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Strategies to Get Rich - A Bit of Strategy Toward Bitcoin!

I am going to answer a response I received from a friend Cynthia Norris on Facebook who decided to object to my previous article on Bitcoin and she decided to take a position in the security! NO~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!  DID I SAY NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I will be following up in a few days showing you how if you listened to the stock picks I told you about how well I will be doing. At the moment I will tell you why I hate Bitcoin if you can't watch it minute by minute plan a trip to Las Vegas get a room at the finest hotel, order the best hookers, the finest liquor and private entertainment acts to your room with the $100,000 your going to put in Bitcoin.  Either way your going to lose it all so at least in Vegas you had a good time. Ok Cyndi made a 300% return on her investment!  Let's all give a round of applause that is wonderful it does not change the fact no I do not support it.  Her is my suggestion for Cynthia (full disclosure an

"It's a Wonderful Life" - Welcome to Pottersville

The heavenly gods are looking down from above.  "Send for Clarence"  after a few moments this radiant Angel comes into the room the body of an Olympian his hair as blonde and curly of a Greek god it shimmers with it's own radiance, he gives himself one last look in the mirror he is holding. "Yes Joseph" "I have a project for you" "Are you kidding me Joseph, I don't do that any more I am one of the grandest Angels in all of Heaven, you expect me to work a case for you?" "This is George Bailey, he is a special case, take a close look, get to know him we are going to have to correct this" George Bailey woke up underneath his cardboard box.  He could smell the rotten trash from the dumpster mixed with the freshly baked cinnamon buns coming from the local diner.  He would breath deeply to enjoy this one brief joy but the smell of rancid piss overpowered it.  He got up, wandering around wondering how it all got this way,

Twas the Night Before Christmas - Wall Street Style!

Was it the Night Before Xmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a Mortgage Lender. The stocks and bonds were all burned in the chimney with care, In hopes that the Fed, The I.R.S. or Bernard Madoff were not there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of bill collectors danced in our heads. And mamma in her Nordstrom's and I in the GAP, Had just settled our credit card bills hidden under a cap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The Realtor walking on the new fallen snow Gave the luster of mid-day to foreclosure sign below. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a sheriff, his deputies all drawing near. With my golf clubs and driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment we had to get out quick. More rapid than Vultures the Auctioneer came, and he whistle

Trickle Down Economics - Supply Side Economics

  Supply Side Economics or "Trickle Down" economics as it's more commonly known is the economic theory that if you give rich people "Job Creators" tax breaks and credits this will fuel the economy and trickle down to the poor.  Makes sense right? More like "Trickle Down" your leg.  Rather than explain why this economic theory is so flawed I think a series of scenarios, and fictional characters will explain it better.  "Trickle Down" has been around since the Reagan era.  I was all for it, I have to admit I thought it was such a brilliant idea that when I met David Stockman (Reagan's economic advisor) I had a full on crush, oh how this man made my blood boil.  Being a young impressionable young 20 year old in 1986 I did everything in my power to get him to notice me including listening to him go on and on in a bar in Milwaukee down the street from the hotel he was staying at called Bogies.  Well he wasn't into me b