Fanboy is such an ugly word, with a plethora of negative connotations. And yet, I am unsure how else to describe the transcendental joy I feel at reading the purple prose of the Blogosphere's favorite Investment Banker.
I don't know how I missed his posting from March 26th until now, but consider this link a sort of attonement.
The investment bankers and traders at Bear have been royally rogered, as well. No-one feels sorry for them, of course, especially the Lord of the Flies crowd clogging the comment pages of the New York Times DealBook and the WSJ Deal Journal. Although I suspect each and every one of those pseudo-socialists cackling merrily at the evaporation of billions of dollars of wealth from the personal balance sheets of BSC bankers would themselves be far more willing to chop their little peckers off with a rusty knife than suffer a similar percentage hit to their own financial position. Risk-averse pussies.
The only downside to his epistle was that it made me snort a pleasant but otherwise indifferent Semillon Chardonay all over my nice Dell laptop. TED, if you could drop me an email, we can make arrangements for you to ship me a replacement.
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