Sunday, December 21, 2008

First Obama, now what?


What Obama said was WE can change things. But that means, America, that you have to be paying attention, something you haven't been doing for a while now. This is why corporations, even those that look like political parties (Dems/GOP), run your country and you feel like you don't have any say.

What would you say anyway? This sucks? I hate America? This party or that party sucks? Would you just repeat what you read on Drudge Report or Huffington Post? How about CNN or Fox News? Or maybe NPR?

I think it's fairly safe to say that for a very long time, most Americans had no idea what's been going on in this country. But we always knew what was on sale, whether Comcast was better than Direct TV, or which bar had the NFL Network for those late season Thursday night games. Lots of people kept up with their six fantasy baseball teams and knew that taupe was the new black, but those same people couldn't tell you who their Congressmen were, much less their councilman, District Attorney, Lt Governor or PTA president (all elected officials).

I'm willing to bet that most legal immigrants know more about the United States government and our Constitution that any of us does. Why? Because it's important to them.

And now it's time for some of that information to become important to us. With the housing crisis, the financial crisis, two wars, endless corruption in Washington, massive company failures and subsequent layoffs, skyrocketing unemployment, a plunging dollar, and perhaps the most important Presidential election in 40 years, it's time to start paying attention, and it's time to start getting involved in your country, state, county, city and neighborhood.

(This section is borrowed from another's blog, but it fits perfectly in what I wanted to say).
How? One way is by watching your government, by getting involved, by "being the change you wish to see in the world". It takes your commitment, a change of the way you think, a change in the way you act. It takes common sense.

Here is the easiest part, watch your government:
http://www.google.com/unclesam
http://change.gov/
http://www.opencongress.org/
http://www.govtrack.us/
http://govwatch.com/
http://www.sunlightfoundation.com/
http://www.opensecrets.org/
http://www.pogo.org/
http://www.nfoic.org/
http://www.citizen.org/
http://www.commoncause.org/site/pp.asp?c=dkLNK1MQIwG&b=186966
http://www.taxpayer.net/
http://www.aclu.org/
http://www.au.org/site/PageServer

These are just a few sites where you can make sure your government is serving you. NEVER, EVER, trust the government to do what is right without your guidance.

Next, you can write and call your elected officials:
https://writerep.house.gov/writerep/welcome.shtml
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm
(end borrowed content)

Wanna know what's going on with the bailout?
http://www.bailoutsleuth.com

That said, this is still your country. It doesn't have to be run by huge corporations that you don't trust or leaders that you no nothing of. Would you drop off your kids at a daycare that you didn't research? Why would you let your country, city, county or even PTA be run by people you don't know or think are unscrupulous?

Inform yourself. Read, listen, and participate. It doesn't take must more than communication to make a lot of the changes that need to be made. If everyone was just paying a little attention and educated themselves using different sources, we would all be much better off, and America will benefit tremendously.

The new president is not your savior. He is a reminder that things are changing all across this country and most of us have not been paying attention at all. It's time to change a lot of things, but most of all, it's time to change your participation!
How to be American again? Do what the Founding Fathers did -- be involved in your country. That's what patriotism is.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Computer tracking


What most people don't know is that all information that is saved on a computer never actually goes away. All email sent using AOL, Yahoo, GMail, etc., is saved on their servers. At any time a good IT person could tap into your email via their own server. You put the information out there either in searches or via email or blogs and it is out there for the world. This is why there is so much Identity theft.

That is what part of the beauty of networks, DSL, T1, etc., does. They assign an IP address. And all IP addresses can be tracked whether you are working from your office network or from home on your DSL or broadband.

Dynamic DNS service uses software installed on your computer to automatically update your DNS settings on easyDNS with the new IP address - which means your domain name stays pointing at your computer even when the address changes.

Some are harder to track back to the origin, but this is how the police can locate who has sent threatening emails to an individual or a company.

IP - Internet Protocol...TCP/IP...all the same. We all have an IP address. This is how certain poll taking software will only let you "vote" once. They aren't reading your email address, they are tracking your IP address.

All IP addresses are traceable and lead right to the network and the computer they are registered to and all IP addresses ultimately lead to a person.

Remember this when you are sending out information or sending emails or visiting blogs. It really is like Big Brother is watching....or at least can easily learn who you are, where you are....it is quite amazing technology.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

The Big Three

I mistakenly listened to the media yesterday and the Big Three automakers marketing spin on why the bail out failed on Thursday night. The Republicans were going to pass it but that pesky Union just wouldn't work with them. I even made references, "damned union, they'll all be out on their butts" but it's more, way more than the Union. In fact, God help me for saying it, but the Union, in this case has made more concessions than ANYONE. I don't like unions, I think they have served their purpose, but now is not the time to make the workers take an even deeper cut in pay and benefits and this includes the benefits to the retirees. Do the unions wages case a problem, you are correct. They do. However, if you were offered the option of a $40 an hour job or a $20 an hour job doing the same thing, what would you do? And remember when those contracts were being negotiated and signed the stock holders of GM, Ford, and Chrysler were making money hand over fist....

31 Senators decided to blame this entire mess on the middle class autoworkers instead of making the Big Three agree to strict conditions.

After giving billions and billions to Wall Street with very little examination they are willing to gamble 2,000,000 people's jobs on this. That's right. It is the CEO's, the Board of Directors, and the major stockholders fault this had happened but by God, they will skate, and it will hit middle America hard and that means us.

I by no means think it is fair that we have to bail out the Big Three, there are many many industries that could use the money. But it's the Catch 22. The CEO's and Board of Directors have chosen to not got head to head with the Japanese because they have this idea that Big Oil will always be around and that we are just stupid enough to keep buying their crap. Yet, the numbers show, we buy Japanese. We buy Korean. We want alternative fuel efficient cars.

