Speculation in the Late Empire
by
Sean Corrigan
by Sean Corrigan
We hear news
that those diligent 'unbundlers of risk', those incomparable lubricants
of our 'flexible economy', the men and women toiling in the reinforced
concrete and plexi-glass canyons of High Finance have enjoyed rather
a sumptuous Yule!
Indeed, as
press reports on either side of the Pond have breathlessly revealed,
Wall St's $21.5 bln in bonuses, added to the $13 bio 'trousered'
in London’s Square Mile, takes the rocket scientists, vulture capitalists,
and assorted structured-product salesmen up to $35 bln in extra
moolah in just these two main temples of Mammon.
For allowing
my jaw to fall unrestrainedly open at the mention of such sums,
I was taken to task as an ante-diluvian moralist and an unmitigated
smokestack worshipper by a friend of mine who just happens to work
in the bond market (summa cum bonus an non!).
In my defence,
I pointed out that one could not quibble that speculation should
not be seen an evil, per se; nor could one pretend that the
old-style banker who shepherded a man's savings toward productive
investment using specialist knowledge and economies of scale of
which the individual could not dispose was inherently a malign
influence.
I even put
aside forebodings about that $350 trillion sword of Damocles which
is the derivatives market to allow that such instruments are a baleful
presence by dint of their extraordinary scale and not because of
their intrinsic properties.
Indeed, I went
so far as to admit that, in their primary function of exchanging
economic risk between actors with complementary needs – e.g., between
farmers and millers they are an unqualified plus, as they are
when they perform the role of genuine insurance contracts drawn
up between informed and consenting adults.
But when financiers
and traders get paid well enough to make Croesus kvetch for taking
wholly asymmetric risks with phantom capital – risks underwritten
by government institutions like the Fed and the FDIC; risks constrained
by limited-liability partnership, or corporate status this is
not exactly a fair card game.
When arbitrageurs
and junk-bond jugglers receive kings’ ransoms for indulging in manic,
fiat money-fuelled churning a hyperactivity which reached
$1 quadrillion at the DTCC alone in 2004!! thus financing
illiberal and corrupt governments at home and abroad, and so distorting
prices that economic calculation is rendered well-nigh impossible
for producers and consumers alike, this is a different ball game
altogether.
When the buy-out
merchants and private equity partnerships can borrow what are effectively
limitless sums of cheap, tax-advantaged debt with which to buy out
corporate shareholders (not all of them willing sellers, remember);
when they can then proceed to ruin the target business' balance
sheet in a flash, by ordering payment of special dividends and by
weighing it down with junk debt, in order to return their funds
at the earliest juncture; when their pecuniary motives are mollified
by so little pretence of undertaking any genuine entrepreneurial
restructuring with which to enhance economic efficiency; when they
can rake in an even greater haul of loot by selling the firm smartly
back to the next debt-swollen suckers in line (probably into the
little man's sagging pension funds via the inevitable, well-hyped
IPO); when they can scatter fees and commissions (and often political
'contributions') liberally along the way then we're clearly well
past the point of reason or endorsement.
Just to see
the scale of things here, let us consult the US Dept of Commerce’s
quarterly reports on business profits and see how long it would
have taken Main St. and Commercial Rd. to make the same $35 billion
as did Wall St. and Canary Wharf’s favourite sons and daughters.
$35 billion
– even in today’s high-priced world – is no trivial sum.
In fact, it
is roughly equal to 15 months' worth of combined profits at ALL
of the US wholesale trade business. It represents close to a whole
year of the American mining industry's after-tax income. It matches
8 months' earnings made by both the computers & electronics
industry and by the nation’s retailers.
It would take
almost six months for the entire US chemical industry to ring up
the same number of dollars and – perhaps most tellingly of all
even at $60 and north for a barrel of crude and after a three-year
doubling per tonne of anthracite, it is comparable to 35% of the
annual take of every one of those supposedly villainous price-gougers
who comprise Big Oil & Coal.
For any members
of the Fourth International out there who still cling to the discredited
dogma of the labour theory of value and who are sick of all this
talk of profits, they may wish to hear instead that the arch-exploiters’
and rentiers’ $35 billion bonuses would also meet five weeks of
payrolls for all of the Stakhanovite production workers left tenuously
clinging to the rump of America's dwindling manufacturing industry.
Now, it is
true that, according to Bloomberg News, Exxon's outgoing boss Lee
Raymond was paid $38 million last year mostly through stock awards
– and that this seems to have been pretty much what Henry Paulson
of Goldman, Sachs garnered in emoluments, too.
You may well
think that Mr. Raymond may actually be worth that sum, or that he
may not; likewise Mr. Paulson but I think I know who created
most real value and who had the much harder job to do.
So, who wants
to spend weary years of bone-sapping practice learning to be a concert
pianist? Who dreams of a Nobel Prize for Medicine for ridding Mankind
of one of the many scourges which plague the human condition?
What sane would-be
innovator-businessman would aspire to be the next Bill Gates, or
Steve Jobs?
Who would think
about a job drilling for gas in the wind-swept wastes of Kazakhstan,
or digging for minerals in the fly-blown wilderness of Kalgoorlie?
With today’s
outrageously skewed reward system and the twisted monetary backdrop
which makes it all possible – why would anyone waste their considerable
analytical brainpower to deliver such less controversial benefits
to humanity?
As it does
to everything else, inflation greatly misdirects human resources,
too, and it impoverishes us all thereby.
Why train to
be a farmer or a pharmacologist, when you can join Merrill Lynch
and become a millionaire in your mid-20s, using someone else's 'capital'
and benefiting from being an insider in the great Ponzi scheme in
which we live.
Though one
should never be a fetishist for such tangible endeavours as manufacturing,
ultimately, one must also recognise that all material human needs
are met by industry; by the application and transformation of capital
goods, resources, labour, etc., into products.
In contrast,
no City-slicker exotic options trader (or Zurich gnome!) is going
to put food on your table or a flame in your furnace, no matter
how quickfire his mind and steely his nerves.
Indeed, if
more honest money and thus a less fevered and hypertrophic financial
sector meant there were a few less of us and a few more mechanical
engineers, private-sector scientists, and process managers all
guided by real-world entrepreneurs and not led by paper money pirates
– the MTV-muddleheads’ dreams of "Ending Poverty Now" would be a
great deal nearer being translated from a forlorn slogan on their
modish, rubberised bangles and into a measurable alleviation of
our lot in life.
But, as things
stand, it is far, far more lucrative to don a silk shirt, polish
up the shoe buckles, and to spend one’s day buying and selling electronic
blips on a multi-coloured screen, using a bottomless supply of faux
monetary tokens, at what must be the ultimate embodiment of one
of Mssrs Gave and Kaletsky’s ‘platform’ companies.
Sadly, such
pursuits hold out a much more tantalising prospect of gain; it is
far easier to play the tables in a fiat market than it is to make
them in a free one.
And that is
why the bonuses on Wall St. and in the city are a matter for shame,
even if they should not be cause for envy.
January
14, 2006
Sean
Corrigan [send him mail]
writes from Switzerland.
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