We’ve understand, if Robert G. Burton gains control of your business, the first time you turn your back, the majority of your company’s talent, equity and potential will instantaneously and inexplicably disappear.
If I were an aging cretin jock, seemingly possessing less intelligence than one of Buffet’s turds, I wouldn’t even try?
I’d intimidate my way in, gut their equity, and cut the work force to a skeleton crew marginally capable of maintaining temporarily operations. Let the capital gain from the gutted equity hit the bottom line, in addition to any short-term savings realized from the work force reductions, and call it profitability. I’d simultaneously virulently boast about the new found efficiencies and profitability, all due to myself. I’d give myself a huge bonus for a job well done, and then sellout the scraps to some group of overconfident nerds as a revitalized, lean organization.
Then I’d do it again. Hey, whatever works! Right?