Bankers look to be untouchable, unteachable, impregnable

THIS is a letter of hate. It is for you, my countrymen. I mean those men of my country who have defiled it. The men with manic fingers leading the sightless, feeble, betrayed body of my country to its death. You are its murderers, and there’s little left in my own brain but the thoughts of murder for you.
Those are not my words, but the words of the polemicist and playwright John Osborne in 1961 from his defining book Damn you, England in protest at the post-war state of his country.