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Disgraced real estate investor Yaniv Blumenfeld

Disgraced real estate investor Yaniv Blumenfeld hiding from creditors in an area strip club.

WHITE PLAINS, NY — Troubled real estate firm Glacier Global Partners LLP, coming to grips with its impending doom, announced a new mission statement, “Forage by day. Hide at night.”

The new mission statement edged out popular runner up, “To the bitter end.”

The new mission statement should guide the actions of Glacier Global Partners, spell out its overall goal, provide a sense of direction, and guide decision-making as the crippled investment firm enters its death spiral.

“The future is in our hands,” said disgraced Managing Director Yaniv Blumenfeld. “Only we can decide whether Glacier Global will crash and burn in a hideous public scandal or fade quietly into oblivion. Or maybe both.”

U.S. Generals Devise New War Plan: Yuck Faniv 'Em! Yaniv Blumenfeld, Glacier Global Partners LLP

Those Glacier Global assholes will just have to find another asshole managing director

How about simply, 'Fuck Yaniv'? Or even better, 'Yaniv Sucks!'?

2012 Poster Boy Yaniv Blumenfeld

Click photo for a special message from Yaniv Blumenfeld

NEW YORK, NEW YORK — Disgraced real estate investor Yaniv Blumenfeld has been named the Comeuppance Foundation’s 2012 Poster Boy, the philanthropic organization announced.

Created in 1979 through the merger of the “Make A Wish Foundation-Special Victims Unit” and Darwin, Australia-based “Save the Saltwater Crocodiles”, the Comeuppance Foundation is one of the world’s most respected charities.

“What comes around, goes around,” as the saying goes. But while a person’s good or bad actions normally have irregularly occurring consequences for that person, the Comeuppance Foundation is dedicated to “reducing inefficiency, uncertainty and delay in the righteous and mighty administration of Bad Karma”.

Only nine percent of every tax-deductible dollar donated is spend on administration and marketing, making the Comeuppance Foundation one of the nation’s most efficient charities. The remaining 91 percent goes to direct program services: opening a can of whup-ass and introducing a world of pain to thousands of Bad Karma-laden assholes, buttheads and motherfuckers worldwide.

The Comeuppance Foundation’s Annual Poster Boy award creates public awareness that no matter how bad a person is, their lives can still serve a valuable purpose. They can serve as a horrible example for others.

“We are committed to the Golden Rule–do unto others as we would have done unto ourselves,” said foundation Executive Director Victor “Crown Vic” Underballs. “If we were motherfucking dirtbag assholes, how would we ourselves wish to be treated?”

“We would want to be punished,” Underballs said. “Severely punished.”

Some Comeuppance Foundation charitable activities are well known, almost a staple of popular culture.

Hey asshole! How about a taste of your own medicine?

To visit justice on rude drivers who maliciously honk their horns and flash their high beams, the Comeuppance Foundation's fleet of White Ford Crown Victorias are armed with 7,000-lumen A380 aircraft landing lights and horns meeting Amtrak train specifications.

The iconic ‘White Crown Vic’ program targets rude and obnoxious drivers, such as the unreasoning pinheads who honk their car horns way too much or who blind other drivers with aggressive and malicious use of their high beam headlights. Based on surveillance camera recordings and tips received from the public, the Foundation’s fleet of White Ford Crown Victoria sedans use special tracking electronics to hunt down the assholes in their vehicles. A large compressed air tank installed in the Crown Vic’s trunk provides power to deafening front- and rear-mounted Amtrak train horns. The terrified asshole usually loses bowel control along with the ability to discern musical pitch and sounds quieter than 70 dB HL after the horns are mercilessly blasted directly in his or her face

Both the front and back of the Crown Vic are augmented with a pair of 7,000-lumen high-intensity headlamps, originally manufactured for use as Airbus A380 jumbo jet plane landing lights. When the Crown Vic flashes its high beams on an asshole, the blinded motherfucker typically wipes out on a guardrail or rolls his car into a ditch.

Office bullies, who viciously snipe at subordinates and engage in non-constructive criticism and scapegoating, are major contributors to Bad Karma in the universe today. The Foundation responds by hiring as consultants highly-placed executives within the bully’s organization, but who are senior to the asshole in the organization’s management hierarchy.

The Comeuppance Foundation

The Comeuppance Foundation is dedicated to reducing inefficiency, uncertainty and delay in the righteous and mighty administration of Bad Karma

The senior executive/consultant attends the shithead’s business meetings to abuse the asshole in front of his subordinates with custom-scripted remarks such as, “Is this some kind of a joke?”, “This is beginning to look like another [insert target’s name here] clusterfuck.”, “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard!”, and “By the way, I screwed your wife.”

