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Over the course of last week, something like 800 million shares of the otherwise-worthless Gamestop (GME, duh) traded thanks to the carnival barker Keith Gill (AKA RoaringKitty AKA DeepFuckingValue AKA DroppedOnHisHeadAsABaby). Nothing sums up the entire situation quite like this:
In spite of all evidence to the contrary, I think a lot. There are a lot of things I don’t do in life, such as going to the movies, watching television, going to clubs, and most other activities which require a lot of time socializing. Not to say that I’m a hermit; far from it. But, with the kids out of the house, I’ve got a lot of time to ruminate, for better or worse.
Given the events of recent days, I’ve been thinking more than usual as I do yardwork and walk the dogs, and I’ve settled upon a decision I think will be constructive in my life and whose foundation will perhaps be worth sharing.
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I’d like to stroll directly into a place where angels fear to tread, which is speculation regarding the forthcoming election. If you don’t like political discourse, just skip it and tune in when we start the trading day tomorrow morning.
Allow me to preface this with two important facts. First, I’ve had a lifelong interest in politics. I have zero interest in sports, the Superbowl, March Madness, the Grammys, or any of that other stuff. However, I find U.S. elections absolutely riveting, and I’m already excited about this one, particularly since it is bound to be the craziest and potentially most consequential election of our lifetimes.
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First off, don’t worry. This isn’t a suicide note. Although I can hardly stomach the market right now, there’s no way I’d do that to my premium subscribers (as for the free accounts, yeah, help me tie this hangman’s noose, if it’s not too much trouble).
Instead, this post is intended to share some thoughts on how I spent my Saturday at a music festival called Cruel World, which is about as out of character for me as dressing up in a garter and high heels. Hanging out in Southern California (don’t like) with other human beings (don’t like) in the sun (don’t like) is just not my cup of tea. I’d much rather me in a dark room with a laptop.
All the same, I did go down, along with the twelve hours of driving required to get to and flee from the place. I am very much a child of the 1980s, and since the musical was ostensibly from that era, I was at least able to join a portion of the music to some degree. However, I’ve got to say, out of 100,000 people (literally), I was, in my estimation, the only person in the entire mob that wasn’t clinically psychotic.
(more…)As I hope you would suppose, I was a good kid. I was confirmed into the church. I went to Sunday School every week and Bible School every summer. I was in Indian Guides. Cub Scouts. Webelos. Boy Scout. I was an Eagle Scout at 13 and consistently made good grades in school. All of this was tacitly expected of me, as was the fact that I attended, and paid for, a higher education.