And now Bush will have to be a hero and bail them out and he will have to. Then we should demand that all three CEO's resign, and leave their golden parachutes behind.

We no longer can sit silently while this happens.

Friday, December 12, 2008

bodies found in the woods

Caylee Anthony.

What amazes me about this case, based on everything I have read, is that the grandmother can be guiltless. The daughter and grand-daughter lived with the grandparents and they didn't notice when their grand-daughter was gone for a month?

Hmmm.

The body in the woods has been tentively identified as Caylee. Well of course it's her. 1/2 a mile from the house, hair the same color and length, body the same measurements...well I guess bones as when the Utility worker found the bag the skull fell out of it. The remains are now at Quantico...I guess the prosecution isn't messing around.

The cadaver dogs picked up the scent of death in Anthony's car, as well as in her parents' back yard. They also said air quality tests conducted by the FBI found evidence consistent with human decomposition and chloroform in the car's trunk. A neighbor told police Anthony had asked to borrow a shovel. She lied about the babysitter, the location, analysis of Anthony's computer found she had visited Web sites discussing chloroform, chloroform traces were found in the trunk and she had done Internet searches of missing children.

Then I think about abuse that I know about...people I have known... a best friend sexually assaulted by her grandfather, my own father beaten and burned by his father, emotional and verbal abuse to others I know well.

I guess I am a very lucky girl.

I used to think my parent's were such a pain in the butt when I was in high school and college...and that my family was boring. Thank God for boring.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Why Wall Street always blows it

