Friday, December 25, 2009

AIG

Here is Barry Ritholtz talking about the wonderful financial model that fuels those billion dollar bonuses at Goldman Sachs: you get paid to start a fire, and you get paid to put put the fire. The Wall Street Banker as arsonist/fireman taking home the bacon for a hard day's work...

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I actually got a bonus check this year.... Well, its more like a tip but not calculated on a percentage of profit. I kind of feel bad that my employer felt obligated to write bonus checks, but I am glad to have a little extra cash (more bonus check than ever, but still under $1000). I am very thankful for this, but I still feel that much more than can be realized has been taken from the American people even if these people didn't get any bonuses. WE have been taken for a ride with no windows and no refreshments but with a price and no way off. The ultimate con has been played on us and we didn't have a chance.

RYviewpoint said...

Thomas: you "bonus" and the Wall Street "bonus" only share the same spelling. They have completely different meanings. Even the "average" Wall Street employee takes home a bonus of around $100,000. Anybody in management takes home millions. Anybody in the top 5% are taking home tens of millions. And the top dogs can take home billion dollar "bonuses". What they got and what you got are about as related as elephants and radishes.

I'm pissed at Wall Street, Bush, and Obama because I got clobbered. I retired in early 2007 and was an innocent fool who didn't expect this catastrophe. I stupidly believed the "Stocks for the Long Run" blather in Jeremy Siegel's book. I had been hosed in the 2000-2003 recession and figured that was it for my lifetime and I could relax and enjoy retirement because that kind of catastrophe couldn't happen twice. Nope. It didn't. Something worse happened!

I got 40% of my savings wiped out in that crash thanks to the "smart money" on Wall Street playing with "risk" and setting the whole system up with bets on top of bets.

The only thing saving me from living out the rest of my life eating cat food is an inheritance from my parents who died late last year and from selling my house in a big urban area and buying a comparable house way, way out in the boonies where I bought something for less than 1/3 what I sold my previous house for.

But again I'm faced with how to manage my retirement since I have no company pension and my government pension is just over $500/month. I haven't put my savings into housing since I think that is in a bubble in Canada, so I've been forced to put most of my savings back into financial investments (some term deposits in a credit union, some in bonds, and some in stock). I pray every night that the slicksters of Wall Street don't fleece me yet again before I die. I can't afford another 40% haircut.

What's saving me is that I have always lived very cheaply. I managed to save about a third of my salary every year for over 35 years of working. So my nestegg was more than adequate until Wall Street crashed the economy and sheared me like a sheep.

This isn't the "golden years" I expected. I will survive, but I will be bitter for the rest of my days.