They're tall and lean, immaculately groomed, with just a touch of grey at the temples. They are the movers and shakers, the people who really matter, the ones who take the chances for us so the rest of us can relax and doze away in our drab and smug complacent little lives.

They move with a lethal grace, athletic, deadly, their grey suits are of the finest cut and quality but are rumpled from a long night's dangerous work. These are the men, the cold courageous warriors who shield us from the unwashed horrors of the world. They are our champions, our leaders, our finest class, our unsung heroes. The finest breeding, the best educations, but all tempered in the only school that matters, the world of action and competition, they are the warriors of the marketplace. Crisp, clear, sophisticated; icy intelligences and incorruptible morals, we owe them our lives and our freedoms.

At least, that's how they see themselves. The rest of us know they're just white trash with money.