The magnitude of the current bust seems almost unfathomable—and it was unfathomable, to even the most sophisticated financial professionals, until the moment the bubble popped. How could this happen? And what's to stop it from happening again? A former Wall Street insider explains how the financial industry got it so badly wrong, why it always will—and why all of us are to blame.
by Henry Blodget
Why Wall Street Always Blows It
Image credit: John Ritter
Well, we did it again. Only eight years after the last big financial boom ended in disaster, we’re now in the migraine hangover of an even bigger one—a global housing and debt bubble whose bursting has wiped out tens of trillions of dollars of wealth and brought the world to the edge of a second Great Depression.
Millions have lost their houses. Millions more have lost their retirement savings. Tens of millions have had their portfolios smashed. And the carnage in the “real economy” has only just begun.
What the hell happened? After decades of increasing financial sophistication, weren’t we supposed to be done with these things? Weren’t we supposed to know better?
Yes, of course. Every time this happens, we think it will be the last time. But it never will be.
First things first: for better and worse, I have had more professional experience with financial bubbles than I would ever wish on anyone. During the dot-com episode, as you may unfortunately recall, I was a famous tech-stock analyst at Merrill Lynch. I was famous because I was on the right side of the boom through the late 1990s, when stocks were storming to record-high prices every year—Internet stocks, especially. By late 1998, I was cautioning clients that “what looks like a bubble probably is,” but this didn’t save me. Fifteen months later, I missed the top and drove my clients right over the cliff.
Later, in the smoldering aftermath, as you may also unfortunately recall, I was accused by Eliot Spitzer, then New York’s attorney general, of having hung on too long in order to curry favor with the companies I was analyzing, some of which were also Merrill banking clients. This allegation led to my banishment from the industry, though it didn’t explain why I had followed my own advice and blown my own portfolio to smithereens (more on this later).
I experienced the next bubble differently—as a journalist and homeowner. Having already learned the most obvious lesson about bubbles, which is that you don’t want to get out too late, I now discovered something nearly as obvious: you don’t want to get out too early. Figuring that the roaring housing market was just another tech-stock bubble in the making, I rushed to sell my house in 2003—only to watch its price nearly double over the next three years. I also predicted the demise of the Manhattan real-estate market on the cover of New York magazine in 2005. Prices are finally falling now, in 2008, but they’re still well above where they were then.
Live through enough bubbles, though, and you do eventually learn something of value. For example, I’ve learned that although getting out too early hurts, it hurts less than getting out too late. More important, I’ve learned that most of the common wisdom about financial bubbles is wrong.
Who’s to blame for the current crisis? As usually happens after a crash, the search for scapegoats has been intense, and many contenders have emerged: Wall Street swindled us; predatory lenders sold us loans we couldn’t afford; the Securities and Exchange Commission fell asleep at the switch; Alan Greenspan kept interest rates low for too long; short-sellers spread negative rumors; “experts” gave us bad advice. More-introspective folks will add other explanations: we got greedy; we went nuts; we heard what we wanted to hear.
All of these explanations have some truth to them. Predatory lenders did bamboozle some people into loans and houses they couldn’t afford. The SEC and other regulators did miss opportunities to curb some of the more egregious behavior. Alan Greenspan did keep interest rates too low for too long (and if you’re looking for the single biggest cause of the housing bubble, this is it). Some short-sellers did spread negative rumors. And, Lord knows, many of us got greedy, checked our brains at the door, and heard what we wanted to hear.
But most bubbles are the product of more than just bad faith, or incompetence, or rank stupidity; the interaction of human psychology with a market economy practically ensures that they will form. In this sense, bubbles are perfectly rational—or at least they’re a rational and unavoidable by-product of capitalism (which, as Winston Churchill might have said, is the worst economic system on the planet except for all the others). Technology and circumstances change, but the human animal doesn’t. And markets are ultimately about people.
To understand why bubble participants make the decisions they do, let’s roll back the clock to 2002. The stock­-market crash has crushed our portfolios and left us feeling vulnerable, foolish, and poor. We’re not wiped out, thankfully, but we’re chastened, and we’re certainly not going to go blow our extra money on Cisco Systems again. So where should we put it? What’s safe? How about a house?
House prices, we are told by our helpful neighborhood real-estate agent, almost never go down. This sounds right, and they certainly didn’t go down in the stock-market crash. In fact, for as long as we can remember—about 10 years, in most cases—house prices haven’t gone down. (Wait, maybe there was a slight dip, after the 1987 stock-market crash, but looming larger in our memories is what’s happened since; everyone we know who’s bought a house since the early 1990s has made gobs of money.)
We consider following our agent’s advice, but then we decide against it. House prices have doubled since the mid-1990s; we’re not going to get burned again by buying at the top. So we decide to just stay in our rent-stabilized rabbit warren and wait for house prices to collapse.
Unfortunately, they don’t. A year later, they’ve risen at least another 10 percent. By 2006, we’re walking past neighborhood houses that we could have bought for about half as much four years ago; we wave to happy new neighbors who are already deep in the money. One neighbor has “unlocked the value in his house” by taking out a cheap home-equity loan, and he’s using the proceeds to build a swimming pool. He is also doing well, along with two visionary friends, by buying and flipping other houses—so well, in fact, that he’s considering quitting his job and becoming a full-time real-estate developer. After four years of resistance, we finally concede—houses might be a good investment after all—and call our neighborhood real-estate agent. She’s jammed (and driving a new BMW), but she agrees to fit us in.
We see five houses: two were on the market two years ago for 30 percent less (we just can’t handle the pain of that); two are dumps; and the fifth, which we love, is listed at a positively ridiculous price. The agent tells us to hurry—if we don’t bid now, we’ll lose the house. But we’re still hesitant: last week, we read an article in which some economist was predicting a housing crash, and that made us nervous. (Our agent counters that Greenspan says the housing market’s in good shape, and he isn’t known as “The Maestro” for nothing.)
When we get home, we call our neighborhood mortgage broker, who gives us a surprisingly reasonable quote—with a surprisingly small down payment. It’s a new kind of loan, he says, called an adjustable-rate mortgage, which is the same kind our neighbor has. The payments will “reset” in three years, but, as the mortgage broker suggests, we’ll probably have moved up to a bigger house by then. We discuss the house during dinner and breakfast. We review our finances to make sure we can afford it. Then, the next afternoon, we call the agent to place a bid. And the house is already gone—at 10 percent above the asking price.
By the spring of 2007, we’ve finally caught up to the market reality, and our luck finally changes: We make an instant, aggressive bid on a huge house, with almost no money down. And we get it! We’re finally members of the ownership society.
You know the rest. Eighteen months later, our down payment has been wiped out and we owe more on the house than it’s worth. We’re still able to make the payments, but our mortgage rate is about to reset. And we’ve already heard rumors about coming layoffs at our jobs. How on Earth did we get into this mess?
The exact answer is different in every case, of course. But let’s round up the usual suspects:
• The predatory mortgage broker? Well, we’re certainly not happy with the bastard, given that he sold us a loan that is now a ticking time bomb. But we did ask him to show us a range of options, and he didn’t make us pick this one. We picked it because it had the lowest payment. • Our sleazy real-estate agent? We’re not speaking to her anymore, either (and we’re secretly stoked that her BMW just got repossessed), but again, she didn’t lie to us. She just kept saying that houses are usually a good investment. And she is, after all, a saleswoman; that was never very hard to figure out.• Wall Street fat cats? Boy, do we hate those guys, especially now that our tax dollars are bailing them out. But we didn’t complain when our lender asked for such a small down payment without bothering to check how much money we made. At the time, we thought that was pretty great. • The SEC? We’re furious that our government let this happen to us, and we’re sure someone is to blame. We’re not really sure who that someone is, though. Whoever is responsible for making sure that something like this never happens to us, we guess. • Alan “The Maestro” Greenspan? We’re pissed at him too. If he hadn’t been out there saying everything was fine, we might have believed that economist who said it wasn’t. • Bad advice? Hell, yes, we got bad advice. Our real-estate agent. That mortgage guy. Our neighbor. Greenspan. The media. They all gave us horrendous advice. We should have just waited for the market to crash. But everyone said it was different this time.
