THe 25 MoST DaNGeRouS PeoPLe In FiNaNCiaL MeDiA

williambanzai7's picture

The Reformed Broker, Downtown Josh Brown, published his list of the 25 Most Dangerous People in Financial Media  on HuffPo yesterday (dangerous meaning dangerous to the kleptofraud TPTB). There are many who are not on the the list and there are some who may not belong on the list. It's just one man's list.

Link: Here

Josh got one important thing absolutely right. At the top of the list are: Max Keiser, Stacy Herbert and Tyler Durden. 

I have said this many times before, I am greatful to count these people, all 15 of them, as associates. I am grateful to be able to post on their websites without any kind of editorial censorship. I am greatful for the quality of the community that calls both Zero Hedge and Keiser Financial Wars their home.

This post is a tribute to Max, Stacy, Tyler, Josh and a few others who are on the Banzai7 Notable Enemies of Kleptofraudtocracy list. It is also a thank you to The Limerick King for his well metered contributions to Banzai7's posts.

Lastly, I am greatful that Josh Brown put me at the number 10 position on the list. I'll settle for a 10 anytime (except on a golf course).





For Cronys who cheated and lied
Beware the new Bonnie & Clyde
The Keiser Report
Will find every wart
That Cronys are trying to hide

The Limerick King



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blindfaith's picture



Congradulations William.....

Sadly, As far as the average completely uninformed American is concerned, FuffPost is looked at as a lefty bunch, and Zero Hedge as loonies who are trying to bring down capitalism in America.  And, that is just the ones who feel like reading, the rest rely on right wing radio and tv and are told what to think and believe without question.  That leaves about 100,000 who have a clue what the hell is going on for real.

williambanzai7's picture

No matter where you go, you can always turn further left or right.

There are also extremists and nut jobs in both directions.

People who are too lazy to think for themselves also reside in both directions.

I always respect someone who says this is who I am and this is where I stand. Not where some asshole told me to stand.

One thing I noticed about HuffPo yesterday, they have social media geniuses working the design of their site. They could give Facebook a run for the money if they wanted to.

TrulyStupid's picture

There is no left or right, only up and down.

YHC-FTSE's picture

Yeah, I saw this yesterday and was so pleased for you. Congrats - well deserved.

Now that you guys have poked your collective heads above the parapet, you're going to draw the wrong sort of attention. It's just a matter of time before some of these chaps in the top 10 get that knock on the door from a "fan" and "investor" with a fistful of cash asking them to do a special commission/article praising one of TPTB for the sake of "balance", "diversity", and "freedom". It might be someone you know and respect who suggest bending your principles a little. It might be a lot of money. I hope all of you chaps will tell them what to do (Or even better, take their money and fuck 'em). 

janus's picture

sara eisen:

janus intends to fuck you till you cannot remember your name.

radiant jewell/ mystical wife.





tom keane,

janus is a big fan.  take good care of my girl till i get to ny-ny.  

here's one for you, T.

i like my sugar sweet,


janus's picture

lil play-list to begin...

tell em who we and truth @ 10000 dollahs a show.  five copies for momma....very good idea.

Lord, why'd ya have to give me a girly-soundin name like worries, God and janus are on very good terms:

(GO STATE!!!)  you won't believe the janus experience with the strarkville PO-lice...and those in oktibbiha county.   sorry, boyZ in blue...janus didn't mean to freak you out.

(i am the BULLGOD, bitcheZ...thanks kid) comes the dead-dog -- let's have ourselves a time.


many things are puzzling bout janus...for example, i arrived in boston on 11-11-11.  nuff said.  i live at 39 XXXXXX in #3.  my call sign at the cab-business is 1-3-6.  but that's nuthin.

the car i drive:

an american beauty...  5.7 liters.  350 cu in. displacement.  a torque converter.  glass-packs and custom exhaust.  a "vineyarders" sticker on the back. i could go short, a mutha fuckin pimp ride.  stay jealous.  1996 Buick ROADMASTER-- station wagon...longest wheel base evah produced.  outta my fuckin way, prius...janus is rollin through.  what?  you sons a bitchez want more?  okay, well, the car has a name.  i did not endow it thus...but a name is a name...Lucifer.  yup!  spooky, no? a beast in disguise.

now, on to bigger things.

prometheus, fetch me a spark, boy! janus needs some tobacco...ahhhhh, bettah.

so this happened in the the inception.  janus barely knew his way to logan international; and it's a good thing i did; as i didn't want to waste time asking directions.  i won't tell you the address from which i lifted this son of a bitch -- as it's spooky as Hell, too.  just trust that it matters.  

at this time (that'd bee the time i arrived in this fair city) i'd been readin a lot of t.s. eliot and listening to a whole bunch of leonard cohen; and so, when first i heard his name, i thought to myself, "that would be one hell of a name for a cat...eliot cohen."

yup, janus found himself trapped in a cab with one of america's foremost policy experts.  the mutha fucker himself, Eliot Cohen; that's the one indeed, of PNAC fame. sorry to say, he was a great guy...but i didn't let him off easy.

"so where are you from" asks cohen.

"alabama...but it's a long story." janus responds.

we talked about all manner of things...and that's all good and everything...but, and i think he knew this, i was both hung-over (like a mutha fucker) and stoned.  nevertheless, i reckon he accepted it all in good humor.  i am supremely competent...the clever ones know special.

judge janus if you like...i do what the fuck i please. it's all about the rock and roll. who among you has had the mind of america in your backsea?t...and what would you do if he were there?

well, janus decided to lecture him...on what? foreign policy.  and I'M RIGHT!

long story shory, i told ole cohen that we should break the world into sections; each of which should be governed by chosen nation-states...spheres of influence, if you will.  a great idea whose time has come.

anyway, back to our banter...

janus had no fuckin clue who he was.  at first, he told me he was a professor at john's hopkins; and, co-inkidinks a-plenty, one of janus's ole high-school bruthas is a grad of john's hopkins...a nerdy brain surgeon.

"no, not the medical school"  eliot replies.

"oh, then you must be attached to the school of international studies?"

at this point he knew that janus knew what the fuck he was talkin about.




"i know that name...XXXX never forgets a've written in the CFR; haven't you?"

"yes, there and other places." replies cohen.

"ho ho ho...well, we both know that the other places don't mattah much."  sez janus.

"no, they don''d you end up driving a cab?"

"by design...fret not, mr. cohen.  the world is in its proper order and God is in His heaven."

"no, really, how'd you end up in a cab?" he asks with genuine sincerity. answer...and an inversion of things.

"so, mr. cohen, let's discuss the middle east..."  demands janus

"the arab spring has been interesting..."

"no shit it has...more than interesting, it's been a watershed.  funny thing is, we've got to now deal with the shia and the persian.  what think you regarding this?"

"starve the persian feed the arab" 

"janus knows the ole anglo mantra...and, whether or not it's true, these persians have asserted themselves, and to great effect.  what's to be done?"

no real answer, only a muted, rephrased question..."what do you think should be done?"

well, janus let loose on a screed that would rock the world.  i am the chosen one; and it's incumbent of one such as me that i inform important folks all proper-like how things are gonna unfold.

make no mistake, iran...janus HATES the mullahs.  your best are HERE in america...waiting.  are you ready, persia?  time to sit down at the big-boy table and deal.  can you handle it?  it takes a bunch of sand...and we all know you're all saturated in sand over there.  so,  bitcheZ, grow the fuck up.  your theocracy is madness; and your people suffer endlessly for this nonsense.  The Prophet would not abide your insolence...nor does janus.  do not fuck with the west...we are ready to broker; understand that the terms are BINDING.  time to play, iran.  YOU ARE INVITED.

back to cohen...

i could go on; but i want to get back to my music and my thinking.... in the mean-time, here's the letter i sent mr. cohen to fuck with him all rock and roll style.  but, all the same, i meant it as a genuine invitation.  

sit at MY table bitcheZ.  sit or starve.  janus rules (for a few years at least -- sic transit gloria):

Dear Mr. Cohen (forgive my failing to append the “Dr.” to your name, but, as I’ve said, I’m not terribly keen on PHDs these days),

Perhaps it’s improvident that I initiate contact with one of America’s foreign policy architects after imbibin six beers; but for one so recently expelled from school, improvidence is part and parcel to my new milieu.

After we parted, I went home to check and make sure you were the man I reckoned you were; and, sure enough, your bio confirmed all the estimations I’d suddenly assembled as we pulled into the terminal.

Being a Calvinist, I leave lots of stuff to Providence/Fate (whatever you prefer; note, however, that they’re both capitalized); and although I figured it best to take what I could from our conversation and just let that be that, I couldn’t shed this compulsion to clarify; or should I say, elaborate on our discussion.

