June 08, 2006
the story of my life
I have a lot of money stuck in stocks and mutual funds now. See... I had this weird idea that if I invested well after I retired, I might actually... y'know... MAKE MONEY from betting on my country. I think I may have fucked up.
I've lost my hat, shirt and a large chunk of my ass, on paper at least, over the past couple of weeks. And I DO NOT understand why. The economy isn't doing badly. We don't have runaway inflation or soaring interest rates. Unemployment figures don't signal the beginning of a new Great Depression. (Most of the "unemployed" don't want a fucking job, because they make more money sitting on their asses than they do working today.)
Those horrendous oil prices that everybody is screaming about now aren't THAT high, when compared to what we experienced in the late 1970s. Yeah, the smaller-government, lower-federal-spending Republicans lied when they ran for office and are on a drunken spending spree now, but that's nothing worse than what we've seen government do in the past.
The war in Iraq? I ain't buying THAT as an excuse. It's less expensive than farm subsidies and MUCH LESS expensive than social spending outlays.
The stock market is tanking, even as I see once-rural Effingham County, Georgia sinking under the weight of new home-building. I just don't get it.
I'm GETTING IT, though, right in the nutsack of my investment portfolio. If this crap keeps up, I may be forced to (gag!) get a job and go back to work again. Or find me a fat tit on the government nipple to suck, the way so many other people do today.
I don't understand WHY, if things are so damned bad in our economy, that my house has been reassessed, for tax purposes, at a value 30% higher than what I paid for it five years ago.
But that's the story of my life--- a day late, a dollar short and ALWAYS behind the curve, especially when it comes to money.
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