Still, except in cases involving outright fraud—a small minority—the buck stops with us. Not knowing that the market would crash isn’t an excuse. No one knew the market would crash, even the analysts who predicted that it would. (Just as important, no one knew when prices would go down, or how fast.) And for years, most of the skeptics looked—and felt—like fools.
Everyone else on that list above bears some responsibility too. But in the case I have described, it would be hard to say that any of them acted criminally. Or irrationally. Or even irresponsibly. In fact, almost everyone on that list acted just the way you would expect them to act under the circumstances.
That’s especially true for the professionals on Wall Street, who’ve come in for more criticism than anyone in recent months, and understandably so. It was Wall Street, after all, that chose not only to feed the housing bubble, but ultimately to bet so heavily on it as to put the entire financial system at risk. How did the experts who are paid to obsess about the direction of the market—allegedly the most financially sophisticated among us—get it so badly wrong? The answer is that the typical financial professional is a lot more like our hypothetical home buyer than anyone on Wall Street would care to admit. Given the intersection of experience, uncertainty, and self-interest within the finance industry, it should be no surprise that Wall Street blew it—or that it will do so again.
Take experience (or the lack thereof). Boom-and-bust cycles like the one we just went through take a long time to complete. The really big busts, in fact, the ones that affect the whole market and economy, are usually separated by more than 30 years—think 1929, 1966, and 2000. (Why did the housing bubble follow the tech bubble so closely? Because both were really just parts of a larger credit bubble, which had been building since the late 1980s. That bubble didn’t deflate after the 2000 crash, in part thanks to Greenspan’s attempts to save the economy.) By the time the next Great Bubble rolls around, a lot of us will be as dead and gone as Richard Whitney, Jesse Livermore, Charles Mitchell, and the other giants of the 1929 crash. (Never heard of them? Exactly.)
Since Wall Street replenishes itself with a new crop of fresh faces every year—many of the professionals at the elite firms either flame out or retire by age 40—most of the industry doesn’t usually have experience with both booms and busts. In the 1990s, I and thousands of young Wall Street analysts and investors like me hadn’t seen anything but a 15-year bull market. The only market shocks that we knew much about—the 1987 crash, say, or Mexico’s 1994 financial crisis—had immediately been followed by strong recoveries (and exhortations to “buy the dip”).
By 1996, when Greenspan made his famous “irrational exuberance” remark, the stock market’s valuation was nearing its peak from prior bull markets, making some veteran investors nervous. Over the next few years, however, despite confident predictions of doom, stocks just kept going up. And eventually, inevitably, this led to assertions that no peak was in sight, much less a crash—you see, it was “different this time.”
Those are said to be the most expensive words in the English language, by the way: it’s different this time. You can’t have a bubble without good explanations for why it’s different this time. If everyone knew that this time wasn’t different, the market would stop going up. But the future is always uncertain—and amid uncertainty, all sorts of faith-based theories can flourish, even on Wall Street.
In the 1920s, the “differences” were said to be the miraculous new technologies (phones, cars, planes) that would speed the economy, as well as Prohibition, which was supposed to produce an ultra-efficient, ultra-responsible workforce. (Don’t laugh: one of the most respected economists of the era, Irving Fisher of Yale University, believed that one.) In the tech bubble of the 1990s, the differences were low interest rates, low inflation, a government budget surplus, the Internet revolution, and a Federal Reserve chairman apparently so divinely talented that he had made the business cycle obsolete. In the housing bubble, they were low interest rates, population growth, new mortgage products, a new ownership society, and, of course, the fact that “they aren’t making any more land.”
In hindsight, it’s obvious that all these differences were bogus (they’ve never made any more land—except in Dubai, which now has its own problems). At the time, however, with prices going up every day, things sure seemed different.
In fairness to the thousands of experts who’ve snookered themselves throughout the years, a complicating factor is always at work: the ever-present possibility that it really might have been different. Everything is obvious only after the crash.
Consider, for instance, the late 1950s, when a tried-and-true “sell signal” started flashing on Wall Street. For the first time in years, stock prices had risen so high that the dividend yield on stocks had fallen below the coupon yield on bonds. To anyone who had been around for a while, this seemed ridiculous: stocks are riskier than bonds, so a rational buyer must be paid more to own them. Wise, experienced investors sold their stocks and waited for this obvious mispricing to correct itself. They’re still waiting.
Why? Because that time, it was different. There were increasing concerns about inflation, which erodes the value of fixed bond-interest payments. Stocks offer more protection against inflation, so their value relative to bonds had increased. By the time the prudent folks who sold their stocks figured this out, however, they’d missed out on many years of a raging bull market.
When I was on Wall Street, the embryonic Inter­net sector was different, of course—at least to those of us who were used to buying staid, steady stocks that went up 10 percent in a good year. Most Internet companies didn’t have earnings, and some of them barely had revenue. But the performance of some of their stocks was spectacular.
In 1997, I recommended that my clients buy stock in a company called Yahoo; the stock finished the year up more than 500 percent. The next year, I put a $400-a-share price target on a controversial “online bookseller” called Amazon, worth about $240 a share at the time; within a month, the stock blasted through $400 en route to $600. You don’t have to make too many calls like these before people start listening to you; I soon had a global audience keenly interested in whatever I said.
One of the things I said frequently, especially after my Amazon prediction, was that the tech sector’s stock behavior sure looked like a bubble. At the end of 1998, in fact, I published a report called “Surviving (and Profiting From) Bubble.com,” in which I listed similarities between the dot-com phenomenon and previous boom-and-bust cycles in biotech, personal computers, and other sectors. But I recommended that my clients own a few high-quality Internet stocks anyway—because of the ways in which I thought the Internet was different. I won’t spell out all those ways, but I will say that they sounded less stupid then than they do now.
The bottom line is that resisting the siren call of a boom is much easier when you have already been obliterated by one. In the late 1990s, as stocks kept roaring higher, it got easier and easier to believe that something really was different. So, in early 2000, weeks before the bubble burst, I put a lot of money where my mouth was. Two years later, I had lost the equivalent of six high-end college educations.
Of course, as Eliot Spitzer and others would later observe—and as was crystal clear to most Wall Street executives at the time—being bullish in a bull market is undeniably good for business. When the market is rising, no one wants to work with a bear.
Which brings us to the last major contributor to booms and busts: self-interest.
When people look back on bubbles, many conclude that the participants must have gone stark raving mad. In most cases, nothing could be further from the truth.
In my example from the housing boom, for instance, each participant’s job was not to predict what the housing market would do but to accomplish a more concrete aim. The buyer wanted to buy a house; the real-estate agent wanted to earn a commission; the mortgage broker wanted to sell a loan; Wall Street wanted to buy loans so it could package and resell them as “mortgage-backed securities”; Alan Greenspan wanted to keep American prosperity alive; members of Congress wanted to get reelected. None of these participants, it is important to note, was paid to predict the likely future movements of the housing market. In every case (except, perhaps, the buyer’s), that was, at best, a minor concern.
This does not make the participants villains or morons. It does, however, illustrate another critical component of boom-time decision-making: the difference between investment risk and career or business risk.
Professional fund managers are paid to manage money for their clients. Most managers succeed or fail based not on how much money they make or lose but on how much they make or lose relative to the market and other fund managers.
If the market goes up 20 percent and your Fidelity fund goes up only 10 percent, for example, you probably won’t call Fidelity and say, “Thank you.” Instead, you’ll probably call and say, “What am I paying you people for, anyway?” (Or at least that’s what a lot of investors do.) And if this performance continues for a while, you might eventually fire Fidelity and hire a new fund manager.
On the other hand, if your Fidelity fund declines in value but the market drops even more, you’ll probably stick with the fund for a while (“Hey, at least I didn’t lose as much as all those suckers in index funds”). That is, until the market drops so much that you can’t take it anymore and you sell everything, which is what a lot of people did in October, when the Dow plunged below 9,000.