My reticence to contact you is but a function of my insecurity: I’m sure you and your hoi polio amigos will have a hay-day laughing at me, the country-fried rube, as you peruse the following.  I reckon you’ll stroke your chin, cluck your tongue, and chortle when you share the contents of this email with your well-educated, excessively-cerebral and boundlessly insolent colleagues.  Even so, the scorn and impudence of academia has never intimidated me; and so, I figure it shouldn’t now (even though you occupy a chair which I esteem, at a university I revere…so, I guess it’s fair to say that I respect you and your institution – even though I condemn the industry of ‘higher education’ with passionate contempt).

Now, down to business:

I read (and in some cases reread) your Washington Post opeds and whatnot; and, suffice it to say, I’m impressed.  But what really impelled my decision to contact you were two recent deaths and an article in The New York Review of Books.  With respect to the former, I mourned (and am still mourning) the passing of a personal hero, Christopher Hitchens.  I mean to say, what the hell?!  Who can fill such cavernous and perspicacious shoes?  We’ve lost a truly great man; and it’s not like we’re bereaved some doddering fool way past his prime …no, this man was just hitting his stride.  It’s such a titanic tragedy that I cannot fully metabolize it as yet; the void can never be filled.  Hitch’s death has pitted a yawning cavity in Western Thought; let us pray that rot and decay do not set in.  And as complement to said deprivation, we get the long-awaited death of kim jung il…may God damn his soul to rot in hell.  May the northern side of Asia’s eastern-most peninsula abound in peace and prosperity (and here I’ll say that I do not often question God, but I am still petitioning the Most High for an answer…’why, oh why, did You not permit my hero hearing the wonderful news: that asia’s most pernicious tyrant had slipped the surly bonds of his ephemeral pleasure – vice and depravity --  and was en route to Dante’s Ninth Circle?’...the answer is not forthcoming).     Now, concerning the latter (the New York Review of Books article): as I read the review of Secretary Rice’s memoir, my thoughts kept retracing our conversation.

At a certain point, you asked the impossible of me; specifically, you inquired as to my overarching estimation of world affairs. Not only am I unable to condense such a grand and over-wrought concept into a cogent and pithily phrased totem, I cannot begin to make sense of our prospects over-the-horizon without some answers.  This is where you come in.  I will not ever put my deepest thoughts on the internet; nor will I readily share them with strangers.  And at the time you inquired, I figured you were some mid-level functionary at Johns Hopkins; and, frankly, I didn’t think you were adequate to my appraisals (my apologies).  After I heard you speak with poignant and thoughtful erudition viz. another hero of mine, Evelyn Waugh, I recognized that I wasn’t speaking with your run-of-the-mill professor. 

Now, professor, I want to make you an offer:  Insofar as I refuse to elaborate on these thoughts of mine, especially on line, where they may someday be used against me, I will share them with you in a private setting.  There are a few questions for which I’m desperate for answers, and I consider it your ethical obligation to provide such answers; inasmuch as you’ve devoted your life to shepherding young men like me unto understanding, it’s incumbent that you take the time to inform the mind of my generation’s greatest thinker (yours truly) as to America’s role, its foreign policy, its intent, and, most importantly, the philosophy that undergirds its actions.  Now, with respect to the offer, I’ll treat you to a meal and as many drinks as you can down in ANY joint in this fair town.  Go ahead, demand a four hundred dollar meal at the park plaza…I’ll pay whatever for this opportunity.  But, all the same, it’s probably more gentlemanly of you to settle on something like Bernard’s in Chestnut Hill (my favorite place in Boston…so far).

Oh, by the way, if you’re some kind of queer or pervert, I’m cool with all that; but, don’t mistake my intent.  I love my wife, and am totally satisfied with the old-fashioned stuff (I know you elites can get a bit weird…no offence or anything; I know you all went to boarding schools, and are therefore blameless with respect to Freudian ‘aberrations’….but, all the same, I’ve received some very strange offers here in Newton; and it can be off-putting). 

