….refugees, money, jobs, anything!
Facebook recently surveyed Millennials and discovered that 86% were saving – not for a pension mind you – but for a vacation. Neither Millennials nor Hipsters appear to have a pension plan, which is of grave concern to the Financial Sector.
Whilst it’s tempting to see this sort of hand-to-mouth behavior as short-sighted, hedonistic stupidity. In actuality, it is the most rational response to the environment our youthful generation finds itself in.
Why pay for a deckchair on the Titanic when you can sip whiskey and make love by the fireplace in the first class lounge?
Given that the value of land in Northern Europe and America is totally out of proportion with reality; largely the result of unjustifiably loose monetary policy and successive governments pandering to the boomers who in their great financial prudence own nothing except a house (or two, which they rent out to us for half our income.) According to one Millennial “I can even support a 70 year old accosting me at gun-point and taking half my wages each month. There is a certain intellectual honesty in this. What I cannot stand is boomers telling us we are spending it all on vacations. At least look me in the eye when you rob me.”
Given that mainstream academia has become utterly perverted; safe-spaces, trigger-warnings, compulsory PC ideology for all students (there is more adherence to truth and reason on a building site than on most university campuses). Not to mention virtually no monetary value whatsoever to your piece of paper at the end (in a great many cases).
Given that vast numbers of military age Muslim men are pouring into Europe by the day, not to mention Mexicans in the US, and the effete elite, totally insulated from their decisions by ivory towers of moral hazard are doing nothing to halt it. Millennials, not all naïve, expect low wages when cheap laborers are imported, expect less personal space for more money when population surges.
Given that the western sexual market has become totally de-regulated and your chance of finding an emotionally stable, monogamous, lifelong mate to raise a stable and happy family with is virtually zero in the OECD world.
Given that I’ve got no money. And what’s the point? I live at the wrong end of the consumer economy built to feed the cavernous appetite & largesse (healthcare, pensions, housing props) of boomers at the other. The millennial’s job is to provide the collateral so they can leverage it, distracted & palmed off with a cool beard, the odd vacuous trinket & a Facebook page to keep them on hook. All will be well unless ‘the hipsters’ clock they’re being had.
Why grind away your one stint at consciousness in the mindless drudgery of the corporate machine, saving for one’s grand retirement?
For what? Dinner parties discussing the “free money” of house price gains are a well-worn joke. The boomers have “loved” it but am I bothered to save a deposit? For a computer modeled, mass produced house in some Bellway managed estate, über high taxes to pay for the opulent lifestyle of the boomers, neurotic spouse doped up on depressants to soothe the comfortably numb life; and to cap it off, years in the plague ships of the modern world; being force fed slop and medicated by someone who doesn’t even speak my language until my lonely eventual death. No thanks, oh great prudent boomers.
They might not be able to articulate it, but deep in their limbic systems, the Millennials know this life is over.
Why not enjoy the decline?
Stuff academia, stuff corporate life, stuff buying property in the West. Live totally debt free, run your own business; live in Eastern Europe where life is cheap and the women are beautiful.
I’m just sipping cocktails while Rome burns, any sensible youngin’ would do the same.
You got student debt? Don’t worry. Come see me in Chile. Where whiskey is cheap and the women! And if you’re a girl, even better! 🙂 There’s room by the fireplace.
Putrid
This is an adapted extract from ‘Putrid ****tgenstein and The Bull**** Machine’
Volume 1 of The Philosophy of Capitalism
Here is a Millennial that is on the right train of thought, he just got off a stop early. Yes…you were born “at the wrong end of the consumer economy.,” but no one in history has ever got to choose the time or circumstances or their birth. Deal with it. Yes, tradition saving (that worked so well for Boomers that practiced it) will NOT work for Millennials, but that does not mean don’t save. Find different ways to save. This dude says “Fuck tomorrow, live for today. “I’m just sipping cocktails while Rome burns, any sensible youngin’ would do the same.” People here say “Save, pay cash, don’t go into debt, don’t spend unnecessarily, invest for the future, blah blah blah.”
The truth is that both paths are foolish by degree at present and both paths have merit at present. We live at a weird time in history. MORE unique (and I know that word should not be modified, but it needs to be in this case) than any that has come before. NO ONE knows how it will play out. NO ONE can draw a picture of the world in 50 years, and probably not in 5. The best advice I’ve heard combining these conflicting ideas is this: “Live your life as though you’re going to die tomorrow; plan your finances as though you’re going to live forever.” Like most things, very difficult to practice, but very simple to keep in mind as we navigate through this thing called life.
The typical American couple has only $5,000 saved for retirement
By Rex Nutting
Published: June 14, 2016 12:18 p.m. ET
The median working-age couple had $5,000 in a retirement savings account as of the most recent data. The top 10% of savers had accumulated $274,000, according to the Economic Policy Institute analysis of Federal Reserve survey data.
