The Business of America Is BS

Hey. What do you think about the idea of buying a house, letting the price double really fast and then selling the house?

Sounds like a good idea if I lived on another planet? Because I remember a bunch of my co-workers buzzing around asking eachother that same question about 3 or 4 years ago. And I'm sure plenty of people went out and actually tried it. Money was flying everywhere.

A year ago, one of my bosses was telling me, "I usually go all out for Halloween. I love Halloween. I usually drop about $1000 decorating for Halloween. But this year I bought a house and now I don't have any money to do that."

I said, "Maybe instead of decorating, you should just post a copy of your home mortgage where everyone can see it. 60 YEAR! ADJUSTABLE RATE! INTEREST ONLY! BWAH-HA-HA-HA!!! That should scare people."

And what if there was some car salesman out there selling fancy italian sports cars to blind people? You might say, "Hey! Why are you selling these cars to blind people?"

And the salesman says, "Their checks cash just as good as anyone else's. They have cars. I have money. Everybody's happy! Why do you have to ruin our good time?"

So you say, "Aren't you worried that these blind people might wreck these cars? They might hurt themselves and others."

And the salesman says, "Sweetcheeks. You worry too much. I will personally INSURE all of these cars. It's covered."

And then when all of the cars have been crashed the salesman says, "Oh... um... about that insurance. I don't actually have the money to pay for the cars those guys destroyed."

Does it seem like something that would never happen? Aren't the warning signs there? Doesn't the situation defy COMMON SENSE?

And yet this is what has happened with our economy. I would think someone smarter than a ditch-digging loser like myself could have foreseen this.

You might think it's fun to hit Vegas, but everyone knows that Wall Street has the coolest casino in the Universe. Things that would never be legal for you and I in our humble little towns are encouraged on Wall Street. Would you like to sell and collect money for things that you don't own on a daily basis? What if those things didn't even exist? You can! Just contact a broker.

Bush and the boys are waging a war on naked short selling. This isn't the cause of nor the solution to our financial woes but at least it looks like something is being done, no?

People like you and I work. But Wall Street is a game. A serious game. For big boys. The housing thing was big fun years ago but there isn't any money in it anymore. And Wall Street is a game that requires money. When a company is making money, everyone is happy. Fur coats and private jets for everybody! But when business is bad, those CEO's stick out their bottom lips and make those glistening puppy-dog eyes at us and our soft-hearted leaders in Washington say, "Okay. We know you never share your profits with regular folks but rather than lose your shirt, we'll have the tax-payers pay for your mistakes. We know there aren't enough golden parachutes to go around. Now run upstairs and brush your teeth and then it's right to bed."

And then Pa looks at Ma and says, "I know we don't have the money. The only people who can pay significant taxes are the rich... and we know we aren't going to tax them. We've still got this war going on and I really wanted to send a guy to Mars... China has already loaned us billions, they'll probably loan us billions more, don't you think? Okay then, it's settled."

And if my math is correct, $700 billion should be plenty to cover the $5 trillion in home loans that Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac insured. And the FDIC probably has more money in their couch cushions than they think. And those other banks can file bankruptcy, unless China will loan us more money tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day.

And it's strange because now everyone is talking government regulation like it's sent right from Heaven. Even John McCain, despite his outspoken history against regulation.

Once you have achieved success, you too will learn that nothing sucks worse than running out of imaginary money.

Let's go shopping. The price of gold is up but that doesn't mean you shouldn't buy it.

How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Sweet dreams."

"Mm hmm."

"And a happy tomorrow."

"Mmm."

"I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you, we didn't ALL go to Grunger College

My daytime job has me working for a small company. I'm one of about ten employees and I seem to get along well with most of them. My boss tells me a lot of stories from his career ranging from getting drunk in Vegas and waking up in a parking lot with no shirt and no boots and no memory as to how he ended up in that predicament to working in missile silos and rocket testing grounds.

He made me laugh when he described working at one of Utah's prominent universities. He needed a trench to finish the job he was on so he grabbed a shovel and started digging. Pretty soon some college kids came walking by. None-too-discreetly, one of them said, "See. THAT is why I'm going to school... so I don't end up digging holes for a living like that guy when I'm old."

My boss turned to the kids and said, "I hate to rain on your parade but I graduated from this college 20 years ago."

Who is W? What is W?

My wife: "So did you get any music with that itunes card I gave you for your birthday?"

Me: "Not yet."

My wife: "Do you know what you're going to get?"

Me: "Yes. Do you know that song that goes "and the thunder rolled?"

My wife: "I do.... isn't that a country song?"

Me: "Yeah. Garth Brooks."

My wife: "That's strange. I've never ever known you to like country music. Ever."

Me: "Well, I figure that everything that I've done to make my life nice up to this point has failed, so maybe it's time to try something different."

My wife: "You're going to make your life better by becoming a country person?"

Me: "Mm hmm. There are going to be some changes around here. BIG changes."

My wife: "Are you serious? This doesn't seem like you."

Me: "Don't try to understand. You think you know me, but you don't know me. You don't know what I'm going to do. I'm a mystery. You're mother was right. I'm a mystery."

My wife: "Shut up."

Send Me On My Way

I was moving furniture at work the other night and one of the mofos kept parking in a way to make the bay door inaccessible to anyone but himself. It happened several times with the same guy, so I started yelling at him, "Nice Parking! Do you think you own the whole bay?"

And I would yell it everytime he was in the way, which was a lot. At first he would just yell obscenities at me but I took it to the point where it was really annoying him.

Finally I yelled, "Nice Parking! Do you think you own the whole bay?"

And he turned around and yelled, "YES! WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS. I DO OWN THE WHOLE BAY, JUST LIKE I OWN YOUR LAND, JOHN REDCORN!"

And I couldn't yell anything back because I was laughing too hard. Then he laughed at himself and said, "One of these days I'm going to take it too far. One day soon."

I said, "I'll keep it in mind to punch you in the face in the near future."