In 1987, the Foundation began marketing bogus investment securities to asshole Wall Street investment bankers. The Foundation’s sham money management company, Fidelity Investments, has sold over $2.1 billion in worthless investments to Wall Street motherfuckers, including $460 million to partners of Goldman Sachs alone. The jerks will never recover any of these funds because they were invested in instruments originated for sale to the public by the very same investment bankers, as well as in Glacier Global Partners, lottery tickets, Nigerian advance fee schemes and other sucker plays as permitted by the typically vague Wall Street language contained in the prospectuses.

A leader in Karmic innovation, the Comeuppance Foundation introduced the now-universal practice of compounding Bad Karma at usurious rates. An asshole’s accumulated Bad Karma can now triple in less than three years through the passage of time alone, even with no additions to principal.

For the most egregious assholes, those pricks even worse than 2012 Poster Boy Yaniv Blumenfeld, the Foundation conducts discreet interventions. The Foundation’s regulatory filings allude to these activities in a footnote referring to contractual relationships with Triple Canopy, Blackstone, Halliburton and local forensic cleaning companies.

“Thank you for all the kindness, support and compassion,” Blumenfeld said. “I am humbled by the love. Thank you.”

Glacier Global Workers Say Ronald McDonald A Better Boss Than Y-Bum

Glacier Global Partners' former unpaid interns say they are delighted at being paid real money for fewer than 18 hours of daily labor at their new workplace: McDonalds on Second and 39th

Glacier Global Partners LLP co-founder Yaniv Blumenfeld was in for a surprise when showed up for work on Tuesday, April 19 at 11:30 am. The deteriorating real estate investment firm’s Manhattan satellite office on 801 Second Avenue was completely abandoned.

Finding a Post-It note on the office door, Blumenfeld rode the elevator back up to the first floor and walked south on Second Avenue. Four blocks away he found his entire crew of office workers at a McDonalds restaurant. That morning Blumenfeld’s workers, most of whom are unpaid interns, had all taken new wage-paying McJobs.

McDonald’s restaurants, including the Manhattan location on 701 2nd Avenue (at 39th Street) held a national hiring day April 19 with the goal of filling 50,000 jobs nationwide.

When McDonald’s manager Andy Feldhuhn unwittingly offered Blumenfeld the role of promotional clown Ronald McDonald, Blumenfeld reportedly made such an angry scene that Feldhuhn almost had to call the police.

In an interview this week, Blumenfeld expressed bewilderment. “I understand that, for the unpaid interns, a paying job has appeal. But I can’t believe they’d give up the prestige of working for a third-tier investment firm in a fancy Second Avenue office.”

Especially stunning, Blumenfeld said, was the loss of his paid part-time director of development, Bob Underballs. A student at Manhattan’s Fashion Institute of Technology, Underballs had extensive experience installing art installations at SoHo art galleries. Blumenfeld is now accusing Underballs of taking the development job at Glacier Global in bad faith just weeks ago. “I think he just wanted to work in the Playgirl Building,” Blumenfeld sputtered.

We have to lay face down in his presence or else he feels disrespected

Workers say they were forbidden to make eye contact with Yaniv Blumenfeld

White Plains, New York-based Glacier Global intends to pursue legal action against all of the former employees based on a draconian non-compete agreement they signed. “They explicitly agreed not to share any of our proprietary information with any fast food restaurants or clogged plumbing snakers,” said a spokesman for Yaniv Blumenfeld, Yaniv Blumenfeld. “Technically they were not slaves, so they were in no way covered by the Emancipation Proclamation of 1863.” Blumenfeld insisted he was not to blame for failing to padlock the office door the previous evening, nor for any of the other catastrophes with which he has been associated.

A former Glacier Global Partners intern, now working the night shift at McDonalds’s, agreed to be interviewed provided she was not named. “At least McDonald’s won’t be a stain on my resume,” she said. Regarding Blumenfeld, “I’ll be happy if I never see that little fudgedrawers again.”

Mess with Yaniv Blumenfeld.

Don't Mess With Jesus.  Mess With Yaniv Blumenfeld.

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Vent your darkest emotions while engaging in financial flim-flamery, just like a real fourth-tier Wall Street banker!

The latest update makes Grand Theft Wall Street even more realistic.

