The old damn flamingo of finance science is a metaphorical interpretation of the apparent uselessness of markets when they are interpreted through theoretical terms and rules. The interpretation resembles the image of the article, the tired look of a pink flamingo that has turned gray from old age. It seems that it suffered, but in essence it never lifted a finger. This is how economists treat us when they speak to others as if they are generals.
Obviously, like a bad general, they too have lost the essence. They came to protect the foundations of their science with words, ignoring the problems and issues that arise from everyday life. They look at the map in order to see the hill standing in front of them, they explain the importance of a science that will not be able to provide a solution. Not because the solution doesn't exist, but because the solution will be given by others who know what they are doing, whether they claim they know or not.
Markets flourish and brokerage firms become prosperous. Yet these same firms again present liquidity issues and the citizens of these markets grow poorer, buying sometimes the cheaper and sometimes the more expensive product. The widening of the economic gap between profit and loss is not due to a magical number. It is due to the exacerbated crisis of experts and of those who can design economic policies without the protection of private life.
Little by little we imitate, within a capitalist environment, the unjust system of the communists. Let the experts who became flamingos and fly away from every question respond. Now your wings have grown old, stay here and answer, when was social policy decided for the degradation of people into lethargy without striving for something better. Unjustified indulgence brought excessive entitlement.
Let indulgence belong to those who labored. Let us always be fair. Let us not become again like those flamingos that indeed at some point may have been very presentable, but were always tragically mad.