Also, I’d like to add that you’re one hell of a writer.  I’m certain you’re aware of your aptitude (telling a good writer that he’s got “it” is like telling a pretty girl she’s gorgeous…they all know, but they like to hear it nonetheless).  Even so, I wanted to praise you for your most reflective and endearing piece in The Post:  “A Hawk Questions Himself…”  That was damned good writing; you allowed your wit and thought to deviate from the constraints of dissertational and didactic blather, you let your soul steer your sentiments, and you ended up with brilliance!  And, although I don’t know if you lifted this from some other great mind, I’ll go ahead and credit it to you: “History provides context and perspective, not lessons.”  Worthy of Bartlett’s, my brother.

PS.  If you’re concerned that you may be wasting your time with an irrelevant no-body; let me allay all such concerns: you will be wasting your time with an irrelevant nobody…but, one who may have a bit more influence than any reasonable person could assume…again, I can’t elaborate.

PPS.  Do not be concerned that your name will ever, in any way, be mentioned.  I am a Southern Gentleman; and will hold all contents of our conversation in the strictest of confidence.

“I think we are in Rat’s Alley/ where the dead men lost their bones"

so, Mr. Cohen, sorry about the public had your chance, bitch.

peace out,






Stormy Weather's picture

It's cool and all, but when the only real "dangerous" opponents of a fascist system are bloggers there is room to be worried.

q99x2's picture

Most dangerous opponent is the self-destructive force of fraud. It will end just don't know when. The technocrats were kicked out of Argentina and iceland. When the collapse happens globally they will have no where to run.

Flying Tiger Comics's picture

Reinhardt? Enterprise Corruption?


His only sin was being correct too often.

mt paul's picture

give me zero hedge

or give me [ economic ] death...

SAT 800's picture

Excellent poster. Also, Max looks like he has some real possibilities as a classy gangster.

williambanzai7's picture

As of this moment, I am in third place in the reader rankings of that HuffPost.

I am very happy to be there, right behind Max, Stacy and Tyler.

Thanks again everyone.

SAT 800's picture

As we say in Mexico, "propio".  In Americans, you own it; no need to say thank you.

palmereldritch's picture

Congrats Bill, Tyler, Max and Stacey...don't let their disinfo inclusion of those Bloomberg MSM poseur piggybackers dilute your fear of it ever going to your heads!...thanks for always keeping it REAL!!

Nobody For President's picture

Beyond well deserved. Congrats to the photoshop Ninji.

the grateful unemployed's picture

so that's Belusi in Animal House? my advice to you is, start drinking heavily.

Chumbadumba's picture

Yay, WB7!!

#26: Chumbadumba!!

earleflorida's picture

a tip of the hat from the "drudge' would greatly be appreciated

what ya say, matt 

Yen Cross's picture

 Without Looking " Banzai-7". > you nailed it!

   Where in the heck is (J.R.)? I know he is a massive no Gov. Libertarian.

   Campaign speeches J.R.?

grunk's picture

Where's Becky Quick? Where's Maria Bartiromo?

Cramer? Oh, wait, must be before the steroids era.



tsuki's picture

Thank you for including Taibbi. 

Squid-puppets a-go-go's picture

notable omission

come to think of it, its a notable omission from tyler's 'Zero Hedge reads' column on the left

dogbreath's picture

YES!!   see my posts above and the douche antar is on the list.

The Limerick King's picture

Let me just add what a pleasure it is to be allowed to play in the WB7 sandbox. I'm astounded every day by the quality of the images he produces, the depth of his symbols and imagery, and how prolific his genius has become. We are watching a true satirical master at work. Most of all, thanks for the many gut-busting laughs Banzai...please keep them coming!!!


Wakanda's picture

Rock on LK! 

The pen is mightier than the fraud.

i-dog's picture

WB's imagery is made doubly (triply?) focussed by your rapier poetry, TLK! MANY THANKS!!!

TruthInSunshine's picture

You're not so bad yourself, Limerick King.

I wish you posted your prose more often.

Nobody For President's picture

And you, Mr. King, have been producing some wonderful icing on the Banzai cake. 

blindman's picture

cheers mr. banzai7 !

nmewn's picture

"25 Most Dangerous People in Financial Media...At the top of the list are: Max Keiser, Stacy Herbert and Tyler Durden."

Not necessarily in that order.

And we need more Banzai Bluto's not less ;-)


Banzai made the list too... probably contributed to Tyler's top placement on same list...


Just read:

and noticed there was no mention of zerohedge...

Sooo... I took the liberty and added one, poorly written sentense at the end of the "Cultural impact" section.

The sentense was: "An online financial "fight club" adopted Tyler Durden name for some of it's contributors."

