Facebook was finally pressured into filing a preliminary prospectus for a huge $5 billion Initial Public Offering (IPO). How do you get a piece of the biggest tech IPO of all time? You don’t, at least not unless you are a frequently-trading client with a large account at the lead underwriter, Morgan Stanley, or, you have great connections with the secondary members of the syndicate involved in the offering: J.P. Morgan and Goldmine, er, Goldman Sachs.
These days, the general procedure for an IPO is as follows: A company desiring to go public could in theory sell shares on its own (that would make for an interesting Facebook ad for a change) but the time-honored ritual is for the company to screw itself by hiring a Wall Street investment bank. This firm engages in “underwriting” which is the means whereby money is raised either by debt or (in this case) equity. The underwriters either stipulate that, for a fee, they can guarantee a certain price for a certain number of securities offered by Facebook, either by buying up the entire public offering of shares themselves and then reselling them (a “firm commitment”) or else the underwriters sell the shares but can’t guarantee the amount raised (a “best-efforts agreement”).
The problem with a “hot issue” like Facebook is that the average person who uses it can’t own a piece of it right away. Facebook screws both the public and itself by hiring investment banks as underwriters who, for a generous fee, sell shares at ridiculously low prices to their own best customers: the institutional customers like pension funds and hedge funds, not the little guys.
Then these gentlemen crooks turn around and sell the cheap shares, which end up on the open market and are bought by little investors at an immense profit to the big guys. It hurts companies like Facebook. Had Wall Street priced the shares at their real value, the company and its original shareholders would get more money and the institutions would make less profit.
In May 2011, Henry Bodget estimated that “LinkedIn’s underwriters, Morgan Stanley, Bank of America, et al, just screwed the company and its shareholders to the tune of an astounding $175 million. (Just the way the underwriters of another recent hot IPO, Zipcar, screwed that company).”
But, as stated previously, a company desiring to go public can in theory sell shares on its own. So, when Twitter decides to do its IPO, why not try cutting Wall Street out of the picture? Do an “IPO tweet” to everyone on the system, which would be a link to a site where everybody can purchase shares at ten cents or a buck a share? Even if it didn’t work, it would shake Wall Street to its foundations. And if it did work, who knows how much both institutional and private investors would be willing to pay up front…?
Stepping back for a moment, surely this is just the stuff of populist fantasy. Most little guys in my age bracket shouldn’t be worrying about making a fortune off of Facebook by getting a fair shake from Wall Street, of all places; instead, they should be biting their fingernails over saving enough money for retirement. A friend of mine badgered me into doing some research concerning retirement. The result: just to eke out a stable, low-level living arrangement in retirement, the average baby boomer needs at least $1 million earning interest and/or income of some sort. Wow.
How about all of those 50-ish boomers who’ve been out of work for one or more years? These are people who’ve already rifled through their 401(k) savings and are facing foreclosure and homelessness. How are they going to save $10,000 a month in the years leading up to their retirement?
During boom times, you’d always hear some stuffed shirt business pundit on TV blowing hot air to the effect that, “Companies increasingly recognize the value of the business experience and knowledge of older workers.” When the economy began to hark back to Great Depression levels, however, these same “valuable employees” were either ignored, or told by Human Resources departments that “you’re in your fifties and you’ve been out of work for months—you’ll never work again.” Quite a turnaround, eh?
Thanks to the perpetual political stalemate in Washington, D.C., cautious American businesses have refrained from hiring workers, have laid off more, and have been sitting on a mountain of cash—more than $1 trillion. It’s gone on for so long that American business, through a combination of cost-cutting, automation and increased efficiencies, has figured out how to get along quite nicely without many of its former workers. The USDA reports that about one out of every six Americans had trouble scrounging up enough money to buy food (nearly 49 million people, or 14.5 percent of the population), and more than 20 million U.S. children depend on school meal programs to keep from going hungry. Similarly, there are over 45 million Americans on food stamps and one out of every six elderly Americans lives below the federal poverty line.
In other words, you could take a pretty massive slice of the U.S. population—the part that’s floundering—and dispose of it, doubtless with nary a peep of protest out of any business or public institution.
My Draconian friend thinks that the “doomed segment” of the aging boomers, rather than face a penniless, starving existence living outdoors in packing crates and cardboard boxes, should instead “take the Oregon trail”—which is his way saying that they should head for a U.S. state such as Oregon or Washington, which permit physician-assisted suicide. It sounds more than a little bit over-the-top. “Admittedly,” he says, drawing upon his knowledge of American history and with his tongue buried very deeply in his cheek, “the excess population could visit the eugenics ‘communes’ in California, Virginia, and so forth, for America’s socioeconomic benefit.”
What my friend was referring to, for those history buffs out there, was the really scary eugenics movement in America that flourished during the early-to-mid 20th century. The word eugenics (from the Greek eugenes or wellborn) was coined in 1883 by Sir Francis Galton, Charles Darwin’s cousin, who applied Darwinian principles to concoct his pet theories about heredity and why “the best and brightest” people with favorable genetic characteristics should mate and propagate. This immediately got all twisted around into “negative eugenics” which involved the forced sterilization (and sometimes marriage restriction or custodial commitment) of those members of the population exhibiting “unwanted characteristics.”
Between 1907 and 1937 thirty-two U.S. states had compulsory sterilization of various citizens viewed as undesirable: the mentally ill or handicapped, those convicted of sexual, drug, or alcohol crimes and others regarded as “degenerate.” Indeed, more than 60,000 compulsory sterilizations were inflicted on individuals who were mentally disabled or ill, but in other cases simply belonged to socially disadvantaged groups living on the margins of society. Thus, to eugenicists, poverty was not a social problem but just the result of a “bad bloodline” which could be fixed with forced sterilization and selective breeding programs, all to guarantee “racial purity.” David Starr Jordan, a former President of Stanford University, who published Blood of a Nation—A study in the Decay of Races by the survival of the Unfit noted as early as 1898 in his book, Footnotes to Evolution, that “The pauper is the victim of heredity, but neither Nature nor Society recognizes that as an excuse for his existence.”
Ironically, some of the most liberal states were at the forefront of the eugenics movement: California topped the list, with 20,108 people sterilized there prior to 1964.
Today we’re ethically way beyond the more icky events of our glorious past—or at least we’re supposed to be so enlightened. But as the secrets of the human genome are steadily unlocked, as the science and business of organ harvesting of the recently deceased steadily progresses, and as the former middle class of the U.S. population slumps into “low income” and poverty, you just can’t help but feel something ominous in the air, some undefined portent of Doom. The hair begins to stand up on the back of your neck.
Yeah, I definitely need a bigger piggy bank for my retirement!
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Richard Grigonis (@EditStateofNow) is Editor-in-Chief of Jeff Pulver’s State of NOW / #140conf community website.


