We awoke to a terrible commotion at the foot of the bed. It seems Tramp, our eighteen pound Maine Coon Cat, was on the hunt and had something pinned down under the twin dressers across from our bed. I immediately got up and flipped on the light just in time to watch Tramp flip out, snorting and pawing and clearly blood thirsty….or so I thought. If nothing else he was definitely triggered, spurred into action by quick movement and scurrying feet. Continue reading Of Mice and Men and Natural Born Killers
Galleries
Real Assets
As a young child the “Jim Dandy” at the local Friendly's Ice Cream store was my favorite treat, a delicious ice cream banana split feast. Now-a-days for economic prophecy I refer to my new Jim Dandy sundae for much of what I need to know. Meaning Jim Grant, Jim Rickards, Jim Rogers, Jim Willie, and of course Jim Sinclair with an extra (chocolate sprinkles) topping of Mark Faber. Continue reading Real Assets
Selling the Car Crash and Buying the Cancer
For just a few minutes I ask that you suspend disbelief and consider what I am about to say from the perspective of your point of view. Forget what others may say or do. Ignore how you think the herd might react to the scenario I’m about to outline and look deep within yourself into that honest place we all possess and rarely visit. Continue reading Selling the Car Crash and Buying the Cancer