Wednesday, January 16, 2002 | |||
THE ROAD TO RUIN | |||
There is a rule applied in accounting circles known as standard industry practice. In a nutshell, it allows for the treatment of transactions according to standard industry practice, even if that treatment might not be standard outside a particular industry. There is additional guidance for companies to continue accounting on the basis of past practice, even if it is not strictly in conformity with GAAP, on the basis of consistency in certain situations. Do it once and you've set a precedent for future transactions. | |||
It is easy to see how things could get suddenly out of control utilising this standard. Once a trasaction has been structured a particular way, it sets the precedent for all to follow. If the company seems to thrive, business is booming, and the market is happy, there doesn't appear to be any reason to look more closely. To change the practice midstream would present several problems. | |||
First, it would require a change in consistency which would require an additional paragraph within the unqualified audit opinion. This could lead to closer examination of past practice and potentially open up a can of worms. Second, if the change is ultimately deemed a change from non-GAAP to GAAP, it would also require restatement of prior year earnings. This most likely would result in lower rather than higher earnings. Third, it would imply an admission of bad judgement in the first instance. This could be a tough pill to swallow and would be politically unpalatable unless new management and or auditors were brought on board. | |||
It is all too easy to understand the slow road to ruin taken innocently enough by that first step several years ago at Enron. Rules were being stretched and an old company was being transformed into a trading powerhouse for the future. Industry practice was being created. What precedent existed for such a feat? With each new transaction, questions would be raised. What was different about this transaction? How did we account for the last? What are the implications? If it was substantially equivalent to the previous transaction, it would be handled the same way. In structuring the suspect entities, this was the most likely train of thought. | |||
Lest anyone be too smug about the demise of Enron, this same road is taken countless times and in many different ways each and every day. I recall a Director in our German office who once came to me with the idea that we should have a form for lost expense slips. This would make it easier for others when they got left in the airport lounge, as his evidently did. Had we actually implemented this procedure, the exception would have become the rule. There are many other examples that I could give where one isolated action leads to the rule. I know you have even come across many yourselves. So a word to the wise. Make certain your first step is the right first step. Otherwise, unwittingly you could be setting the stage for your own personal road to ruin. | |||
Monday, January 14, 2002 | |||
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS | |||
It was 8:00 p.m. on a damp February night and papers were piled high in the office. A chill ran up Morris's spine. There were over 30 partnerships. On the surface, each entity was carefully crafted to meet the test of an independent party. So many different investors and the tremendous volume of activity. What was the substance of these transactions? Another chilling thought. No, this was a great company. This was the new company. These thoughts were counterproductive. Still, switching the lights out, Morris contemplated the implications of what he was thinking. | |||
Dreams were riddled with numbers and entities. There was something in the shadows. Each relationship was represented by a different number. Relationships within relationships. How much checking had been done of these relationships? If A owned B and B owned 49% of C and A owned 49% of C, wasn't this ownership in excess of the threshold for consolidation? Was it material? How wide ranging was this practice? How would they ever trace it all? Another sleepless night of numbers. | |||
Early in the morning there was more talk about budgets. "We need your report Morris. What is the status of your field work? The timetable is rapidly falling behind. What can we cut?" This wasn't a good time to talk about reservations. Maybe he should come back. No, it had to be said. Morris cleared his throat. "I'm not comfortable with the substance of transactions related to these partnerships." "Substance Morris?" Stew was cutting. "And just what is the substance?" Anger flooded through Morris. Stay cool. "The bottom line is that the form looks clean. Each and every transaction has been meticulously crafted to just fall short of detailed disclosure and consolidation requirements. I'm just not comfortable. We need more time." "Look Morris, this is a big client and a big job. If I say that we have a problem and we start sending false signals to the market, do you have any idea what kind of damage that could do to a company that exists on its ability to flawlessly execute millions of trading transactions?" Stew looked straight into Morris's eyes. Morris had never seen him so direct. "If you are going to make a statement like this, I need evidence," Stew continued, "And it had better be material. Let me call in Ken." | |||
Ken walked in briskly with a coffee cup in his hand. "What's Up?" Stew started, "It's Edron. Morris is concerned about the substance of the transactions at Edron." Ken was easy going. "Hey these guys are whiz kids. If we can't understand the transactions, no-one can. I know it's tough but lets try to be as accommodating as we can. I understand your concerns Morris but we'll need substantial evidence, and quickly, to change our view on Edron. Talk it through with them. Get some explanations." Morris agreed and felt better to have unloaded his reservations. He left the room and made a few phone calls. | |||
Ken took Stew by the side. "Look Stew, this is our second biggest client and a top earner for the firm. Edron is getting accolades from every business journal going. There's another gala just next week and we've been invited. If we give them a tough time, we'll lose this account. I'm not prepared to lose a key account from the most innovative company on the block just because of a little creative accounting. We have a reputation to uphold. If anyone can find a common ground, Anderton can." | |||
Stew was afraid that Morris just wasn't going to be able to cut it. As a supervisor, he was methodical. This job just might be bigger than he could handle. Let's see, who can I find? He picked up the phone. "John, Stew here. Have you got time for a little chat?" John came in with his usual smile and relaxed good looks. John was a powerhouse within the firm. He knew how to bring projects in on-time and on-budget. In his short time with the firm, Stew had always been impressed with John's delivery. | |||
"How can I help?" John was always eager to please. Stew admired this quality most. "How about giving Morris a hand on Edron. He's got some reservations about the substance of some partnerships." "Sexy stuff," said John. "I'll give him a ring this minute. Thanks Stew." Stew relaxed. He'd done his job. John would straighten it out. Ken was right. Edron was progressive. Better get used to this kind of accounting. Things had been conservative for too long. | |||
On December 2, 2001 Enron filed for protection in the biggest corporate bankruptcy in U.S. history. For those of you who find it unfathomable that such a situation could have materialised, the above little scenario might be helpful. As a CPA I am both shocked and understanding. It is a sad fact that independence can never be fully realised as long as the client is paying. Two great institutions have been caused irreparable harm and all they wanted to do was ensure the best interests of their clients and shareholders. | |||
Sunday, January 13, 2002 | |||
UNSHACKLED - REAL FREEDOM | |||
I have a beautiful coat that I cannot wear. For the last several years, it has been hemmed inside a dark closet. In spite of cold, frosty days when it can best serve the purpose for which is was made, it must be used secretly. Saved for the odd special outing, it must be hidden inside a private car. Instead of giving the freedom to walk, to feel the chill of the evening and the constrasting warmth which it provides, it is strictly a door to door accessory. Rather than a practical item, for which it was exquisitely created, it is a luxury only allowed for privileged occasions. This response to the threat from a few miscreants of society does nothing but perpetuate the negativity surrounding its creation making it the excessive item which it now is but certainly was never meant to be. | |||
Friends of my parents travelled with them to visit us at the end of October. I was in awe of the lovely rings Mrs. L wore and thought her very brave to wear them. But then she only laughingly said she'd purchased them exclusively for the trip. They were simply copies to wear for the real gems which were hidden away back home. Little did she realise she was taking her life in her hands by wearing such brilliant copies. | |||
Then there are those who live behind walled security. The reward for their hard work, for giving generously to charity, for creating thousands of jobs, for having the courage to believe in something bigger than themselves is increasing isolation. People who live to create a better society are prisoners in their own homes. This natural response to those who tear down instead of building up simply gives rise to more rage against the 'evils' of global capitalism. | |||
In all three of these situations we are ensuring that the forces pretending to love while taking away individual choice succeed in their mission. By failing to wear a beautiful coat when it is right to do so to stay warm, we are guilty as charged of excessive exploitative behaviour. By failing to wear beautiful rings which were given to celebrate the joy of a love which should never be hidden, both the wearer and the jewels are cast under shadows unable to proclaim their wonderful stories. But it is even worse for those who live behind walls in isolation. Would they not love to open up their homes? They who have created so many jobs, would be overjoyed to share mountains of wisdom and generosity with good souls seeking to build a better world. If only they could. If only they had the freedom to live without fear. | |||
A colleague of mine is fond of the saying, "He who squeaks the most, gets the most grease." We live in a misguided world of minority voices. Collectively we have a responsibility to utilise the world's resources wisely and I believe that we must put back what we take out. But isn't it time to unbundle this message from the actual use of any item which is in itself such a proclamation to the glory of creation? We stand only just above the quagmire of quicksand that extinguishs all reason in its wake. Is anyone brave enough to take the first step? Unshackle yourselves and proclaim the virtue of this new freedom to work hard, to proclaim the glory of creation and to praise God for the goodness he has bestowed on each and every one of us. It is your God given right to do so. | |||
Thursday, December 13, 2001 | |||
THE WAITING GAME | |||
The December issue of National Geographic magazine has been on my breakfast table for the last week and yesterday I finally got around to reading one of the lead articles, Abraham, the Father of Three Faiths. I'd understood the link between Abraham, Judaism and Christianity but somehow had never really comprehended the nuances of his link with Islam. | |||
For those of you who don't know the story, Abraham is around 75 years old when God calls him, to leave the land of his fathers, and to travel to a land that God will show him, the land of Canaan. Out of Abraham's faith God promises to make him a great nation. In a vision God promises this land to Abraham and his descendents who he proclaims will be so numerous that they will outnumber the stars in the heavens. But Sarah, Abraham's wife is childless. | |||
After ten years in Canaan Sarah is so desperate to give Abraham children that she lends him her Egyptian maid, Hagar. Hagar bears Ishmael for Abraham and from the very beginning his existence creates conflict. Sarah is jealous of Hagar and her son. Thirteen years on, when Abraham is 99 and Sarah is 90, God tells Abraham that in another year he will be a father again and his wife Sarah will bear him a child. | |||
The child is born, exactly as God has revealed and from this point in history we see the struggle between Ishmael, Isaac and their offspring. God promises Abraham that he will be the father of many nations and many kings; that his covenant will transfer to the descendents of Isaac; but he also foretells that from Ishmael will come twelve princes and that he will be the father of a great nation. | |||
In this culture, favour was always found in the eldest child. Ishmael was the older of the two children from Abraham's seed. Islam recognises Ishmael's right to the covenant while Judaism recognises the Biblical reference to Isaac. Today we see the result of this struggle, of Abraham's attempt to take things into his own hands, in the inability to reconcile the interests between the clans of two half brothers born almost 4,000 years ago. | |||
And so I wonder what would have happened if Abraham had waited. To modern time clocks, anything short of instant action would be a sign of weakness. Even in Abraham's day, suggestions to anyone that he was waiting for God would have raised quite a lot of laughter and chiding. And he did wait. He waited beyond any possible moment of hope in human terms. Thirteen years on and it would have been a terminal case. When angels visit Abraham confirming God's revelation of the upcoming birth of Isaac, they respond to Abraham's wonder, "Is anything too difficult for the Lord?" | |||
History is full of examples where consequences of actions give rise to present day conflicts but none so old or relevant to the world we live in now as this lesson from Abraham. So as we pat ourselves on the backs for a job well done fighting for freedom around the world, perhaps we would be wise to sit back and pray for some patience and perspective this Christmas. Actions based on good intentions appear to take us forward, but at what price and of what pain for future generations? | |||
Friday, November 2, 2001 | |||
LONE VOICES IN THE DARK | |||
When I lived in Germany I met people who were in a perpetual state of darkness and depression because mankind now has the ability to destroy himself. Whole dinner parties were devoted to the state of man's relationship to man and the earth in general. I've never met people anywhere else who had such a fixation on the subject of global Armageddon, but with recent events increasing the probability of rogue states and peoples acquiring and using biological, chemical and N - weapons on a massive scale, these fears are closer than ever before to reality. | |||
Today's headlines state that Bin Laden has begun a war against Christianity. So is this a new world war? This is a man addicted to his own power. His people are helpless victims seduced by clever packaging. But most frightening of all is the quiet acquiescence of people who should know better around the globe. | |||
There may be disagreement about the military campaign currently being undertaken in Afghanistan. There may be condemnation of certain aspects of the American way of life. There may be a fear of the freedom that capitalism can provide to people accustomed to oppressive regimes. But surely we can all agree that destroying the common earth, air and water that we all share is not in the best interests of any peoples in any land. | |||
