Life’s Short

As of that Wednesday…….

(gaming the hungry)

The money’s lent, and rent from my hands, to pay for the lands where I’ll attempt to grow the stands of the various strands of vegetation. Hope I pick the one that commands the best return on energies invested. Turbulent markets, headlines driven, diverge to submerge the unsecured in the liquidity converged within the surge. What hasn’t been jettisoned had better be battened down. Vix the next trick in the taper tic. To the wise there’s your word. Wish I had the time to explain. If you know me well I know I needn’t.

See you there, see you then.




Rent from my hands. To the lords of the land. Second half rent is paid. I only wish there was some way to earn it back. We’re not getting it from the grain markets. Or any markets for that matter. Any markets that matter. Even scrap iron is half what it was. China was going to make us all rich.

Until we all realized that they were only printing money, not creating wealth. Quite the opposite of wealth really. Printing money is like writing a loan. A loan isn’t wealth. It’s debt. The poor communist slaves thought they were going to get to eat a pork chop. Now it turns out that China has reduced their hog herd by an amount equal to or greater than every hog in America. The united states of America that is. I wonder …….

Are they getting ready for the Muslim masses now harassing Europe? Don’t need any pork for them, they won’t eat it. And China has more than enough room. Population control (killing people) has been China’s forte’ since Chairman Mao started the slaughter back when Japan stepped down from the disgusting job. China’s even built the boxes that Muslims won’t be able to think outside of.

There are reports that China currently has 50 full sized cities that have recently been built with no one living in them. Supposedly back in the 1920’s Indonesia did something similar. According to a book I read 100% of Indonesia’s industry that was built up during the 1920’s was excess supply. Not needed by anybody in the world. Financed by borrowed money. Indonesia’s empty cities sat empty for many years. During which the entire world devolved into a depression. Great. Here we go again.

I was reading about this little known fact of history back in the 1990’s when east Asia had done it again. Anybody remember hearing about the Asian contagion that was running rampant back in the 1990’s? George Sorros supposedly made a killing shorting the Baht, Indonesia’s currency. Along with every currency that caught the contagion. Then he targeted Russia. Too bad they didn’t outlaw short selling like China has. I’ll bet that ends well.

Folks thought China was about the only major stock market that wasn’t totally manipulated. Now they are being manipulated massively by the party apparatchiks. You can’t even talk badly about the massive market losses in China now without being disappeared. So much for real price discovery. They’re as spun as the rest now. Spun dry. Out of liquidity. Rigged. Just another brick in the air. Being thrown at capitalism. Or what passes for it these days.

Casino capitalism, whadaya bet …….



Normal E

Feast or famine. Floods or drouth. It’s only normal. Normal is an average of extremes. Weather is bi polar if ever there was such a thing. It doesn’t matter if it’s winter or summer the atmosphere sinews from high to low pressure as it passes overhead.  Suffering souls seem to have no choice but to accept it. Yet we, the living things tethered to earth are it’s only resistance. Only the living mountains, if mountains can be called alive, can make much of a dent on the macro scale. The micro environments that we the living construct around ourselves can be the dent that carries life through. Not only plateaus, valleys, rivers, deltas, and bodies of water but the very bodies assembled by our living cells for themselves to thrive in. Whether done on a conscious level or not. While life is the intelligent way to go not all life is intelligent. Miraculous yes, intelligent no. Example? I give you food. For thought. I thought if you think it through you won’t be food again.


Hey Trader Mac

Hey Trader Mac,
I remember my first auction. Up in the hills north of Council Bluffs where I bought incidentally an end gate seeder. Dad and I went to the sale. We had just purchased an aluminum scoop shovel at the Minden hardware store for around $35. They were selling one for only a few bucks off of the flatbed full of shop stuff at this really old timer’s farm sale. If you can call them mountains farms. I asked Dad if we should buy another one cheap and he said, “I prefer to buy hand tools new.” I’ve never figured that one out. When they came to the seeder he nudged me in the shoulder and said, “Your up. You’d better get in there.” That’s the first time I remember that rush. (You never forget your first) That’s the last sale he went to with me. Willy and I attended the rest until we were tooled up. The rush was something I thought would fade after a few auctions. It never has.

Years later Dad sent me to buy a farm for him when he was staying down in Texas for the winters. You would think the effect would be quantitatively stronger given he never told me what to pay. It was. I wasn’t going to even bid since it was damn near where I thought he would pass on the price. The auctioneer (whom I suspect Dad had talked to) wasn’t able to get any more bids and he turned to me and said, “Well Phil, are we going to let them have it for that?” I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say. It was a very small crowd and I didn’t know either of the two gentlemen that were bidding. I didn’t know what to do so I bid. One of the other men bid. So I bid again. The auctioneer cried a while but the man bid again. Now Dad may not of told me what to bid directly but he kind of let me know in a code. The only problem was this other gentleman was sitting on the bid that I thought was the upper limit according to dad’s code. The ball was in my court and everyone was looking at me. I closed my eyes, I hung my head, I bid ten dollars an acre more just in case Dad wanted it for “around that price”. I couldn’t face Dad if the farm went to someone else at Dad’s price.

Talk about a rush! That one was about a half million dollar rush. The most I had ever bid for anything. Maybe the most I ever will. That bid was the one that took it. It turns out I wasn’t the only one bidding for their dad. The only difference was that man’s dad had given him a solid upper limit and Dad had only said, “Whatever it brings you’re the one who will be paying for it. The rent is going to be a 4% return on my money. How much rent are you paying for Vic’s?” (That was the code) I quickly went home and gave Dad a call and told him that “the lightning had struck” and he now owned another farm. When I told him the price he seemed to chuckle a little. I asked him if that was alright he said it was and that he and Mom had better get packed and headed back up to Iowa.

I hadn’t slept for the three weeks since he had told me what he wanted me to do. I didn’t sleep for a few more weeks until he had convinced me that I hadn’t bankrupted him. He told me later that I was the first son he had sent to buy a farm that hadn’t bought it out from under him. Not to change the subject but this reply is getting too long to simply hide it “under the fold” in a comments section. I’ll go ahead and post it here as a reply but I’m also going to make it a new post where everybody can see it. Thanks for jarring (Or is it unjarring) my memory. When I spoke of the rush on that post (I’ll have to go back to find out which one) I had forgotten when this all started. Not to mention that six week “rush” from bidding for Dad. Now when I’m senile I can come back here and remember it again. If I remember where this is. Or who I am.

If I see you there and see you then, and you recognize me, tell me who the hell I am.