So you want to stay in? Got it.
So you want to stay in? Got it.
You’re arguing both sides of the coin. Pick one. It also doesn’t really change what I said. You either stay in and hope, or get out and pay the tax man. Your call.
You’ve got two choices. 1 - continue to invest using DCA even thought the market is down.
2 - sell, move your money to a CMA or something, likely at a loss for some of it, and pay your capital gains.
Because the option you are engaging in FUD over is that the market does not come back up. My friend, if everything goes to shit in that scenario and you don’t have a pile of cash under your mattress, you’re just as fucked as everyone else. There will be a run on the banks and there will be no money for anyone. So either put stacks of $20s in the freezer or keep investing.
Yep, buy low. Don’t try to time it. Just buy low and DCA.
This is a self experiment to see if it’s the acids in the citrus or other fruit causing the stomach upset, not a command to eat a ton of fruit in conditions you know will upset your stomach and fix the issue with popping antacids like candy. If the antacids do not help the problem, then perhaps you’d care to check with an allergist or physician to see if there’s a food sensitivity that might be an issue. I have a friend that has a food sensitivity to compounds in apples, onions, and other things, so this would be a quick and cheap way to see if there might be something else going on. IANAD, this is simply a suggestion. Or you can just forego fruit on an empty stomach. Whatever works for you.
Actual numbers?
Approaching a half million.
That’s from two people’s combined lifetime efforts at saving for retirement. We max out our retirement contributions and live modestly, I have a mandatory retirement age by law, and we can only hope that the markets will return our savings by then.
For the record, it’s shitty that people’s retirements are tied to the stock market.
401(k) plans never meant to be a complete retirement plan. Where does that leave future retirees?
I read somewhere and can’t find it anymore, but up to 40% of the stock market value is comprised of peoples’ retirement savings or plans.
So you can see how devastating this stock market decline could be if it gets worse, on top of all the issues with jobs it will cause.
I know those feels. The acids in apple juice used to wreck my stomach. Couldn’t drink it. OJ was iffy. No idea why. Regular fruit was fine, though. Try a self experiment and take a small antacid like tums beforehand and see if it helps?
“Trump doesn’t just cheat at golf,” Reilly wrote. "He throws it, boots it, and moves it. He lies about his lies. He fudges and foozles and fluffs. At Winged Foot, where Trump is a member, the caddies got so used to seeing him kick his ball back onto the fairway they came up with a nickname for him: ‘Pele.’”
Just ask members of Trump International West Palm Beach who arrived for the final round of their Senior Club Championship on Jan. 22 only to find Trump’s name at the top of the leaderboard … when he didn’t play the first round.
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Ted Virtue, founder and CEO of MidOcean Partners, a New York-based alternative asset management firm, won the club championship at West Palm Beach when Trump was president. At the time, Trump was in Singapore and missed the event.
Here is the story Reilly told and was also reported on Golf.com.
Trump sees Virtue on the back nine of the course one day and tells him he didn’t really win the club championship, "because I was out of town.” So he tells Virtue they will start there and play to see who the real champion is. Virtue has no choice.
“Apparently, they get to a hole with a big pond in front of the green,” Reilly said. "Both Ted and his son hit the ball on the green, but Trump hits his in the water. By the time they get to the hole, though, Trump is lining up the son’s ball. Only now it’s his ball and the caddie has switched it.
“The son is like, ‘That’s my ball!’ But Trump’s caddie goes, ‘No, this is the president’s ball; your ball went in the water.’ … Trump makes that putt, and wins 1-up.”
Gotta get rid of the evidence.
Oh man, this whole sexy she-animal thing wasn’t really a thing when I was a kid. Yeah, they had anthropomorphized animals, like “Miss Bunny” from Bambi or even Guinevere as a literal fox on Disney’s Robin Hood , but nothing really designed to be attractive as some kind of crossover. Even in the ‘80s if they wanted someone sexy they made it a human, like Jem or something. Wasn’t until the later ‘80s and ‘90s that I think that changed to getting more “furry” like.
I’m not a fan of vigilantism or mob justice save for the removal of objectively destructive and tyrannical leadership. Too many ways to get it wrong.
Ah, catch a predator style. Gotcha. Removed my comment because it was wrong. So far anyway.
Their only interpretation of the 2nd is “the constitution says I get to have an arsenal and nobody can do anything about it.”
If you get a “smart one” they start spouting off supreme court and other rulings that went in their favor, and if faced with the argument that the Founding Fathers could not and would not ever have conceived of millions of guns in private hands with people having arsenals of weapons capable of modern day destruction - and especially if the Founders had been faced with school, workplace, or other random massacres - they would not have so vaguely worded the 2nd Amendment. Then they just say “well the constitution says I can, so eat it.”
They’re perfectly happy to let society pay for their hobby.
Yeah, the excerpt in period script that says “We the People…” and nothing else. Pretty much all they know of the constitution anyway besides the 2nd Amendment.
It’s like a car covered with bumper stickers. It’s mental illness. Unhealthy fear and rage leaking out around the edges and corrupting the facade of decency.
Some version of a window-wide US flag with the angry eagle, a Gadsden snake sticker, a gun maker sticker, an AR silhouette variant sticker with a juvenile anti-lib slogan like “my AR says fuck your lib tears” and of course the NRA sticker and a military service branch sticker.
Gravy Seal. Proclaiming what a badass he is but probably starts wheezing just making it to the table from the Cracker Barrel parking lot.
Hey man, you do you. You seem to want to just argue. I was plenty clear about the available options, even if they are simplified. Stay in, DCA, or go cash in bank or under a mattress. Regardless, if TSHTF cash in hand is the only way to keep the value, whatever that might be. Pick one. I don’t have a dog in your fight.