Letters to the Bouncy Banker...

Letters to the Bouncy Banker...
...from a struggling artiste.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Letter to the Bank #62

Dear BM,

I decided it was time to check in once more with you, representative of my nemesis—financial institutions everywhere, in all corners, on every block—good and bad (because even the good are never, ever above board). I’m checking in with you just as you all check out, cash out, before anything approximating a noble regulation kicks in and causes you to have to part with a single cent of your reserves, reserves that, it appears to me, you always can refill with new charges and fees that you all are able to make up...willy nilly. The urge to wring your necks and shake you up is ever present and not just in me. I cannot stand how you feel as if you have earned what you have. You never have and never will. You simply happen to be riding a cash cow. You are a farmer milking the teats of the general population who you have hooked up to those rather intimidating, nasty looking machines in the great factory farms you call hedge funds and banks.

Really just felt like a little vent.

That’s better.

As you were.


Kristian Witherkay

PS-Know that I appreciate you letting me bend your ear, your tolerating the gripes of one without the kind of earning power that would allow me to live beyond—way beyond—satisfying the basic needs of me and mine.

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