In the money-management business, therefore, investment risk is the risk that your bets will cost your clients money. Career or business risk, meanwhile, is the risk that your bets will cost you or your firm money or clients.
The tension between investment risk and business risk often leads fund managers to make decisions that, to outsiders, seem bizarre. From the fund managers’ perspective, however, they’re perfectly rational.
In the late 1990s, while I was trying to figure out whether it was different this time, some of the most legendary fund managers in the industry were struggling. Since 1995, any fund managers who had been bearish had not been viewed as “wise” or “prudent”; they had been viewed as “wrong.” And because being wrong meant underperforming, many had been shown the door.
It doesn’t take very many of these firings to wake other financial professionals up to the fact that being bearish and wrong is at least as risky as being bullish and wrong. The ultimate judge of who is “right” and “wrong” on Wall Street, moreover, is the market, which posts its verdict day after day, month after month, year after year. So over time, in a long bull market, most of the bears get weeded out, through either attrition or capitulation.
By mid-1999, with mountains of money being made in tech stocks, fund owners were more impatient than ever: their friends were getting rich in Cisco, so their fund manager had better own Cisco—or he or she was an idiot. And if the fund manager thought Cisco was overvalued and was eventually going to crash? Well, in those years, fund managers usually approached this type of problem in of one of three ways: they refused to play; they played and tried to win; or they split the difference.
In the first camp was an iconic hedge-fund manager named Julian Robertson. For almost two decades, Robertson’s Tiger Management had racked up annual gains of about 30 percent by, as he put it, buying the best stocks and shorting the worst. (One of the worst, in Robertson’s opinion, was Amazon, and he used to summon me to his office and demand to know why everyone else kept buying it.)
By 1998, Robertson was short Amazon and other tech stocks, and by 2000, after the NASDAQ had jumped an astounding 86 percent the previous year, Robertson’s business and reputation had been mauled. Thanks to poor performance and investor withdrawals, Tiger’s assets under management had collapsed from about $20billion to about $6billion, and the firm’s revenues had collapsed as well. Robertson refused to change his stance, however, and in the spring of 2000, he threw in the towel: he closed Tiger’s doors and began returning what was left of his investors’ money.
Across town, meanwhile, at Soros Fund Management, a similar struggle was taking place, with another titanic fund manager’s reputation on the line. In 1998, the firm had gotten crushed as a result of its bets against technology stocks (among other reasons). Midway through 1999, however, the manager of Soros’s Quantum Fund, Stanley Druckenmiller, reversed that position and went long on technology. Why? Because unlike Robertson, Druckenmiller viewed it as his job to make money no matter what the market was doing, not to insist that the market was wrong.
At first, the bet worked: the reversal saved 1999 and got 2000 off to a good start. But by the end of April, Quantum was down a shocking 22 percent for the year, and Druckenmiller had resigned: “We thought it was the eighth inning, and it was the ninth.”
Robertson and Druckenmiller stuck to their guns and played the extremes (and lost). Another fund manager, a man I’ll call the Pragmatist, split the difference.
The Pragmatist had owned tech stocks for most of the 1990s, and their spectacular performance had made his fund famous and his firm rich. By mid-1999, however, the Pragmatist had seen a bust in the making and begun selling tech, so his fund had started to underperform. Just one quarter later, his boss, tired of watching assets flow out the door, suggested that the Pragmatist reconsider his position on tech. A quarter after that, his boss made it simpler for him: buy tech, or you’re fired.
The Pragmatist thought about quitting. But he knew what would happen if he did: his boss would hire a 25-year-old gunslinger who would immediately load up the fund with tech stocks. The Pragmatist also thought about refusing to follow the order. But that would mean he would be fired for cause (no severance or bonus), and his boss would hire the same 25-year-old gunslinger.
In the end, the Pragmatist compromised. He bought enough tech stocks to pacify his boss but not enough to entirely wipe out his fund holders if the tech bubble popped. A few months later, when the market crashed and the fund got hammered, he took his bonus and left the firm.
This tension between investment risk and career or business risk comes into play in other areas of Wall Street too. It was at the center of the decisions made in the past few years by half a dozen seemingly brilliant CEOs whose firms no longer exist.
Why did Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, AIG, and the rest of an ever-growing Wall Street hall of shame take so much risk that they ended up blowing their firms to kingdom come? Because in a bull market, when you borrow and bet $30 for every $1 you have in capital, as many firms did, you can do mind-bogglingly well. And when your competitors are betting the same $30 for every $1, and your shareholders are demanding that you do better, and your bonus is tied to how much money your firm makes—not over the long term, but this year, before December 31—the downside to refusing to ride the bull market comes into sharp relief. And when naysayers have been so wrong for so long, and your risk-management people assure you that you’re in good shape unless we have another Great Depression (which we won’t, of course, because it’s different this time), well, you can easily convince yourself that disaster is a possibility so remote that it’s not even worth thinking about.
It’s easy to lay the destruction of Wall Street at the feet of the CEOs and directors, and the bulk of the responsibility does lie with them. But some of it lies with shareholders and the whole model of public ownership. Wall Street never has been—and likely never will be—paid primarily for capital preservation. However, in the days when Wall Street firms were funded primarily by capital contributed by individual partners, preserving that capital in the long run was understandably a higher priority than it is today. Now Wall Street firms are primarily owned not by partners with personal capital at risk but by demanding institutional shareholders examining short-term results. When your fiduciary duty is to manage the firm for the benefit of your shareholders, you can easily persuade yourself that you’re just balancing risk and reward—when what you’re really doing is betting the firm.
As we work our way through the wreckage of this latest colossal bust, our government—at our urging—will go to great lengths to try to make sure such a bust never happens again. We will “fix” the “problems” that we decide caused the debacle; we will create new regulatory requirements and systems; we will throw a lot of people in jail. We will do whatever we must to assure ourselves that it will be different next time. And as long as the searing memory of this disaster is fresh in the public mind, it will be different. But as the bust recedes into the past, our priorities will slowly change, and we will begin to set ourselves up for the next great boom.
A few decades hence, when the Great Crash of 2008 is a distant memory and the economy is humming along again, our government—at our urging—will begin to weaken many of the regulatory requirements and systems we put in place now. Why? To make our economy more competitive and to unleash the power of our free-market system. We will tell ourselves it’s different, and in many ways, it will be. But the cycle will start all over again.
So what can we learn from all this? In the words of the great investor Jeremy Grantham, who saw this collapse coming and has seen just about everything else in his four-decade career: “We will learn an enormous amount in a very short time, quite a bit in the medium term, and absolutely nothing in the long term.” Of course, to paraphrase Keynes, in the long term, you and I will be dead. Until that time comes, here are three thoughts I hope we all can keep in mind.
First, bubbles are to free-market capitalism as hurricanes are to weather: regular, natural, and unavoidable. They have happened since the dawn of economic history, and they’ll keep happening for as long as humans walk the Earth, no matter how we try to stop them. We can’t legislate away the business cycle, just as we can’t eliminate the self-interest that makes the whole capitalist system work. We would do ourselves a favor if we stopped pretending we can.
Second, bubbles and their aftermaths aren’t all bad: the tech and Internet bubble, for example, helped fund the development of a global medium that will eventually be as central to society as electricity. Likewise, the latest bust will almost certainly lead to a smaller, poorer financial industry, meaning that many talented workers will go instead into other careers—that’s probably a healthy rebalancing for the economy as a whole. The current bust will also lead to at least some regulatory improvements that endure; the carnage of 1933, for example, gave rise to many of our securities laws and to the SEC, without which this bust would have been worse.
Lastly, we who have had the misfortune of learning firsthand from this experience—and in a bust this big, that group includes just about everyone—can take pains to make sure that we, personally, never make similar mistakes again. Specifically, we can save more, spend less, diversify our investments, and avoid buying things we can’t afford. Most of all, a few decades down the road, we can raise an eyebrow when our children explain that we really should get in on the new new new thing because, yes, it’s different this time

