Jamie Dimon writes to his Chief Investment Officer at JP Morgan Chase and ponders the metaphors for capitalism.
At the Federal Reserve, Jamie Dimon decides to ingest his own cum, deciding that this is the perfect metaphor for late capitalism.
Things are bad, and they are about to get worse. Jamie Dimon initiates the decline of civilization: financial, moral, physical.
Jamie Dimon rationalizes love with a famous financial formula.
Jamie Dimon wants to come home.
Jamie Dimon with his Dominican mistress/housecleaner Martia.
Jamie Dimon writes his Dominican mistress/housecleaner Martia and ponders what white privilege might be.
Jamie Dimon realizes that the bailout means that risk has been socialized, yet profit remains private.
Jamie Dimon writes his co-head of Investment Banking, talking him off the ledge and introducing the garden as a perfect metaphor for present day capitalism.
Jamie Dimon: "...And it will be mine, a glorious pastiche of colonial fantasy. Don't you get it Bill? We are gardeners of the economy, makers of our own paradise."