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with rigged binding arbitration clauses. Guess who arbitrates? Guess who gets bound? 'As is' contracts of adhesion of loaded deck law written by vampires were enforced by these blood suckers who slept in their own dirt by day. B.J. addressed them and explained in an obtuse reminding manner the concept of leveraging income. These legal incomes are just cover, then correcting himself, seeds for other activities which though less conventional and less secure are, when properly tended, far more profitable. The overseers of those other enterprises are not at all interested in the corporate risks of AM's investments or its officers. He engaged the seated in a serious sweeping gaze, "My investors hold you responsible for their failures to meet expectation." Mr. P. stood up, looked up and down the lines of terrified faces, slowly, pausing to engage each set of eyes in turn, "You have embarrassed me. I'm not sure where that takes me. I don't thrive with embarrassment." The man representing the Patterstown region, faltered in an aborted expression of dismay, "But we have...." "WHAT!?" "mmm well, .. sir, no offense, we have internal problems of continuity.. " "THEN FIX THEM!" But the cringing fellow was flipping his eyes between Mr. P. and Mr. B.J. wondering if he could really say what needed to be said in the latter's presence. He lowered his head and muttered, "Yes sir." The white haired man sat, but leaning forward with his elbows on the cherry wood, "B.J.?" keeping his eyes fixed on the last speaker as B.J. resumed his address to the general gathering, "Do you understand? We are handing out individual quotas.