When American companies began switching from traditional pensions to self-directed 401(k)-like plans in the 1980s and 1990s, it was supposed to lead to a golden age of retirement security. No longer would workers be at the mercy of the company’s generosity or of Social Security’s solvency; workers themselves would be responsible for saving enough for a comfortable retirement.
Some 30 years later, the results are in: The median working-age couple has saved only $5,000 for their retirement, according to an analysis of the Federal Reserve’s 2013 Survey of Consumer Finances by economist Monique Morrissey of the Economic Policy Institute.
The do-it-yourself pension system is a disaster.
Even as the traditional company-funded pension has nearly disappeared and even as Social Security benefits are being slowly eroded, most workers haven’t saved enough to offset those losses to their retirement income. Seventy percent of couples have less than $50,000 saved.
Even those on the cusp of retirement — the median couple in their late 50s or early 60s — has saved only $17,000 in a retirement savings account, such as a defined-contribution 401(k), individual retirement account, Keogh or similar savings account.
How long does $5,000, or even $50,000, last? Until the first big medical bill?
Morrissey figures that about 43% of working-age families have no retirement savings at all. Among those who are five to 10 years away from retirement, 39% have no retirement savings of their own.
The sad fact is that most Americans are less prepared for retirement than Americans were 30 years ago. Few have enough pension wealth to make much difference in their lives once they stop working.
Because baa….baa….baa.
“The typical American couple has only $5,000 saved for retirement ”
And why would they, in cash at least? The rules keep changing by the hour, and you cannot plan on them staying the same to plan for any longer than four years, if that. When I was young it was the “three-legged stool”, savings, SS and pensions. SS is broke now, and Congress (U.S. vs Sullivan, SCOTUS) can change the rules at any time and reduce or eliminate it entirely. Pensions are in horrible trouble, partly because of ZIRP causing underfunding (what was that about the rules changing frequently? ZIRP wasn’t a thing when I was young) and partly because of MBA’s who led the charge to steal assets from “overfunded” pension plans when M&A activity changed company ownerships. Now we’re supposed to save for it all, when banks that make bad bets can “bail-in” depositors and steal their money in a heartbeat?
If you don’t hold it, it’s not yours. They will steal everything they can to keep the U.S. Govt. Ponzi scheme(s) going as long as possible, but they will still crash, and take your assets with them. God help anyone who trusts or believes in any government or social institution, they are all corrupt and ready to take you to the cleaners rather than admit any kind of reform.
It’s not just a bad time to be a Millenial, it’s a bad time to be a US citizen. By the way, I am considered a Boomer, and I voted for NONE of this; it was all corruption at the top pushing decay down to the bottom. May they all rot in Hell after a long and painful execution by corruptive disease.
Savings aren’t the key. The key is having all your stuff paid off. If your house is paid off, your kids educations are paid off, your vehicles are paid off, your life can be remarkably inexpensive. You can carry bare minimums or in many cases zero insurance, and live a life with no major bills. A small pension or social security goes a long way in that scenario.
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I must be slipping. It took me 6 sentences before I realized this wasnt written by Karl. Is that girl the author or is that supposed to be a stereotypical millenial?
Oh fuck, i always blow it. I doppeled Bea on the other thread and forgot to fix the header. Busted again.
Maggie’s Fullproof and Fool-proofed Advice on Retiring Early
1. Marry Well. Mutual respect for one another and devotion to common values will create cost-saving efficiency for you over your married lives.
2. Learn to live on a single income. Use any second income to pay off debt and save the rest of the second income (literally) in stacks.
3. Manage your children’s media input from the day you bring them home from the hospital. The only way you can even hope to compete with some of the most brilliantly animated computerized graphics is if you input information into your child as if with a funnel, controlling what goes in and what rate it is allowed to be taken in. Parents will need to learn to enjoy the type of entertainment and children’s programming that they are asking their child to watch. Sitting your toddler in a room to watch Richard Scarey’s BusyTown animals resolve issues of self-esteem for the little darling while you throw back a couple of scotch rox doesn’t count.
The reason you are managing the media input is because you are controlling the garbage that goes in and makes your little innocent darling start asking why you don’t drive a Mercedes. Don’t get confused.
4. Keep stacking stuff.
5. Marry well.
By the way, I’ve declared myself Chicken Queen and resurrected an old tiara from my glory days in high school.
6. Marry well.
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All hail the Chicken Queen! Cluck, Cluck, Cluck!
Even if you own everything….
House needs a new roof / property taxes / utilities / car insurance / casualty insurance / health insurance / health insurance deductibles / appliances need replacing / HVAC may need replacing / major car repair or replacement.
And if you don’t have a Roth IRA, they will tax you on what you draw.
Retirement is a thing of the past.
