Tuesday, 7 September 2010

HSBC chairman Stephen Green quits to become UK trade minister

Well, he hasn't quit yet. He's leaving HSBC at the end of the year, and he will become trade minister in our bullshit government in January 2011. I wish him all the best. There's no harm in wishing him all the best. I just wonder why he wants to hang out with scumbag politicians. And don't tell me the new government isn't full of scumbag politicians. They're no different from the last lot. And they are all socialists, even if they insist on calling themselves Conservatives. What is a 'Conservative' anyway? Don't ask me. I haven't a clue. I wouldn't vote for any of them, not even if they were on fire. I'm apolitical, me. [Sometimes.] It's the only way to be.

But back to Stephen Green. Apparently, he's an Anglican lay preacher. Well, that cuts no ice with me. So maybe he's no great loss to the world of banking and finance. I'm not being nasty or nothing. It's just that we need financial shamans running our banks, not lay preachers! Lay preachers aren't going to burn with money in the desert of our dreams, are they? Think of Jesus. Think of him! He threw the money lenders out of the temple. He was anti-business, like Obama. We don't want none of that. We want proud mystical capitalists with a real hunger for money. The meek shall inherit the earth? Do me a favour! I was meek for a large part of my twenties. A lot of fucking good it did me! The meek won't be getting their grubby little hands on jackshit. And even if they do manage to get something, they won't appreciate it. The good things in life are wasted on those wankers.

But back to Stephen Green. So many people are saying so many nice things about him. Oh, I'm starting to feel bad now. Why I am so judgemental? It's his life! If he wants to mix with the low, or be a lay preacher, it's none of my business! Each to their own. I should take a good look at myself. What do I do all day long? I'm either floating around on the astral plane, or I'm writing this stuff. What would my old schoolteachers say if they could see me now? 'Some girls wander by mistake into the mess that scalpels make.' No, they wouldn't say that. That's a line from Leonard Cohen's Teachers. It just entered my consciousness. Out of control again. Well, there was one teacher. No, I won't go there. 'Everybody knows you've been discreet, but there were so many people you just had to meet without your clothes.' That's what I said to her. We were reading Keats. Ah, memories!

But back to Stephen Green ...