Saturday, March 14, 2009

First They Came For The Hedge Fund Managers…


Yet another Capitalist Superman trifled with by petty, defective humans.

In these final, decadent moments of the Socialist States of American -- before its inevitable collapse and the Great Purge of moochers and collectivists that will follow -- it seems like every day the media reports another, outrageous story of some noble wealth-creator bedeviled into meek submission by the whining, loser welfare mobsters.

First they came for the savior bankers.

Then they came for the builders of automobile.

Now they’re coming for our noble, capitalist athletic heroes!

Wake up, Free Marketeers, before they come for you!

With Nine Mouths to Feed, Travis Henry Says He’s Broke
By MIKE TIERNEY

ATLANTA — Travis Henry was rattling off his children’s ages, which range from 3 to 11. He paused and took a breath before finishing.

This was no simple task. Henry, 30, a former N.F.L. running back who played for three teams from 2001 to 2007, has nine children — each by a different mother, some born as closely as a few months apart.

Reports of Henry’s prolific procreating, generated by child-support disputes, have highlighted how futile the N.F.L.’s attempts can be at educating its players about making wise choices. The disputes have even eclipsed the attention he received after he was indicted on charges of cocaine trafficking.

“They’ve got my blood; I’ve got to deal with it,” Henry said of fiscal responsibilities to his children. He spoke by telephone from his Denver residence, where he was under house arrest until recently for the drug matter.
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Three days after the telephone interview, he was jailed for falling $16,600 behind on support for a youngster in Frostproof, Fla., his hometown.

“I love all my kids,” he said in the interview, but asserted he could not afford the designated amounts, estimated at $170,000 a year by Randy Kessler, his Atlanta lawyer. Kessler said Henry was virtually broke.

“I’ve lost everything in this mess I’ve gotten myself into,” Henry said.

His eldest child was conceived while Henry was in high school, before he was named Mr. Florida Football and a Parade All-American. The child was unplanned as were all but one of his offspring, he said.

“I’m like, ‘Whoa, I’m going to be a dad,’ ” Henry recalled.
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Two relationships while he attended the University of Tennessee produced two more children. Attending the annual N.F.L. rookie symposium as a 2001 draft pick of the Buffalo Bills, Henry watched a skit that dramatized the repercussions of imprudent sexual activity. It might as well have been geared toward him.

Henry laughed through the sketch. “I thought, ‘That ain’t ever going to happen to me,’ ” he said.

But it had, and it was just beginning.
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“Knock on wood, or something, I’m blessed not to have AIDS. That never crossed my mind.”

Henry declined to discuss aspects of his drug case. He was arrested last fall in Colorado with another man and has pleaded not guilty to charges that could net him 10 years to life in prison if convicted. The arraignment is scheduled for next month.
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The Denver Broncos gave Henry a five-year, $25 million contract in 2007. Cut last year by the team, which cited injuries and off-the-field commotion, he received only $6.7 million.
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Henry argued that, within the context of richly paid athletes, he was not out of line. He contended that he owned no more than three vehicles at once and figured he had spent $250,000 on jewelry. “That ain’t a lot,” he said. Nevertheless, he was hoping to pawn some jewelry to pay off one of many debts and gain freedom.
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Ignoring pestiferous blue laws?

Flouting human social conventions?

Inventing your own set of sexual mores and fuck what the narrow, Puritanical world thinks?

Gekko, please!

As Ayn Rand taught us, Capitalist Supermen are permitted -- nay, required! -- to both literally and figuratively fuck whoever, however and whenever they want (although upfucking into a Wealth Strata above your own is generally frowned upon unless some particularly lucrative IPO is involved, in which case it is Objectivism’s highest virtue. Provided, of course, that you both smoke afterward, and laugh at the foolish, scuttling masses and their tiny, irritating problems.)

And as most basic tenet of Randite Valuenomics dictates:
Non-Confiscated Wealth = Moral Superiority
Just do the math...

The income of the average, loser American in 2007 was $40,405.48.

Whereas the five-year contract for Travis Henry -- this Richard-Halley-of-the-gridiron -- was $25,000,000.00, which comes to five million dollars a year.

Which means that that Mr. Henry is...123.75 times more morally superior than the Average America. Not quite “Merrill Lynch”-grade superior...
"The bonuses were secretly planned way ahead of time. In his memorandum, Cuomo claims that the September 2008 merger agreement between Merrill and BofA included an undisclosed provision allowing Merrill to disburse up to $5.8 billion in bonuses. That shows that Merrill honchos were already scheming up ways to pay out millions at the very moment the firm was on the verge of a fatal run, just like the one that drove Lehman Brothers into a chaotic bankruptcy. And doing so with the blessing of their future Bank of America bosses.
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...but respectable nonetheless.

Mr. Henry, don't be taken in by the moochers and vampires: as a Capitalist Supermen you owe these collectivizing insects who question your public and private behavior nothing; they should be thanking you for allowing them to bask in your wealth-producing glory.

In fact, if you really want to tech these destroyers a stern lesson, may I suggest you consider Going Galt (caution: links to middle of ignorant armies clashing by night) on their asses!

'Cause that’ll show ‘em.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Only $250,000 on jewelry? Why he could have had a Dept of Interior bathroom remodel for that price! Cheap bastard.

Wisewebwoman said...

Three vehicles? At once? Was one adapted for hand controls?

Anonymous said...

A very wise man once wrote:

"So if you really want to irritate the bejesus out of your local, smirking Objectivist wannabe, ask him (repeatedly) why Ayn Rand is lionized for doing nothing more than rewriting a secular "Book of Revelations", with more gadgets, endless “Please God, just fucking shoot me”-long tirades about Evil Collectivists and Glorious Individualismists, but no Cross.

Because, in the end, that's all it is: a pile of really, really bad science fiction."


Maybe it's time to dust off the Lavish Hyperbolic Butt-Plug Award.

BTW--I've used that argument (damn near verbatim) a few times now. Whatever it is that I'm drinking at the time always seems to go down a bit smoother while watching Randite heads explode.

drifty...you da' man!

Anonymous said...

Going John Galt means never having to wear a condom.

Cirze said...

You rock, baby.

Again and again.

S

Larue said...

Drifty, love ya like a saint.

But given the shit we have to deal with, in the BIG picture, these sports fucks are schmucks and frankly, not worth yer time.

Or mine.

Bad choice of shit to fuck with, hoss. IMHO.

Small, small 'taters . . . a waste of yer talent to chase.

Please, only use yer powers for good.

This is the shit that belongs on the front page of Enquirer. I think of you as a step up from that.

Really.

Fuck the sports metaphors, I don't CARE if yer from CHITown . . . life is bigger than this.

You've PROVEN it.

Snarls . . . walks around three times, sits and naps.

Harumph.

Anonymous said...

Reports of Henry’s prolific procreating, generated by child-support disputes

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

--LittlePig