As a curious observer who has no trading interests, I found fascination in Michael Lewis' book, and the subsequent movie.
But I am still not resigned to the idea that there is anything noble, or even admirable, about players in the game who work the system for their own gain while Main Street takes a non-recoverable drive.
Investment ought to make possible paths of business enablement so that people who have productive ideas can connect with producers and markets--not so that wagering speculators can make a buck or two million if the market is rising--or a million or two if it is collapsing, , , short-circuiting, shorting, snorting, cavorting in the bullshit-laden streets of Wall, when the whole shucking bailiwick should be about providing capital for MainStreet and Mom 'n Pop and the American dream.
You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
Really, though, I'm just one brick short of a load, which, back in the bygone days that made America great again, and again, and again, until it wasn't great any more--wasn't such an economy-crippling proposition, but merely a starry-eyed American dream dreamed-up by an investor who had hope in apple pie and the stars and stripes forever.