ms. Ginette see its progress and attendance, in addition, may slightly increase the cost base of the girl Muscadet and red balloon.
The young and dynamic "kerviel" from the local bank looking for growth opportunities. He turns to the mainstays of bistro, arguing that the "slate" of troquet are, after all, the assets recoverable, and begins to give credit to Ms. Ginette, with steep debts of good guys from Saint John of Boiseau as collateral.
At the headquarters of the bank, traders turn these assets recoverable CDO, CMO, SICAV, UAS, UFO, SOS and other financial acronyms that no one is able to understand. These financial instruments are then used as leverage to market and drive shareholder, the Stock Exchange on Wall Street, the City of London and Frankfurt stock exchanges of Paris, etc.., Short for derivatives transactions which are guaranteed totally unknown all (ie, slates of drunks Ginette).
These "derivatives" are then traded for years as if they were very solid and serious securities in financial markets worldwide. Until someone realizes that the good guys troquet of St. John of Boiseau not a round to pay their debts. The refreshment of Mrs. Ginette went bankrupt and the slump is quickly contagious.
Well, you say, with bad faith that characterizes you, everyone is a customer of Ginette and lady does not drink a drop too much after yet another letter from Ms. Paule job informing you of your rights continue to point with goofs off. Nevertheless, you was just as guilty as the pillars of troquet with your mutual funds (six wine?) Revolvers and other credits, history of buying the latest plasma screen instead of going to give blood, band of selfish !
So what?
But just convince skulls the Bercy egg leaving the euro and to adopt an ancient coin, the farthing.
Professor Volfoni alerted the government of an imminent bankruptcy if it stays in Euroland. "These are no longer lean that I see coming is a flight of black crows! The Germans overworked, they can not cope, he said the sad lords of Bercy. And yet, I will only speak about the bankruptcy of the country. In our beautiful provinces, not better. Each local baron marched printing money. Compared to the state of their finances, the bottomless pit is Byzantium, an investment of a good father. "
The hardest part will paradoxically to choose the name of the future currency of France. No return to the franc, it would be a little looser side vintage kind René Coty makes its umpteenth devaluation.
"No, claims Professor Volfoni. We need to openly side with us Greeks, those who prefer to eat olives taking a drink instead of beer burp her before Derrick! . And our brilliant economist suggest the penny. Beyond the joke side of the name, especially for those who have in hand, he must know that the penny is not only the medieval currency "of little value, but it was also the currency of ancient Greece. We will thus pay tribute to the Greek management, far more entertaining than the Teutonic thoroughness or madness speculative Anglo-Saxon.
decided that it will be worth Obole a frank and six cents, or 0.156 euros.
A ticket will be issued. This will cut farthing ...
seeing you!
Me FOLAC
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