Holy Thursday & I got stopped by the Highway Patrol

Holy Thursday & I got stopped by the Highway Patrol
You might wonder how these two things have anything to do with one another; they don’t really.
It is Holy Thursday, the kickoff to a big four days in my Faith. Yes, yes, I am a practicing Catholic. Yes, yes, I also sneak a little Buddism in there as well...but I go to Mass and Holy week still means something to me as does Lent.
As an adult I’m no longer forced to "give up anything" or maintain the vigilance of attending each service as I once was. But there are key things that I remember and attribute to a life that is a work in progress….I consider myself a faithful person…not specifically religious as I don’t like that term. I am very much open minded to other’s beliefs….some religions really irritate me but that’s my personal opinion. I don’t understand why certain religions treat women like 3rd class citizens…and to me I can just see Jesus wherever he is "smacking himself in the forehead with a big Homer Simpson "doh!"

I think in my twenties to early mid-thirties I was proving myself and did really care what people thought.

A friend and I were discussing a general lack of respect in today’s early 20 something’s and I believe that is true. I might have been a hard-working, partying, aspiring to be the best whatever at 24, but I was respectful. When did these people stop being kind to the elderly, respectful to them? When did they find that instant gratification was the road to true happiness? Good luck with that.

I heard something today…it was a story of what Holy Thursday is…and if you don’t know it is a pretty cool story whether you are Christian or Jew or Buddhist or Hindu or whatever. Some big stuff happened on Holy Thursday…significant…the Last Supper, the first Holy Eucharist, the agony in the Garden of Gethsemane (Jesus finally realizing what was going to happen to him and what he had to do to make it so. "Holy shit, Dad, are you kidding me? I’m going to let them nail me to a cross and then forgive these bastards?"? The betrayal of Jesus by Judas….and the thing that kicked it all off…the washing of the feet. This used to be so cool on Holy Thursday services because the Priest would get on his knees and cleanses twelve pairs of feet. (yuck) But this is what I heard this morning…"When we know who we are we can stoop to wash the feet of others."

I think I spent so much energy in my past focusing on a goal or just plain floundering that I was a bit insecure and I was competitive and full of fight. Oh don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t get me really angry….but I’ve realized in the past few years that really when you find yourself, really find who you are and the comfort of being you…then you can do whatever you need to do to make yourself and others happy. In my case I decided to downsize my life a bit….quit spending time and effort on what I thought others thought was important…. Living the day….loving, really loving those family and friends…being kind. Kindness, consideration, random acts of kindness, and stooping to help those who really could use a hand, or their feet washed…whatever metaphor you want. The people I respect the most now are no longer the ones with the most money and most power and most blah blah blah. I respect the hardworking, honest, kind, wonderfully giving people. Do some of them intersect with the most money most power people? Sometimes. Did I stop caring what the young, handsome, studlies think of me when I don’t have on makeup and don’t have on 4 inch stilettos and just want to wander thru Lowe’s or work out at the gym? YES I DID. I also quit worrying about what other women thought of me and how I should be just like them….oy, I so don’t care. Baby doll, get the hell over yourself.