And so I go back to my German friends whose lone voices in the dark quietly warned of the evil to come. Bin Laden has opened the spigot. If his actions are not widely condemned by Islamic leaders throughout the world, it just may be time for Galt's Gulch. Has Atlas finally Shrugged? | |||
Wednesday October 17, 2001 | |||
IMPRINTING A WORLD OF HATE FOR TOMORROW | |||
Disturbing scenes continue to haunt our dreams, even in these turbulent times. Over and over we see pictures of burning effigies of President Bush. This is not the beginning. These acts have been replayed countless times, often with children at the forefront. Adults are one force to be reckoned with, but it is the fact that children are being encouraged to participate that is deeply disturbing. | |||
Surely each of us knows someone who has been affected from a childhood experience which they blame for a pattern of self destructive behaviour in adulthood. Efforts to help are thwarted by the individuals themselves. No matter what solace or assistance is given, they return to their old ways. Endlessly retelling tales which will never go away, they constantly get into new situations adding fuel to the fire. They say they are being tested. In the end, the enemy is within. Except for an Act of God, there is no hope for change. | |||
Edward de Bono has an interesting way of visualising this process. Take a bowl of jelly. Heat some ink. Using a metered applicator, slowly let droplets of ink fall onto the jelly. The first drop will form a pattern. The second drop will ultimately find its way onto the previous pattern. Each subsequent drop, while creating new patterns, will flow into the others. Deep crevasses will be formed. This is how the brain makes connections. Each new input is measured and evaluated against the others. | |||
Understanding this process doesn't make the result any more palatable. If we cannot change the thinking of individuals we know within our own culture, how will we ever be able to deal with a world where such hatred has been inbred from birth? With every shot fired, every missile launched, every aerial bombing, we are adding more hatred to the world. The young people exposed to this onslaught now may never recover. A child at the most formative stage who loses parents or siblings, especially an innocent civilian, will be imprinted for life. Like Spielberg's A.I., these children will be programmed. Instead of the love of David, it will be the hate of Cain. | |||
In a similar way western nations have returned to old ways of retaliation. Even though the terrorist network is more widespread than the country of Afghanistan. Even though the relentless bombing is creating havoc in the lives of a people who were already living on the edge. We save American lives while we commit endless acts of destruction on a defenseless people. If we believe in Christian values of love, if we really believe that "vengeance is mine," sayeth the Lord, our actions state the opposite. Our response is just as violent as the men who shattered so many lives on September 11 in the name of their peaceful, non-violent religion. | |||
The people of Afghanistan are human beings. If all men are created equal, a position which the American Constitution asserts, these people need protection. As Colin Powell stated in yesterday's The Wall Street Journal, they need trade, an opportunity to make a livelihood, not aid. When we feed them, we keep them dependent on us for support. How long would any American put up with a hand to mouth existence without turning to more lucrative, perhaps subversive ventures for survival? Our own soldiers cannot exist for one week without a pep rally from pop stars. | |||
Britain and the U.S. have gotten themselves into a quandary. Bombing Taliban camps may eliminate some military hardware, but sooner or later they must go in. And then what? Our soldiers are soft. Our adversaries are experienced at surviving tough conditions. We were better off taking the position of slow infiltration, of cutting off the supply of funds to known terrorists throughout the world, of fortifying and protecting our interests. The soft solution of continued bombing, a show of force to punish an unseen enemy, is not an option. We cannot afford the consequences for tomorrow. Let's put an end to this hate and get on with living and loving. It is our only hope. | |||
Wednesday October 3, 2001 | |||
CULTURE BOUND | |||
We are all 'in the soup' of global relationships. Anticipating upcoming encounters, we read up on cultural attributes. Chances are, our partner has also done their homework. The resulting behaviour may be similar, but what about the way we think? | |||
This evening we entertained 37 Japanese visitors. On meeting an esteemed Professor, we both bowed. Another colleague, half his age, quickly shook hands. The Professor was looking on. For me, shaking hands was a more intimate gesture. It felt awkward leaving the Professor out. | |||