Bea Lever says:
“Savings aren’t the key. The key is having all your stuff paid off. If your house is paid off, your kids educations are paid off, your vehicles are paid off, your life can be remarkably inexpensive. You can carry bare minimums or in many cases zero insurance, and live a life with no major bills. A small pension or social security goes a long way in that scenario.”
One bit of advice, either carry personal liability insurance if you live a debt free life or, depending on your state laws, establish a trust to protect your assets. All it takes is a minor fender bender where the aggrieved party contacts a sleazy lawyer to determine that your decades of living responsibly equates to a six figure payday for them and their “client”.
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The concept of retirement savings might have worked if we didn’t have the current system of banking at it’s current state of leveraged derivatives in the 100s of trillions of dollars. When we have a world banking construct that is rewarding those closest to the spigot with the biggest return for nothing other than creating money out of thin air, it is absolutely a formula for disaster for everyone else. Absolutely any incentive for saving has been wrung out of the system and NIRP, as it progresses, will begin to charge you for saving…even more than it does now.
This machine is grinding against almost everything that enabled a middle class because the few decided, yet again, that it’s more important to save themselves than to do their job and purge bad actors from the system. All of the same crappy bankers are running the system when it went belly up in 2008… not one of them lost their license….got banned from the sector….or went to prison. We allow them to continue this to our severe detriment.
So we are all stuck in “interesting” times, this machine, in it’s current form, may continue to crush the productive class for much longer than any of us would like….but, without a major upheaval with a grand purging of the elected and banking sectors, we all will be punished. Congress is already studying the possibility of “nationalizing” IRA and Roth accounts for the “good of the people.” Isn’t that a laugh. This will happen….not if…. but when. It makes no sense to save traditionally. The young and the middle age aren’t ever going to see Social Security and will never truly get a retirement.
I was talking to an 80 year old worker at Wal-Mart the other day. He looked exhausted and I asked him why he was there working. He said his union had stolen his pension when it went bankrupt and was getting pennies on the dollar…. Social Security wasn’t enough to pay for taxes, food and medicine. I’m sure I wasn’t getting the full story. Maybe his kids or grandkids had stolen everything from him, but there he… was spending his last year or so pushing carts around to avoid eating cat food.
I’m still looking for the answer and see that my time is running out for a solution. I save in a lot of ways… various metals that have since been lost in a deep well as I was running from bears on a cold October night…food stores…etc., but I can see a future where I’m that 80 year old guy pushing carts around to avoid eating trash. Yes, you can tell….I’m feeling very hopeful nowadays.
Dutchman said:
“Retirement is a thing of the past.”
Retirement was always an unsustainable idea carried on the wings of thin air fiat money. Just ask yourselves how many generations, in all of human history were able to retire relatively young and live without working for 20, 30 or 40 years. Like WWII veterans, the last of them are now dying in droves.
I’m of the same opinion as the author. Why bother?
Every “plan” I’ve made to better my future has failed. Go to college? My degree was irrelevant a year before graduation. Find a job? You’re lucky if you can find a 40 hour a week job after Obamacare. I was never broke until that piece of shit legislation passed. Start a savings account? I have one and make less than $2.00 a year on interest while inflation eats away the value of the dollar. Better to spend it today than hold onto a devaluing currency for tomorrow.
http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2016/06/13/average-man-full-time-job-u-s-earned-less-2014-1973/
I think these days require a team effort, or as Bea said, marry well. By that I mean someone who pitches in and contributes. Sure, some single folks make excellent wages and can get ahead, but it is hard to go it alone. if you are single then share a residence and fixed costs.
My son is a millenial. He works very hard as a self-employed electrician. He has 17 years left on an affordable mortgage on a beautiful riverfront home on 3 acres. The house was once a shacky motel. He renovated it with input and some free labour from his carpenter Dad. Barring a total economic collapse, his home will be paid for by the time he is in his late forties.
The advice I gave him was/is, “If you have debt, you cannot retire”. I have friends almost 60 years old that are in debt up to their eyeballs. They eat out a lot, travel to exotic places during the winter, go to expensive rock concerts, skydive, buy toys they seldom use including new cars. Now, they are freaking out about retirement because they didn’t save or plan ahead.
Yes, the US medical system and inherent costs, suck big time. It needs reform. But not choosing to try to get ahead is defeatist. It is possible. When my kids were growing up I simply never ate out, ever. My co-workers would go for lunch every payday. I couldn’t because I had a fixed budget. Hell, I know young people these days that think nothing of eating out almost every day, and/or buy expensive coffees. I packed a lunch and a thermos. Live below your means and save the remainder. Invest if you have the smarts.
