Jump, you Fuckers!

From the WSJ: His Job at Bear Gone, Mr. Fox Chose Suicide.

The meltdown of Bear Stearns Cos. in March marked the collapse of the modern securities industry, and the careers of some on Wall Street.

The financial crisis also claimed the life of a veteran Bear Stearns manager.

Barry Fox, a research supervisor who worked for nine years at the brokerage firm, took a drug overdose and then jumped from his 29th-floor apartment the evening in May after he learned he wouldn't be hired by J.P. Morgan Chase & Co., which was about to buy his firm. A coroner recently confirmed in an autopsy report that the death was a suicide.

Mr. Fox was devastated by the implosion of Bear Stearns and the financial hit he was likely to face, says Fred Philippi, his longtime companion. After several personal setbacks, "this Bear Stearns thing happened to be the last straw that broke his spirit," Mr. Philippi said in an interview.

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The meltdown has also taken a more hidden toll, helping to push Mr. Fox and a handful of Wall Streeters over the edge. For instance, in early October, an unemployed financial manager in Los Angeles murdered his family before taking his own life, saying in a note to police that economic hardship drove him to despair. And about two weeks later, a Chicago futures trader fatally shot himself after reportedly sustaining big losses in his personal portfolio.

And that's why, boys and girls, you should learn to recognize the "obvious" signs of a bubble, and not get involved even if you are employed in the industry that's in the bubble and are raking in the dough yourself.

That they'd rather be dead than "less rich", and have no doubt that these people weren't exactly destined for the dole queue is mind-bending. What it says about America's collective self-delusion about money and status is even more disturbing.

The saddest part is that you can haul yourself down to your library (or internet these days), pull up a newspaper after the Panic of 1837 or the Great Panic of 1907, and you'd get a functionally equivalent story. You could change the names but you probably even wouldn't need to change the streets in New York and Chicago!

No wonder some of us consider filing Edith Wharton under "realism" in literature.

It was a freakin' bubble, the largest freakin' Asset Bubble in World History™ incorporating EVERY possible asset class that the EE can think of (and probably even some more), and it's not coming back.

EVER. (or at least not till two generations pass by.)

You may find it hard to recognize this because we've been sitting embedded inside this Mega-Bubble™ since 1983 but it has firmly ended. The entire world's FIRE economy worked by rolling debt into larger sums of debt at lower cost all the way down from 18% to 1%. The party is over.

Either you pay back the debt, or you default directly, or you default via govt. interference by fiat-inflation. All three roads lead to the abolishment of the debt. There are no other roads possible.

Until everybody firmly grasps this, we're pretty much screwed. Or to put it more poetically:

The beatings will continue until morale improves.