Later in the evening we introduced the Ruskin quote, "There is no wealth but life." A Japanese friend had previously translated it for us using symbols for both wealth and life with a double negative. This group completely rejected the translation. Symbols for wealth and life were incompatible on the same page. Someone took out a bottle of black ink , while another provided the paper and a brush. One by one, twelve individuals took turns writing out their own versions of this phrase. They are now laid out side by side on the drawing room floor. Not one is the same. Our friend who prepared the original translation is delighted. | |||
When I was working in Germany, we often held meetings where not one individual was from the same country. Each of us could answer yes to the same question, but each of us meant something completely different. It was hard work. The effort required to accomplish a genuine consensus increased geometrically in proportion to the number of cultures that had to be crossed. | |||
The most important factor in achieving success on any mission is communication. So it's no surprise that the greatest impediment is our inability to understand how others think. We are culture bound and the only sure thing is that great patience and energy will be required to overcome obstacles along the way. | |||
Sunday September 30, 2001 | |||
PERSISTENT VULNERABILITY | |||
What exactly was the purpose of the attack perpetrated on September 11? Was it to send a message or was it the beginning of a strategic assault on a country which values freedom above tyranny, liberty above oppression and the law to set man free? I pray that it was a message but fear we've not seen the end. | |||
Today is Harvest Sunday in the U.K. We are reminded of the horrors that have visited us in this country over the past year including petrol strikes, floods, train crashes and diseased livestock. In a poor country, we'd be on our knees. But we are not poor. We have a distribution system which ensures that our stores are well stocked regardless of what happens at home. In spite of the crippled rail system for much of the year, the economy thrived. People switched to cars or air travel. The additional cars lined the pockets of the treasury with lucrative fuel taxes and the low-cost airlines thrived. Rebuilding following the floods increased construction and kept the property market strong. The bail-outs for farmers forced to cull their stocks have kept prices high for livestock. The government poured the surplus into schools and hospitals creating more jobs. | |||
Similarly in the U.S., our hearts may be reeling from the senseless slaughter of innocent victims, but Americans will not be held back. They still have warm and comfortable homes. They still have fuel for their automobiles. They still have food on the table. They still have large stocks of grain in storage to feed starving nations around the world. They still have a health care system that ensures prompt medical attention rather than the long waiting lists over here. | |||
So it is with fear and trepidation that I issue a warning today. Everything these zealots despise still exists. With our soldiers on watch in distant corners of the world and a sense of normality returning, risk remains high. What would it take for a knock-down punch? I won't spell it out here. You know the answer. Shore up those internal defences now! | |||
Saturday September 29, 2001 |
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TOLERANCE BEGINS AT HOME | |||
Yesterday I found myself bombarded with alternative views. My minister e-mailed the program for our service on Sunday. It was an innocent enough act meant only to assist me in preparing for my role. Glancing down the sheet my eyes hit upon a confession giving me, the consumer, the blame for a multitude of ills currently facing the countryside. I couldn't believe that we would all be expected to say these words. In my heart I disagreed with the simplistic statements regarding a complex issue. It was all wrong. | |||
Earlier in the day I met with a neighbour who'd been away for several weeks. I was immediately criticised, as an American, for allowing contributions to Noraid to fund IRA bombs. There was even the implication that America was finally getting the terrorism it was due. | |||
Finally today while I was in the kitchen above the gardener's storage room, I heard voices. This is Saturday. Staff don't normally work on Saturday. I went down to see who was there and found volunteers diligently moving apples from the barrels for storage. My appearance surprised them. I reassured them I'd only wanted to know who was downstairs. Somehow I felt that I was infringing on them even though it was my home. | |||
So what was my response? Regarding the confession, I'll know tomorrow how it goes. Perhaps others will be challenged by these words. In any event, our new minister will only learn by doing. As for my neighbor, I pleaded ignorance to the issues and the crime but intend to learn more for the future. As for the kitchen incident? I think I should get a grip. Life is too short for fruitless misunderstandings. | |||
These issues have made me realise the daunting task which faces our world. To heal wounds, move forward, and unite along common values will require sensitivity from each and every one of us. We must learn to celebrate the differences and love one another. I suggest we all start practicing at home. | |||
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