No, I’m not a churchy preachy person. I am opinionated….and it baffles me when I do a nice thing for someone to have them doubt my motive. Remembering a birthday, knowing that someone is ill and offering to help, knowing that someone is having financial struggles and paying their electricity bill….these things are just how I can do things. I don’t want anything…well maybe a Thank you just to be respectful…but I don’t expect it. Yes, I still say ’Yes, sir, yes ma’am’. I still hold open doors for children and elderly and people carrying something. I still smile and talk to people. I still have a considerable amount of skepticism.

And tomorrow night is my favorite event…the Stations of the Cross…and if you’re not Catholic you’re not doing them probably….but it’s the meaning behind then….if a Jewish 30 year old can go thru that 2000 years ago…step by step…to do something kind to help you…then perhaps that is a big fat message to the rest of us. And that is a whole other conversation. Even if you’re not religious, even if you think the whole God/Jesus thing is bunk, think that the basic premise of "being kind to others, being self-sacrificing" might just make this a better world.

Oh, right, and I got stopped by the Oklahoma Highway Patrol this morning for speeding. Yes, I was speeding and he should have written me a ticket. Luckily he didn’t have the radar on. But as he walked up to my SUV I already had the window down, my license and insurance out and smiled. He was polite and so was I. "I stopped you because you were going kind of fast". "I was? I wasn’t paying attention…just running late." He takes my stuff, looks into the back of my car…realizes how boring I am with the following in the back: 40 lbs of Iams dog food, my new Panini maker from Williams Sonoma, a golf umbrella, a case of diet Pepsi, a huge box of Frosted Flakes, 40 lb bag of potting soil. Yep. He comes back with a written ticket and tells me to sign it and I asked, "How much is it?" He then smiled and said, "it’s a warning only, just slow down."
You see being polite, being respectful, and also having a clean record did work to my advantage. Karma, baby, Karma. (Yes, Melissa you are RIGHT)
I hope everyone has a great weekend whether you have any religious holidays or not.

Dying at Grace

Dying at Grace.

You never forget the sound.
There is a documentary I watched last night entitled "Dying at Grace". It follows the end of life of five terminal patients in a Hospice facility.
I know it sounds a bit morbid and I almost changed the channel as I thought it too difficult to watch but I stayed with it.
You never forget the sound of a person dying. The breathing. Not until you are with someone who’s body is struggling, fighting to stay, will you understand that sound. It’s a rattle….and the open mouth gasping…that get farther and farther apart. It’s the eyes. They don’t close. They are half open staring, no blinking.
What was difficult was the woman that chose to die alone. Die alone with a cameraman and a sound technician the only people with her.
I watched all five die, some surrounded by loved ones helping them to go. It was respectful and caring and truthful.
Yes, it reminded me.
You just cannot forget the sound.

Little kiddies

It's so amazing how little children love with their whole heart....no grudges, no heart break, no past loves that did them wrong that hinders their ability to open themselves for more love. They just give it freely and without reservation.
I spent time yesterday late afternoon, early evening at my sister's house and the youngest (so far) niece Evie was there. She is 21 months old and has changed from a baby to a little girl so quickly....she babbles along with ideas and thoughts that I can't figure out, but she also signs, and I know most of the signs. She also now calls my name...well, a variation of. I hear her say "teece" and it sounds a bit like "this" but I'll look up and she is standing there saying "teece" and beckoning me with her little hand to come to her and she walks me around the back yard to explore...or we tag along after my sister's dogs so that Evie can see exactly what they are up to....
For some reason Evie considers my purse the holy grail. Mine is the only purse she wants to get into and pull all the contents out of. Then she likes to take one of my lipsticks, last night it was Chanel (good girl!) and go around to everyone and put some on their face...I would say lips but she missed and sometimes you get it on your nose or your chin. I learned after a couple of times that I need to really look around the area where she plays with it as she once hid my American Express card under the rug. That was a freak-out on my part until I remembered that just maybe Evie had boggarted the Amex. Again, good girl!
She calls my sister Oma for grandma. Oma is german and although my sister and I are half German it is not a language anyone but me in the family can speak. We are a bit unclear where she learned it, but she is a genious. She calls my brother-in-law Papa, which just melts his heart when he walks into the house from work and she runs to him calling PaaaaPaaaaa.
Her father is Diddy. I find this especially amusing so now I call Kevin "P Diddy". He doesn't find it nearly as clever as I.
Sometimes the simpliest of things can just melt a cold cold heart. Evie is one life's blessings to us all. Soon we will welcome Evie's little sister or brother into the family and I'm sure I will be as madly inlove with her/him as I am with Evie. Maybe I just need to spend my days around Evelyn and forget about all the other stuff. As long as I'm there to do what she asks, sing along to Little Einsteins, and provide the Chanel, she's a happy girl and I'm a very happy Auntie

