If I was a hedge fund manager... I'd have it all worked out. I'd have the whole thing sewn up tight, daddy. I'd be wrapped up with a pretty little bow. The risk would be entirely deflected from me. I'd be completely justified in my salary. And somehow, I'd be creating jobs. And that would be an inconvenient fact for narratives in which I was on the wrong side of history, and an obstruction to sustainability. But even in the least flattering narratives, there'd be a lot of people worse than me, if you crunched enough numbers.
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