Fuck Vikram Pandit

This weeping sad song about made me choke on lunch:

Taking a look at O’Neill’s actions through a justice lens—and you can trust that any lieutenants loyal to Pandit are doing just this—reveals cause for concern. Little of what has been reported suggests that Pandit received much consideration from the board when it comes to any of the three facets of fairness. In terms of distributive fairness, a case that Pandit’s performance has earned an embarrassing dismissal has not been made. In terms of procedural fairness, accounts make it quite clear that his termination was handled with no regard for his perspective. Finally, in terms of interactional fairness, what has been reported suggests that O’Neill treated both Pandit and his chief operating officer in a rather dismissive manner.

What a stinking, rotting, pile of horse entrails.

Fuck Pandit. Fuck his "lieutenants", fuck his friends, fuck his bosses, fuck his goddamn fucking dog, fuck anybody who is like him and anybody who ever knew him. Especially fuck the ass-whistles who wrote this vomit. Fuck them all brain dead. In a "just" and "fair" world, him and all his kind would be the ones pissing in cups, only doing it from inside the walls of their prison cells. But it's not a fair or just world, so people like Stephen A. Miles, (another CEO of course) and his toady suckup Neal Bennett (professor emeritus of suckbusinessteat U) write whimpering puff pieces over the "unfairnes" shown billionaire white collar criminals who get canned after having destroyed millions of lives. You think Vikram Pandit or his lieutenants shed one fucking tear for any of the people who have been fucked by corporate America's criminal greed? Hell no, they were laughing. Blowing champagne out their nose laughing.

Fuck them.