My addition was promptly reverted due to the info being "Unnotable"

Really??? unnotable???



DeficitAlchemist's picture

My personal goal to make the top 200 list.. with my lessor outpourings on 'GlobalStagflation site I have, and youtube economic rants.." thanks to the wise sceptics for providing so much of my fodder.. I hope to have a tip Book out on 'How to not only survive, but Thrive in the coming economic apocalypse'. Its title is 'The New World Dis-Order'..

It is stuffed with sourced ZH materials amongst others would love an official/testimonial from the legendary Durden and team.. Please contact me if you'll considerate it.

Long live the great coming debt reset and bretton woods 2.0 moment because then we can end this big lie.

Hope to hear from you guys and genuine gratitude to you all.. you should get some direct payment..for the value but grateful you 'free'.

Keep up the top stuff.. so lets call this lovefest/bromance over for now till 'reset party day'.

Be well too all board participants, who have been hilarious too.



James's picture

Deficit Alchemist suggested - "so lets call this lovefest/bromance over for now till 'reset party day'".

Bromance over?? Over you say??

Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?

No! No I say! I"ll tell you when it's over!

Personally, I hope all involved hat size grows an inch prompting them to do even better in their future!!

Already said it once but i'll say it again -Great Job!!


DeficitAlchemist's picture

I Think the 'bromance over' bit was misunderstood or more likely my lack of clarity.. to blame.. so for clarity, full respect indefinetly to the guys.. I'll just stop being soppy about it, till we have the moment of truth we all realise is due and can go back to an honest societal system, at least forawhile anyway.

The economic reset point is far from attained and the raging against the machine needs to continue and the effort will get more bloody till the Ponzi precipitators are made to relent..

DeficitAlchemist's picture

I Think the 'bromance over' bit was misunderstood or more likely my lack of clarity.. to blame.. so for clarity, full respect indefinetly to the guys.. I'll just stop being soppy about it, till we have the moment of truth we all realise is due and can go back to an honest societal system, at least forawhile anyway.

The economic reset point is far from attained and the raging against the machine needs to continue and the effort will get more bloody till the Ponzi precipitators are made to relent..

Jay Gould Esq.'s picture

The "financial media," as a body, is comprised of a considerable number of personalities -- the overhelming majority of whom offer nothing whatever of merit, and are predominantly worthless shills for the Financial Establishment. That said, WB7, as one of the venerable Twenty-Five, you and your twenty-four peers are the proverbial burrs under the saddles of the moneyed banking elite...

Mentaliusanything's picture

Congratulations again! a well deserved rating, one earned not by payment but perseverance to a just cause.

If a picture is worth a thousand words. a thousand pictures by you has set many minds free.

The Curtain is becoming thinner as your light shines through.

The best Kabuki I have ever seen ;)))))




BLACK_DOG's picture

Again: "Day after day I continue to be amazed at how well informed & intelligent my fellow ZH contributors are." 



Bob's picture

That was fucking great.

And congrats, guys!

ebworthen's picture

Kudos to you and the other nominees!

Excellent WB7 coffee mugs here:

Time for me to add some more to my collection, I'd swear it makes the coffee taste better - and certainly puts a smile on my face in the morning. 

Good talking points with my kids too so I can explain to them the theft and legerdemain that is occurring related to each theme/character.


diogeneslaertius's picture

i pledge undying hatred towards every form of tyranny over the mind of man


and i would give the shirt off my back to you, you magnificent bastards

diogeneslaertius's picture

Reluctantly they crowned their king
Upon his shoulders placed the burden
In his mind the trap penning
Constructed with precision
And with the force of timeless rage
He shattered from repose most sage
A planetary gilded cage
Invented as his prison

Alexandre Stavisky's picture

His vision, from the constantly passing horrors,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no real world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.

Liberty?  No, nothing but bars, keepers, and stale air.

And the occasional ZeroHedge Armageddon fare.

Alexandre Stavisky's picture

:Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.
2:  And five of them were wise, and five were foolish.
3:  They that were foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them:
4:  But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps.
5:  While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.
6:  And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.
7:  Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps.
8:  And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out.
9:  But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.
10:  And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut.
11:  Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us.


BUT THE DOOR WAS SHUT.  Wisdom and purpose.  Rarely found in the same vessel.

This is the LORD'S doing; it is marvellous in our eyes

Maybe Tavakoli deserves a mention?