Might be wrong, having spent a worrying night drinking instead of working, but don’t you vote R? If so, fuck you. And, if so, I hope whatever you do with those funds turns to dust.
I didn’t sell. Mainly because I believe those assets are meant to be passed down to my children, and, on that time frame, the market is historically the right place to be. Unless everything goes tits up. Up like the proffered breast at the conclusion of “Grapes of Wrath.” Up in the air like the deposits in a bank when the federal government can no longer be trusted to underwrite bank deposits. That is the other reason I didn’t sell. I support the USA, and won’t be the guy who profits from the misery of others. Who somehow wanted things to burn to the ground.
Unless the fascists lock me up, I will make money the same way I always have, I will get by.
I half heard a report about the details of a rumored deal. No cuts to the military. No cuts to corporate welfare, whether it is subsidies to big agriculture, big pharma, or big oil. Proof the Ds are right of center, and are willing to tell their most progressive members to pound sand. That infuriates me. Otoh, the parties ought be willing to compromise, when the nation demands they do. A notion as quixotic as myself, sadly. One party sees compromise as either weakness, or a sin. Again, fuck the toddlers who support that pov with their vote.
Certainly there are people who watch most of the political circus with disdain. Welcome to the party, fuckers. I suppose you know your wise choices weren’t as wise and solid as you believed. Many of you folks, seemingly insulated, will be fucked by your voting record. We just might learn what worth remains, when the flames burn everything they can.
I am ready, if there is blood on the streets, to buy property. I hear two homesteads escape notice.