Monday, September 20, 2010

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being Filthy Rich

Hi America.  Meet your class war betters from the NY Times magazine.

It is difficult to sympathize with these people, their comments laced with snobbery and petulance. But you can understand their shock: Their world has been turned on its head. After years of enjoying favorable tax rates, they are facing an administration that wants to redistribute their wealth. Their industry is being reordered—no one knows what Wall Street will look like in a few years. They are anxious, and their anxiety is making them mad.

Their anger takes many forms: There is rage at Obama for pushing to raise taxes (“The government wants me to be a slave!” says one hedge-fund analyst); rage at the masses who don’t understand that Wall Street’s high salaries fund New York’s budget (“We’re fucked,” says a former Lehman equities analyst, referring to the city); rage at the people who don’t “get” that Wall Street enables much of the rest of the economy to function (“JPMorgan and all these guys should go on strike—see what happens to the country without Wall Street,” says another hedge-funder).

A few weeks ago, I had drinks with a friend who used to work at Lehman Brothers. She had come to Wall Street in the mid-eighties, when the junk-bond boom spawned a new class of globe-trotting financiers. Over two decades, she had done stints at all the major banks—Chase, Goldman, Lehman—and had a thriving career directing giant streams of capital around the world and extracting a substantial percentage for herself. To her mind, extreme compensation is a fair trade for the compromises of such a career. “People just don’t get it,” she says. “I’m attached to my BlackBerry. I was at my doctor the other day, and my doctor said to me, ‘You know, I like that when I leave the office, I leave.’ I get calls at two in the morning, when the market moves. That costs money. If they keep compensation capped, I don’t know how the deals get done. They’re taking Wall Street and throwing it in the East River.”

Now, a lot of people in New York have BlackBerrys, and few of them expect to be paid $2 million to check their e-mail in the middle of the night. But embedded in her comment is the belief shared on Wall Street but which few have dared to articulate until now: Those who select careers in finance play an exceptional role in our society. They distribute capital to where it’s most effective, and by some Ayn Rand–ian logic, the virtue of efficient markets distributing capital to where it is most needed justifies extreme salaries—these are the wages of the meritocracy. They see themselves as the fighter pilots of capitalism.

The rest of us, you see, exist to serve them.  They get the big money because they deserve it, even though all they do is push digits from point A to point B.  But money is a great way to get both the Village media ad politicians to listen to you.

People talk about how Americans have a "sense of entitlement" when they need to be thinking about sacrifice instead.  I can't think of anybody -- politicians included, because they get fired -- who has a greater sense of entitlement than Wall Street's Big Casino players.  these are folks who honestly believe they should be getting every dime of their seven figure salaries and bonuses and don't understand why they should pay a dime more in taxes.

And yet, this article is filled with Galtian threats:  if you tax us more, then you little people will not benefit from our generosity.  You on the margins will suffer, not us, and then maybe you will learn your lessons about who runs this country.  You'd better keep our taxes low.  Our consumption is the only thing between you and oblivion.  Know your role, and shut your mouth.

It's infuriating.  We bailed these guys out to the tune of trillions, remember?

One guy understands, anyway.

It should come as no surprise that being a banker—indeed, simply being rich—is going to be a lot less fun under an Obama administration. In winter 2007, as the Democratic-primary contest got under way, Obama showed up at a Goldman Sachs client meeting to explain his economic agenda to a conference room full of potential campaign contributors. When he opened up the session to questions from the audience, one attendee lobbed the question that was surely on the mind of everyone in the room. “Are you going to raise my taxes?”

Obama looked out across the millionaires sitting around him. “Yes,” he answered, without a flicker of hesitation, according to a person familiar with the meeting.

And so the battle rages on.  Meanwhile, we should just keep throwing trillions at the banks while the rest of us should just "suck it and cope".

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