Bailing out the Big 3

Friends,
I drive an American car. It's a Chrysler. That's not an endorsement. It's more like a cry for pity. And now for a decades-old story, retold ad infinitum by tens of millions of Americans, a third of whom have had to desert their country to simply find a damn way to get to work in something that won't break down:
My Chrysler is four years old. I bought it because of its smooth and comfortable ride. Daimler-Benz owned the company then and had the good grace to place the Chrysler chassis on a Mercedes axle and, man, was that a sweet ride!
When it would start.
More than a dozen times in these years, the car has simply died. Batteries have been replaced, but that wasn't the problem. My dad drives the same model. His car has died many times, too. Just won't start, for no reason at all.
A few weeks ago, I took my Chrysler in to the Chrysler dealer here in northern Michigan -- and the latest fixes cost me $1,400. The next day, the vehicle wouldn't start. When I got it going, the brake warning light came on. And on and on.
You might assume from this that I couldn't give a rat's ass about these miserably inept crapmobile makers down the road in Detroit city. But I do care. I care about the millions whose lives and livelihoods depend on these car companies. I care about the security and defense of this country because the world is running out of oil -- and when it runs out, the calamity and collapse that will take place will make the current recession/depression look like a Tommy Tune musical.
And I care about what happens with the Big 3 because they are more responsible than almost anyone for the destruction of our fragile atmosphere and the daily melting of our polar ice caps.
Congress must save the industrial infrastructure that these companies control and the jobs they create. And it must save the world from the internal combustion engine. This great, vast manufacturing network can redeem itself by building mass transit and electric/hybrid cars, and the kind of transportation we need for the 21st century.
And Congress must do all this by NOT giving GM, Ford and Chrysler the $34 billion they are asking for in "loans" (a few days ago they only wanted $25 billion; that's how stupid they are -- they don't even know how much they really need to make this month's payroll. If you or I tried to get a loan from the bank this way, not only would we be thrown out on our ear, the bank would place us on some sort of credit rating blacklist).
Two weeks ago, the CEOs of the Big 3 were tarred and feathered before a Congressional committee who sneered at them in a way far different than when the heads of the financial industry showed up two months earlier. At that time, the politicians tripped over each other in their swoon for Wall Street and its Ponzi schemers who had concocted Byzantine ways to bet other people's money on unregulated credit default swaps, known in the common vernacular as unicorns and fairies.
But the Detroit boys were from the Midwest, the Rust (yuk!) Belt, where they made real things that consumers needed and could touch and buy, and that continually recycled money into the economy (shocking!), produced unions that created the middle class, and fixed my teeth for free when I was ten.
For all of that, the auto heads had to sit there in November and be ridiculed about how they traveled to D.C. Yes, they flew on their corporate jets, just like the bankers and Wall Street thieves did in October. But, hey, THAT was OK! They're the Masters of the Universe! Nothing but the best chariots for Big Finance as they set about to loot our nation's treasury.
Of course, the auto magnates used be the Masters who ruled the world. They were the pulsating hub that all other industries -- steel, oil, cement contractors -- served. Fifty-five years ago, the president of GM sat on that same Capitol Hill and bluntly told Congress, what's good for General Motors is good for the country. Because, you see, in their minds, GM WAS the country.
What a long, sad fall from grace we witnessed on November 19th when the three blind mice had their knuckles slapped and then were sent back home to write an essay called, "Why You Should Give Me Billions of Dollars of Free Cash." They were also asked if they would work for a dollar a year. Take that! What a big, brave Congress they are! Requesting indentured servitude from (still) three of the most powerful men in the world. This from a spineless body that won't dare stand up to a disgraced president nor turn down a single funding request for a war that neither they nor the American public support. Amazing.
Let me just state the obvious: Every single dollar Congress gives these three companies will be flushed right down the toilet. There is nothing the management teams of the Big 3 are going to do to convince people to go out during a recession and buy their big, gas-guzzling, inferior products. Just forget it. And, as sure as I am that the Ford family-owned Detroit Lions are not going to the Super Bowl -- ever -- I can guarantee you, after they burn through this $34 billion, they'll be back for another $34 billion next summer.
So what to do? Members of Congress, here's what I propose:
1. Transporting Americans is and should be one of the most important functions our government must address. And because we are facing a massive economic, energy and environmental crisis, the new president and Congress must do what Franklin Roosevelt did when he was faced with a crisis (and ordered the auto industry to stop building cars and instead build tanks and planes): The Big 3 are, from this point forward, to build only cars that are not primarily dependent on oil and, more importantly to build trains, buses, subways and light rail (a corresponding public works project across the country will build the rail lines and tracks). This will not only save jobs, but create millions of new ones.
2. You could buy ALL the common shares of stock in General Motors for less than $3 billion. Why should we give GM $18 billion or $25 billion or anything? Take the money and buy the company! (You're going to demand collateral anyway if you give them the "loan," and because we know they will default on that loan, you're going to own the company in the end as it is. So why wait? Just buy them out now.)
3. None of us want government officials running a car company, but there are some very smart transportation geniuses who could be hired to do this. We need a Marshall Plan to switch us off oil-dependent vehicles and get us into the 21st century.
This proposal is not radical or rocket science. It just takes one of the smartest people ever to run for the presidency to pull it off. What I'm proposing has worked before. The national rail system was in shambles in the '70s. The government took it over. A decade later it was turning a profit, so the government returned it to private/public hands, and got a couple billion dollars put back in the treasury.
This proposal will save our industrial infrastructure -- and millions of jobs. More importantly, it will create millions more. It literally could pull us out of this recession.
In contrast, yesterday General Motors presented its restructuring proposal to Congress. They promised, if Congress gave them $18 billion now, they would, in turn, eliminate around 20,000 jobs. You read that right. We give them billions so they can throw more Americans out of work. That's been their Big Idea for the last 30 years -- layoff thousands in order to protect profits. But no one ever stopped to ask this question: If you throw everyone out of work, who's going to have the money to go out and buy a car?
These idiots don't deserve a dime. Fire all of them, and take over the industry for the good of the workers, the country and the planet.
What's good for General Motors IS good for the country. Once the country is calling the shots.
Yours,Michael Moore