Why is it I feel like the death of Michael Jackson is similar to the painful mourning of financial services as we know it?

Everything at this moment in time seems very 80’s.

I loved the red braces, matching porsche 911’s and the filofax – it was just so wonderfully naff, but people did loadsa BIZ!

Now I am not saying we should all go back to the crude 80’s, but what we shouldn’t do is feel guilty about wanting to be walking along a beach, seeing the sun rise and thinking “the world is my oyster” and working hard to achieve everything we have ever dreamed of.

This country needs to promote success, appropriate risk taking and entrepreneurship. A large number of financial entrepreneurs are sat in dark rooms somewhere feeling guilty, as though they have personally brought the world to their knees, yes megga mistakes have been made, but whats happened has happened and its time to move on. We need to be BOLD to get out of this mess, learn from our mistakes and improve, not wallow in self pitty!

Before we all burst into song about the recession and how we are going to ”beat it” we need to get some clarity about product availability, and what the hell the future holds for consumer choice. What I would like to see is all the industry big hitters, big winners and big losers, coming together to create a “We are the world” type of financial guru love in, and everyone must wear red braces !

Some great Wall Street/Gordon Gekko Quotes;

“I’m tapped out Marv. American Express’ got a hit man lookin’ for me”

“Stop going for the easy buck and start producing something with your life. Create, instead of living off the buying and selling of others”

“The richest one percent of this country owns half our country’s wealth, five trillion dollars. One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulating to widows and idiot sons and what I do, stock and real estate speculation. It’s bullshit. You got ninety percent of the American public out there with little or no net worth. I create nothing. I own. We make the rules, pal. The news, war, peace, famine, upheaval, the price per paper clip. We pick that rabbit out of the hat while everybody sits out there wondering how the hell we did it. Now you’re not naive enough to think we’re living in a democracy, are you buddy? It’s the free market. And you’re a part of it. You’ve got that killer instinct. Stick around pal, I’ve still got a lot to teach you”

 ”You’re walking around blind without a cane, pal. A fool and his money are lucky enough to get together in the first place”

For all advisers out there 

“Man looks in the abyss, there’s nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss”

Your quietly optimistic Trumpo.

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