For Mae, it was easy to titillate and manipulate the deprived, balding, Poindexter-archetype that she encountered over the course of Treasury Department business. Bankers, diplomats, establishment apparatchiks…they were all shallow careerists who believed in nothing other than accumulating personal prestige. Their ego was their drug and the political realm truly was a Hollywood for egomaniacal ugly people. And with a flirtatious wink or a juicy pout she could fondle their egos and set them onto the proper path.
Excerpts...“They called out for the Overmen, the ones who would erase their brains, to protect them from the cannibals.”
Excerpts...“China would then print, or more aptly: keystroke, a cosmological shitload of Yuan, use those Yuan to buy a shitload of dollars, use those dollars to buy a shitload of U.S. Treasuries. Then the Fed would keystroke a cosmological shitload of new dollars and use those dollars to buy those Treasuries back from the Chinese...plus ten percent, of course. It was Ivy League Genius”
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