In this update of Grand Theft Wall Street, you’ll engage in a single-player campaign to spread as much human misery and destroy as much value as possible, all while trying to shift the blame to the most unlikely scapegoats. In the series cheered (and criticized) for glorifying incompetent financial risk management, you’ll make horrendous blunders, lose massive sums of other peoples’ money, bitch slap your female interns, associate with other Wall Street lowlifes and do many, many other bad deeds. GTWS gives us characters with a level of superficiality so realistic, you’ll think you’re right on the trading floor of a Wall Street casino.

You play as Yaniv Blumenfeld, a mercurial, belligerent, stateless, undocumented Middle Eastern third-tier banker with a dark past. Socially and financially inept, you nevertheless recruit a team of unpaid interns who soon discover you may have fibbed a bit in your tales of success. You parlay your talents and a $1.0 million stake from demented elderly relatives into a $35 million pyramid of debt you’ve named Glacier Global Partners. Along the way you pick up some very bad habits and associates. The longer we stay with Yaniv, the more we see that there is a broken human being inside, one who would give anything to escape the person he once was.

Bugfixes in this update of the Grand Theft Wall Street action-adventure video game:

  • fixed an intermittent bug where a virtual subordinate did a good job but the Yaniv Blumenfeld character malfunctioned and failed to feel threatened and make it his mission to destroy the character, thereby undermining the game’s realism
  • fixed a bug which allowed disabling of the Yaniv character’s ‘narcissistic sociopath’ and ‘prima donna’ behaviors, resulting in unrealistic gameplay scenarios
  • fixed a bug where the Yaniv character tipped generously at a strip club
  • fixed a bug where the Yaniv character fucked up a financial projection spreadsheet causing a deal blew to up in his face (so far, so good; Where’s the bug?). BUT then not only did the Yaniv character intermittently fail to detonate a hissy fit, he failed to go into scapegoat mode (i.e., trying to blame a broker, colleague, subordinate or Hamas for his own blunder); shitstorm mode also failed to engage
  • fixed an intermittent bug where the blundering Yaniv character failed to enter ‘enhanced’ scapegoat mode (i.e., the Yaniv character spreading malicious false rumors about his intended scapegoats, sniping at the scapegoats in meetings, displaying the scapegoats’ severed heads on pikes, using their blood for his cave paintings, and leaving their bodies unburied to be devoured by dogs, etc. ‘Acts of God’ added to the list of targets the Yaniv character can blame for catastrophes resulting from his own negligence or stupidity.
  • fixed a graphic error which caused the stocky, diminutive Blumenfeld to appear taller than Joe Pesci and R2-D2
  • fixed an intermittent bug where the Yaniv character uncharacteristically put in a full day’s work while allowing a subordinate to leave early for a gynecological appointment
  • Yaniv Blumenfeld Partying

    Yaniv Blumenfeld partying in 'Grand Theft' style.

  • fixed a bug that generated a scenario in which the Yaniv character competently and courageously landed a stricken U.S. Airways jet airliner in the Hudson River and acted selflessly to save the lives of all the passengers (yeah, in what alternate universe?)
  • fixed an intermittent bug where a Glacier Global Partners LLP real estate deal inexplicably made economic sense, investors were pleased and nobody got ripped off
  • fixed a bug where the Yaniv character paid a sincere compliment to a female colleague instead of spreading vile rumors about her to his cronies
  • fixed a bug where a toady didn’t let the Yaniv character win at Halo during a Glacier Global partner meeting
  • fixed a bug where the Yaniv character went off his anti-psychotic medication and nothing unusual happened
  • fixed a bug where the Yaniv character started paying his bills in full on time for no particular reason
  • fixed an intermittent bug where the Yaniv character’s face failed to turn red and become grotesquely distorted during a clusterfuck sequence
  • fixed the bug where instead of pretending that you never told him important information that you for certain had told him and being angry at you, the Yaniv character pretends you told him good news that you never did and is pleased with you
  • fixed the bug where instead of it being all about the Yaniv character all the time, it was a little bit about someone or something else occasionally
  • fixed a bug in the graphic algorithm which, during brown-nosing mode, caused the Yaniv character’s head to appear less than fully embedded
  • corrected a bug in the rate of speed that disconsolate investors fall after leaping to their welcome deaths from the Playgirl Building. Corrected bounce height and trajectory of investors hitting the pavement and motor vehicles on Second Avenue. Corrected audio to replace fart sound with splat.
  • for added pomposity added reverb effect to “I have spoken!”, the phrase the Yaniv character tacks on the end of his every statement.
  • fixed a timing bug in which the Yaniv character would say, “Who did that?” before farting himself
Do the math!

Do the math!