Precision replaced pedigree.
I’ve met them all.
The ones who lead with their “team.”
The ones who drop “UBS advisors” as if proximity were genius.
The ones who smile while they quietly move to steal a fund.
Where are they now?
And where will they be in history?
They don’t know it yet, but we’re passing them—second by second.
The Parade of Pretenders
I had a goofy tell me about his bureaucratic revenues from entities in Singapore—
he looked me in the eye and bragged about how he covers rent.
I know a guy who does DEI for Wall Street.
I know a guy who does astrology for clients who can’t read a chart.
I know a guy for everything—except one who actually moves the market.
They all talk about process, policy, or performance.
But not one of them can timestamp causality.
The Difference
They perform.
We execute.
Some are performance artists—
cosplaying intellect, recycling unoriginal ideas and calling it insight.
Some are clout chasers,
addicted to attention but allergic to consequence.
Some are credentialists, measuring worth by title rather than creation.
All of them are being overtaken by the clock.
The New Ceiling
We’ve broken every ceiling they thought existed.
The old hierarchies, the gatekeepers, the handlers—
gone.
Precision replaced pedigree.
Execution replaced approval.
Results replaced permission.
Second by second, we move beyond the past tense of their reputations and into the present tense of authorship.
The Inevitable
They don’t realize it yet,
but they’re already living behind the curve of time we control.
Each second we stay aligned,
another layer of their illusion peels away.