May the Devil come and get them!

I am upset.

You know what? I’m not just upset, I’m angry! And, I believe everybody out there, trying to survive, working hard, doing all they can to make ends meet should be furious.

‘Cause they really did it now.

They have plunged the world into a mega financial crisis which will result in a recession the world has never seen the likes of, over our backs.

They have convinced us over the years our money should be in banks, our money should be in pensions, our money should be in property, our money should be making more money.

They have lead us to believe that only if we borrow money or buy with instalments, we can acquire a good credit rating . . . and without a good credit rating you are invisible, not to be taken seriously.

Who are they? They are the big boys . . . the top bankers . . . the top corporates . . . the top politicians . . . the top cats . . . our world leaders.

The political boys that encourage wars, not because they feel the need to save the world, but because they get a nice percentage on the weapon deals. The corporate boys that discourage climate change because they thoroughly enjoy the greasing of their pockets on oil deals.

The banker boys because all the above need big, fat loans, which to them means another Ferrari and some Gucci for their 19-year-old wives.

They did a good job. We sure bought their stories. There isn’t one family around that doesn’t have at least one credit card, car payment or a nice big mortgage. And now these financial aids have become a credit card that is maxed out, car payments that can’t be met and a mortgage for double the value of the property. These aids have become proverbial cement shoes, two sizes too big . . . and They are the only ones that have been aided.

Although it won’t be easy, we will survive . . . of course we will. We’ll just get rid of all our luxuries and work a bit harder. And while we are doing so we will all hope we won’t be that gullible next time they’re trying to sell us a bag of rotten lemons.

But I do believe what goes around should come around, and in this case I think we might need some divine intervention. So I am calling on higher powers.

Dear Director of Hell, it is time to come and get them. I believe you can find them in the Caribbean or on the Cayman Islands. Empathy forces me to call on you, dear Director of Heaven, to have mercy on their souls, in the mean time just watch over us a bit.

Me, I will be watching CNN with a bottle of (cheap) bubbly, waiting for the first banker to jump off his skyscraper.

At least I’ll know the devils’ been listening.