Being Ivestigated, and Loving Every Minute Of It

MY STOCKBROKER, esteemed manager of my meager assets, recommend an investment to me, which, greatly unfortunately, had approximately the same outcome as if he had recommended none other than Bernie Madoff. To wit; Bernie Madoff the second, the one my stock broker recommended, made off with thousands of dollars of cash of mine, money hard earned toiling in college classrooms alla cross the fruited plain. This investment broker, a broker of freight hauling trucks, ostensibly, was in fact a swindler who's drug and pornography addictions impelled him to swindle dozens of dupes, marks like my broker and myself. My broker should have known better; maybe I should have, but didn't, didn't know better than to retain this particular broker, a presumed financial services professional whose recommendations I trusted. I aint making this crap up. The criminal has been arrested, indicted, and has appeared in court several times, represented only by a public defender, since the several hundred thousand dollars he stole had long since been invested in wild women, illicit pain killers, and good, hard porn.. He shall keep going to court, because the prosecuting attorney continues to receive an abundance of incoming accusations and indictments, can't keep up, thus necessitating repeated trial postponements. The rascal shall, at length, I am confident, relocate to the federal pen. This, because the FBI got involved, as did the federal prosecutor. My broker, meanwhile, in what appears to be an avoidance of responsibility, suggested that "we" should have done more, much more due diligence, and I replied: "we"? What's this "we" stuff? I relied on you, the financial services professional, which I am most certainly not. When I suggested that he was at least partly responsible for my misfortune, I made the mistake of dong so in the comfort of his own home, and his wife, a conservative Christian, threw me out on the street. Nonetheless, I managed to stop no less than tree SEC and FINRA investigations into his behavior, being as how said investigations were being conducted pertaining into his treatment of me, his professional behavior as a certified broker of stock. At length I got tired of this, and of his refusal to accept responsibility, and of being thrown out of his house on my ass, which happened but once, once being more than sufficient. My contention is that he should be investigated, that we should be be, should all live in glass houses, since we never do anything wrong, the price of glass is a bit down, and its fun watching people bathe. My broker's aversion to investigation reminds me of no less an orange haired toupe adorned person than Donald J. Trump, who, if I'm not mistaken, seems somewhat adverse to being investigated by Mr. Mueller. Why Shouldn't innocent people welcome the opportunity to prove their innocence? We all have the chance to prove our innocence, in the long run, in court, or out of it.