Ken Lay, the founder of the Enron corporation died of a heart attack in Colorado. He was 64. I picture him laughing to death surrounded by a bunch of hookers and blow – burning money in his gigantic vacation home fireplace. Just a rat-like squeal-laugh that boils one’s blood. This is testimony to what a true criminal sounds like when they end up getting their way for a good many years. Lu Pai will probably die a similar death, possibly a warm drowning death having suffocated on filthy lucre instead of a heart attack. Oh, and more hookers, blow and money than Lay. All the while, ex-Enron employees still suffer the after effects of the greatest corporate collape in history. Burn in hell for wronging so many.
Crime doesn’t pay. You’ve once again beat the odds and escaped consequence you slippery little bitch. I’m sure your partner in theft will somehow dodge a steep sentence as well and find a way to defraud more innocent investors, employees, tax payers and overall good citizens.
There’s a nice place in hell for people like you and those who supported you. (You won’t get a chance to pick out your favorite cabin configuration for your private jet while your company is tanking there.) You’ll just be in… Oh well, what’s the use. The damage is done and you can no longer hurt those who naively place their trust in you. You can no longer muck up the image of American business with your selfishness, scandals and prostitution. I hope one of your vacation homes will suffice for your family. I’m sure they’ve grown accustomed to a standard of living, but they’ll have to entertain the idea of not visiting the spa every other day. They might actually have to fire their staff of beauticians and personal trainers and join a gym.
And they say people who rob convenient stores are criminals. Hell, those guys do more time than you ever would have, and they only stole 82 bucks and a pack of smokes.