As a punishment from the gods for his trickery, Sisyphus was made to roll a huge rock up a steep hill, but before he could reach the top of the hill, the rock would always roll back down again, forcing him to begin again.^[2] The maddening nature of the punishment was reserved for Sisyphus due to his hubristic belief that his cleverness surpassed that of Zeus. Sisyphus took the bold step of reporting one of Zeus’ sexual conquests, telling the river god Asopus of the whereabouts of his daughter Aegina. Zeus had taken her away, but regardless of the impropriety of Zeus’ frequent conquests, Sisyphus overstepped his bounds by considering himself a peer of the gods who could rightfully report their indiscretions.^[3] As a result, Zeus displayed his own cleverness by binding Sisyphus to an eternity of frustration.

“We have more to fear from the bungling of the incompetent than from the machinations of the wicked.”

“Some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

I started thinking about a memorable quote that one of my professors uttered to me.  He told me (us, the class) that all of his years of experience and financial savvy did not help him to identify that he himself was in a bubble market (2005 which was the peak of the housing boom).  He says that he only realized that the real estate market had peaked when even the most lowly [sic] of people, even those who are uneducated and those who normally would lose their pants in complicated financial investments were making unheard of amounts of money.
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Who’s Fault is it that the economy is the way it is today?

It’s Eddie Barzoon’s fault:

Eddie Barzoon, I nursed him through 2 divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist! God’s Creature right? God’s special creature? .. and I warned him , I warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a game, like a wind up toy, like 250 pounds of self serving GREED on wheels. The next 1000 years is right around the corner, and Eddie Barzoon, take a good look, because he’s the poster child for the next millennium.

You, sharpen the human appetite to where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams, with these dollar green gold plated fantasy’s, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God! Where do we go from there?

And as we are scrambling from one deal to the next, who’s got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the Bee’s honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity, and it just keeps coming, faster and faster, there is no chance to think, to prepare, its buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future!!!

We got a run away train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future, every one of them getting ready to rape Gods ex-planet, lick their fingers clean, as they reach out to their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours.

And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way Eddie, it’s a little late in the game to buy out now! Your Bellys too full, your body is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you’re screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There’s no one there!

Your all alone Eddie, your Gods special little creature. Maybe its true, maybe God threw the dice once too often, maybe he let us all down.