} Oh dear oh dear oh dear.
}
} Commodity broker, eh? One of those guys in pinstripe suits and red
} braces with three mobile phones and an annual bonus that's rather
} larger than the annual income of, say, Africa? One of those blokes who
} stands in front of a VDU screaming "BUYBUYBUYBUYBUYBUY!" and (ten
} seconds later) "SELLSELLSELLSELLSELL!" ? One of those geezers who deals
} in billions and has the power to crash an entire country before
} breakfast?
}
} We have come up against one of the immutable paradoxes of the universe
} here - the fact that for many things, the people who really want to do
} something are nine times out of ten the very last people who should be
} allowed to do it.
}
} Think about this - as an example, lets take automatic weapons. In
} Britain, these were recently banned, against much protestation from the
} shooting community. "What about the rights of the genuine sportsman?"
} they cried. Genuine sportsman? With an Uzi? Doesn't give the elk much
} of a sporting chance, does it? For years, the government said "We're
} not going to ban these weapons, because we have a careful screening
} program to weed out those who are unsuitable to hold a machine gun
} license". This missed a fundamental point. There really only needs to
} be one question on the application form - "Do you want to own an
} automatic assault rifle?" and if the answer is yes, then you're clearly
} not a suitable person. Other prominent examples include Presidencies,
} accountants and people with the power to crash an entire country before
} breakfast.
}
} So yes, depressingly, you are going to pass. You'll become a
} commodities broker, you'll work hard at it, you'll relax at the golf
} club on a weekend, you'll drive a flash car, you'll develop a cocaine
} addiction and you'll have a heart attack by the time you're thirty
} five.
}
} Satisfied?
}
} You owe The Oracle another option
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