söndag 20 januari 2019

Which horse shall you play on?

So after having told that I had been this chairman of a bank with the personal responsibility of 50 000 000 € I got this question what I had learned from this experience of being inside at the heart of the financial industry.
I am afraid that I totally misunderstood the question.
I answered that to my knowledge the banks and the financial industry are a band of hungry wolves, howling at the cold and gloomy monetary moon, feeding their greed with our hopes and aspirations, that the true essence of the fairy tale the Wizard of Oz is that they like the great Mage are all fakes, that their postures of grandeur is a little more than a midgets play with veils and mirrors, to give the impression that we are small and powerless, put in eternal dept to their immense richnesses, while the truth being is that we are the Hearts of Gold while the heart of the financial market not being even a Heart of Darkness in the sense of Joseph Conrads cruel vision, but an abyss of emptiness, falling eternally downwords just to meet and reflect the bottom of our own hopes and desperations.*
Well that was not how the question was supposed to be interpreted. The real question was - what should I do to partake in all this gathered richnesses, no matter what lies behind their true essence.
Or more shortly - which horse am I going to bet on in the coming sunday race.
Well... for the first I must say that if I knew that I would not give away the tip easily, because I would play on that horse myself, so giving you that advice would just lower the odds to my own disadvantage. More likely, I would give you a false tip to lead you astray, so for gods sake , do not take for granted what other people are telling you - do your own homework, because it is in knowing the market and furthermost having the right connections the real strenght lies, because the daily shape of the horses changes rapidly. And be prepared that this knowledge will cost you, since noone is giving away their profitable truths about the financial market easily.
The only thing I can say is that at the end of the day, the greatest winner of them all will be the owners of the hippodromo, because the game is rigged towards their benefit. The sum of the losses is always greater than the sum of the gains, and the difference is landing with great precision right in the pockets of the owners of the game, for all sake, find out where they live, steal their cars and furniture, extort them on the code numbers to their swiss bank accounts or marry their useless sons or daughters in the hope of getting your fair share of their richnesses, I do not care, since my primary ambition is to keep my head clear , my hands washed clean like Pilates and my heart in a somewhat good shape to solve the real napoletan mystery.
How to keep the hope alive over another nightfall.