I don't know why, but I have this urge to launch into a mystical celebration of Libertas Capital. All day long, the words 'Libertas Capital' have been vibrating in my head and playing havoc with my chakras. The time has come!
O Jakob Kinde, O Henry Okereke, O Frank Dullaghan, O Roger Barlow, O Michael Naylor, O Iek van Cruyningen, O Aamir Quraishi, O Hakan Wallin, O Tim Murray, O everyone at Libertas Capital, the ghosts of the dead financiers are watching over you! How happy do you feel now?
You are protected! No one can fuck with you! Count your blessings!
And this doesn't come cheap. I arranged all this for you. But we can discuss my fee another time. Just be happy!
