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To Live In Times

To live in times when names like Lehman Brothers; Merril Lynch will no longer exist. In times when an omniscient insurance company teetered on the edge of collapse and finally gets taken over by state! Egad! I am finance-challenged. Despite that, I cant help but feel a growing sense of dread in the pit of my tummy, and a perverted tingle of excitement - one that 49ers may have had when setting out to 'go west' to find gold in caravans, in boxcar trains. Except that we ain't going west. And there aint gonna be any gold awaiting at the last stop. And the only people who shall come good out of these times are the kind who sold water then.

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raj said…
Well! that's gonna go away too, starting with Budweiser, an American pride for years! getting sold to a German firm! aaaah.. not so sure if they'd continue to risk local water(s) for their lager though.. :)
Anonymous said…
Good grief....all the ponzi schemes are seeing their ultimate fate.....can't wait to see a refreshingly new real world....after all the crap is gone.

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