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Nancy Pelosi, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, even left the vote open in a last desperate effort to convince 12 ‘no’ voters to change their minds and pass the legislation. Alas, as the Dow Jones plummeted 500 points, apparently only two Congressmen could be located (the others must have disappeared into a black hole) and nothing could be done to stop the Dow finally tumbling 7 per cent — the biggest drop in its 102-year history, or the S&P 500 falling 8.8 per cent — its worst day since 1987, not to mention the knock-on effects around the world which we are only just beginning to see, despite momentary rallies over the last couple of days. Let’s hope that the taxpaying voters that the House was so keen to appease are at least happy, even if the City’s traders are crying into their drinks.
The next few days are crucial. Rosh Hashanah has conveniently arrived, providing a much-needed brief recess for Hank Paulson, the US Treasury Secretary, and his team to put together an amended foolproof rescue package before he returns on his knees to the House for a second attempt at gaining a ‘yes’ vote later in the week, hopefully with the added support of the Senate, who vote on the Bill as The Spectator goes to print. Why they are bothering calling it a vote at all when Paulson will just keep tweaking the Bill and repeating the question until he gets the required answer, I am not entirely sure.
In the meantime, Congress attempts some form of bipartisanship to stave off the Four Horsemen of the Economic Apocalypse, and Gordon Brown pops back out of retirement to singlehandedly ride to the rescue of HBOS, choosing to ignore the plummeting share prices.
The market, always unpredictable, has now become a giant game of inescapable Russian roulette that even the fiercest of Tom Wolfe’s famed masters of the universe are finding it difficult to play, and the resulting drunken carnage is strewn all over the streets of Chelsea. As one trader remarked after a particularly profitable couple of weeks making money fearlessly on the back of a market in freefall, ‘I am starting to think that it is all meaningless.’
Whether these quasi-existential crises were triggered by images of ex-Lehman employees staggering around Canary Wharf and Wall Street holding their pathetic cardboard boxes of condiments and gym kits a fortnight ago or simply by the realisation that however much money traders make over the next few months, they still won’t see a bonus, is debatable, but either way, the lifeblood of the City is thinning. With half of the City paralysed by increased regulations and tightly controlled risk limits, and the other half trading their way, ‘lamping stuff around’ blindly through the chaos without time to read research or analysis, it is unsurprising that morale is at an all-time low.
Consequently, there has to be an incentive not only to keep current City traders and financiers from slitting their wrists — because we will need them in the coming months — but to encourage top graduates to continue entering into careers within the biggest financial centre in Europe believing that money can still be made, bonuses are not just a thing of the past, and that the City will not grind to a standstill every time 12 Americans make a bad decision.
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