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January 08, 2009

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We have received reports that the Barclay twins are close to having the capability to pursue weapons of mass destruction program-related activities...

This sounds like a job for a highly-trained regiment of accountants and M&A lawyers.

The putative army of financial liberation even has its own police arm, who have answered (one would assume) 'yes' to the question:
"Does a lack of respect for the Law and decent behaviour upset and annoy you?"

"Put your hands in the air and back away from the shredder!"

Ever read Bruce Sterling's Islands in the Net (1988)? It features similar world wide raids on black data havens (crooked international bankers, data thieves and narco-criminals) in the early 21st century (the 2020s I think).

"They'd thought they had teeth, in all their corner-cutting crime conspiracies, but their bones were made of glass.

The criminal machine just didn't have it - the gemeineschaft. They were rip-off artists, flotsam, and there was nothing to hold them together, no basic trust. They'd been hiding under the protective crust of the Singapore Government, and now that it was gone the Bank was wrecked. It would take them years to stick it all back together, even if they were willing to try, and the momentum, the world tide, was against them. This place and its dreams were over - the future was somewhere else."

Islands in the Net
p 295 1988 Century Hutchinson

Probably makes more sense to read this quote from Islands before the one above:

"The Yung Soo Chim Islamic Bank was a modest little place, 1990s vintage, a mirror-glass office carton, sixty stories high.

There was a line of people outside it a block long. Agent Thirty-six cruised by silently, languidly dodging the automatic taxis. 'Wait a minute,' Laura muttered into empty air. 'I know these people.'

She'd seen them all before. In the Grenada airport, just after the attack. The vibe was uncanny. The same people - only instead of Yanks and Europeans and South Americans, these were Japanese, Koreans, Southeast Asians. The same mix though - seed-looking techies, and hustlers with vacant money-eyes, and nasty-looking bullshit artists in wrinkled tropical suits. That same jittery, verminous look of people native to the woodwork and very unhappy outside of it...

Yeah. It was like the world had sloughed off a layer of crime in a bathtub, and this city block was its sink trap, full of suds and hair.

Flotsam, floating garbage, to be racked up and tidied away. Suddenly she imagined the quiet and itchy-looking line of people all lined up and shot. The image gave her an ugly rush of joy. She felt bad. Losing control here. Bad vibrations..."

I've said it before (at Alex's blog) and I'll say it here but ajay really needs to start a blog.

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