It would seem improper to let this day go by without acknowledging my sadness at the murder of Charlie Kirk today, shown here with his lovely bride.

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It would seem improper to let this day go by without acknowledging my sadness at the murder of Charlie Kirk today, shown here with his lovely bride.

Long-time readers know that a big problem I’ve got in my investment behavior is the inability to hold on to a good position for the long-term, except in cases where it’s inconvenient or bothersome to sell (such as various rental properties I own, my house, my one venture investment, and a safe deposit box full of gold and silver bullion). If I can sell with just a mouse click, I’m afraid I’ve clicked it WAY too many times in my life. Don’t even get me started!
I’m going to try to behave differently with palladium, however, since every ratio chart I look at is screaming BUY and HOLD. One day does not a trend make, but I’ve got to say, this is sailing along nicely so far over the past twenty-four hours.

On this Labor Day, a time normally reserved the think fondly back on all the workplace slowdowns, stoppages, wildcat strikes, and questionable Teamster leadership murders of the past, I would instead like to focus our attention on a hodgepodge of things that are just generally pissing me off. What would you rather do on this Monday: enjoy a beer and a hot dog or read about me bitching?
That’s what I thought.
This abomination has to stop. Everyone’s doing it, and I’d sincerely wish flipping the bird had caught the public’s imagination as opposed to this nausea-inducing, faux-sincere, cutesy travesty. It’s shallow, it’s pointless, and it devalues anything sincere acts of affection.

I had never heard of the IM Academy or Chris Terry before, but apparently this was a giant (over $1 billion in revenue) scammy, scummy firm which, for the nine-thousandth time in human history, convinced mobs of stupid young people that they could get rich trading if they would only subscribe to his method. The blob below is Chris Terry himself, preaching to the converted.

In my writing, I lean on metaphors and analogies quite a lot, and I’m afraid I need to employ the same crutch here for the tiny handful of ingenious young men that are getting paid a fortune by Meta. I’ll just call this group The Incredibles.
