The Stock Market used to be in Fort Worth. Now they have museums there. When the stock market was there, it was full, overfull, with stock. Mooooving all the time. Over time, the stock died.
Then the Stock Market got moooooved to New York (and Tokyo), and it is still overfull. But the stock mainly does not die. In fact, over time, the stock grows. Sometimes it splits, but the offshoots somehow grow heads and toenails and lead more or less normal lives.
There was often something wrong with the market in Fort Worth. Stinky. Hoof! The markets in New York and Tokyo are also stinky, but sometimes when there is something wrong (like stinky), there can be something called a "correction." Which, oddly, makes things REALLY stinky for awhile, but not forever. It has to do with methane and the president.
Who is a coward.
Well, I just said that because he grosses me out. I was on a plane this morning, coming home from Memphis (is that a song?). And I noticed that pretty much all the men and most of the women grossed me out. I am picky in the extreme. None of those people pay dividends.
It's a good day to take stock, and sell it. Or keep it, but in order to improve the heirs, make sure to have lots of death benefits.
Happy Valentines Day. !
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment