Just watched a Frontline program on hedge-fund insider trading... and the immense corruption in that field...
Millions, 100's of millions, and billions, are lost and gained...
...and the line between legal and illegal is wide, and blurry...
And, the movers and shakers live lives we can't imagine...
Except... we can...
About 6 months or a year ago,... I stopped to help a fellow rider on a new Aprillia... He was broke down on the side of the road, on his $25k, 180mph, butt jewelry... and I on my $1500, 16yr old, Savage...
He, had been in to the dealer, on his third repair, when they apparently pinched a wire, reattaching the seat, and shorted out some essential circuit... We did get it fixed, and he rode on... (but who had a better day?)...
Anyway,.. I was reminded of that irony, by the Frontline program...
The coincidental irony came near the conclusion of the show,.. when the corrupt traders were apprehended at a Subway sandwich shop...
They make their dirty millions... and drive their 200k cars, to the Subway for lunch...

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The same Subway I get my 6" Cold cut combo from...

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... 35,000sqft house... but, you can only occupy one chair or bed at a time....
... 200k car,... but it can only ride the same roads as the rest of us...
... and, Subway for lunch... (it also struck me when OJ described going to Jack-in-the-Box in his Bentley)...
What I'm saying is,... if I close my eyes... I will sleep the same in a 8 x 10 closet, as a 35,000sqft mansion...
...my bike feels the same as a Broughs Superior...
...my car seat is as comfy as a Bentley...
...and toilet paper is toilet paper...
Beyond being cold, sick, or hungry... (metaphorically speaking),...
More is just more... a thousand dollar suit, or jeans and a t-shirt... you're still the same man...
It just made my day, that they were busted in a Subway sandwich shop...

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