The more The Lion looks at Wall Street, at the big financial firms, the more he has to wonder if the old Mafia hasn’t made a comeback.
After all, what do these giants of speculation and deceit actually do? They don’t manufacture anything. They don’t make anything. They don’t build anything.
They shuffle money and paper around and they skim a percentage. They get the vig. No matter what happens, they collect. And they collect big. Billions in vigorish. Into their pockets.
They’re bookies, plain and simple.
The people in power in Washington ought to start treating them like bookies. You know, like criminals. Of course that would mean the end of the stream of dollars pouring into the politicians’ pockets.
Who’s more corrupt, the bookies on Wall Street or the politicians who take their money and look the other way, who pretend that nobody’s getting hurt, that it’s not personal, it’s just business?
