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Tao Jones
by Lloyd Sue

Knowing people is wisdom--
knowing the market is success:
there is no excuse for what is wasted
when energies are put toward caring.

Between the tallest mountain
and the lowest valley, somewhere,
there is profit.

Worry is about choosing
whether to game the system
via law or via regulatory capture. Dissolve
worry—do both.

The beginning of a bonus
worth ten million dollars
begins with a single trade.

The poor man asks; the rich man takes.

Trade harder; trade faster;
trade closer to the core—but never
forget to pull out
before the crash.

Market corrections are misfortunes
for the weak; the rich man
sees opportunity
for a bailout.

The hoi-polloi see salvation
in a politician; the smart trader
sees salvation in shorting
the market he made worry.

The smart broker rests, comfortable
upon his fees. Around him buzz worried
investors, and the smart broker taking
money going in, money going out.

Oh, you pitiful worker, signing
your life into servitude to a manager,
a CEO: the system
was not made for you.

The president's cabinet, a meeting
at the Fed, the Senate Finance Committee,
the Cayman Islands: truly, we are among friends.

Be neither brittle like pottery
nor like the reed, flexible: be instead
like a gulch in flood, and inundate your regulators
with money, life's blood.  

Ride neither ox nor horse—project no toil,
only the confidence of marble, the solidity
of a Greek column, while you fill
your larders with other men's bread.

Only the poor man
takes the law
at face value.

It is only fraud when the scale is small--
go big and it becomes the free market.

All bad deeds can be masked
with the proper formula, the most
consistent ideology.  

Beware the dangers
of believing too deeply
in your own BS. But then,
never let on to clients
or congressional investigations;
a truth is a mere lie
perpetrated with the utmost confidence.

Capitalism is the matter
that makes up the universe,
and money is the prayer
that holds it all together.

Fools must consider their feelings.
The truly wealthy man first bargains
his away. Success
trucks in no sentimentality.

To the newsman, to the politician,
the GDP is a meaningful indicator;
to the man who moves the market,
it is a toy to be played with
at his most trifling whim.

Watch the bulls and closely note
the bears, but do not wince
at their gyrations; worry not,
but know where each one dumps his load.

Regulation is a tyrant—make certain
he is your tyrant.

While the working man's eyes
are on the future, on slow growth
toward retirement, your hands are busy
in the now, making haste,
and making millions.