You don’t want to start giving up in your twenties. It is a bad habit to begin. Tear up the credit card and say no. In the ’70s we did not have credit cards. if you wanted to buy something we had what was called the ‘lay away plan. You spoke to the store owner and they put what you wanted to buy in the backroom as long as you made payments on it. (no interest). When you had the product paid for, it was yours to take home. Or, you can just save up for it.
It is possible to do well, even today. In North America we live like kings compared to the rest of the world. Success just takes time and focus.
How do I explain “Chicken Queen” to BW? Temporary lapse in judgement? Xanax overdose? I’m logging off and maybe come back when I get the taste of chicken out of my gullet. OMG, and I thought Stucky’s ‘tastes like hay’ was a horrible mental image.
Stephanie Shepard says:
“I’m of the same opinion as the author. Why bother?”
Mostly because that makes you a quitter. The good part of the show hasn’t even started yet. There will be plenty of time for suck starting shotguns later. You’ve got a front row ticket for the big show so don’t quit yet!
“OMG, and I thought Stucky’s ‘tastes like hay’ was a horrible mental image.”
———— Full Retard
Some of the newbies here may not understand the reference.
A long while ago I copied and pasted an article about a guy who loves horses … literally, as in he fucks them and gives them blowjobs. He said that horse cum tastes like hay.
You’re welcome.
Dammit Stucky, I managed to completely put that hideous article out of my mind.
Stay tuned, Maggie. I’m thinking about posting an article about a guy who LOVES bunnies in much the same way. His name is bb.
All you really need is enough.
Enough is a lot less than most people think it is.
IS… yes, a trust is a must.
Check out the hair shaking action around the 3 minute mark.
“Mostly because that makes you a quitter.”
Nah, I just know no matter what I do in today’s economy I am going to get screwed. The system is so manipulated all that’s left is to watch Rome burn.
Btw, the head gasket in my Alero finally blew. Junk yard towed her to her final resting place yesterday.
You never know where the next opportunity will come from clammy. I hear they have an immediate opening at GS4 Security Solutions.
I’d bet money the head gasket was the source of your overheating issue you had some time back. Any car with aluminum engine parts like blocks and heads needs to have the engine coolant ph tested. Just because it looks clean and still provides freeze protection does not mean it still offers corrosion protection. Get a decent scooter for now. They’re cheap & get excellent mileage.
I knew it was the cause this time. I remembered what you said about the oil and anti-freeze mixing. But I got a year and a half out of the car since I wrote that article
First off, Maggie, put that leathery visage away and stop tryin ter let ever body know the real you. We got the message, but good gawd it dont compute. Maybe in Oklahoma that geezer styled spunk gits yer foot in the door, but yer on the fuckin interweb when yer postin on jimmy q’s shit, so basically I would suggest stifling ever impulse fer self expression that wells up from yer peanut sized brain, cuz Im startin ter think this place is gettin over run by needy losers ever time uh mongoloidish fragment sputters from yer gawd dammed keyboard.
Steph, im with Infected Scrotum here, yer better off on uh scooter. Just wrap yer apron and uniform in saran wrap lessen it rains. Im gonner go have uh conversation with mah meth dealer now ter try ter lift mah spirits after reading all yer comments. Im this close ter loggin out ferever.
Meth will do that to you, BW, do it often enough and you end up in a ditch like ET. We won’t hear from you anymore because your fate will be this:
Next time you end up in that situation with no intent to fix it, take the thermostat out of it or knock a hole in it and it will stop overheating so badly.
Drive ’em till they die! The trick is to pay yourself an amount equal to a car payment each month during that process and then you can pay cash for something else after the funeral.
I’ll try to post a short article on buying cars in a way that allows you to upgrade what you drive each year until you can pay cash for a car you really want. I’m not sure if that interests you but I’ll try to get it together by Saturday.
That would be an excellent article. I also already have a new car. I was already prepared for this to be my car’s final farewell tour. I just refused to replace it until it had coughed out it’s last fumes.
lol! Good for you!
@Steph and IS: what in the world are you people doing up at such a late hour? Ol’ Muck has a bladder excuse but you two youngsters?
I have a 2012 Prius and my sweetie is lobbying to replace it (she has a taste for Caddy STS’s) but I have always driven vehicles until the wheels fall off just to show them who’s master..
MA
As a note: I find it fascinating to watch that video and see how many youngsters are dancing by themselves. There must be something Freudian about that, but I can’t put my finger on it. Sign of being disconnected? Lonely but better in groups? I dunno… Never liked to dance without someone hanging onto my hand or swinging around with me.
MA
Muck, I’m “working”.
Well, we are in the middle of car issues here too, with the 2009 Hyundai Tucson my son was supposed to drive to East Mordor making a “noise” that prompted me to drive on out to the Transmission Repair business that sits on a road to a little farm town whose name no one has heard pronounced correctly in twenty years. Since the young man took the 4×4 F150 with the tow package, we are in need of a vehicle that can pull our trailer with lumber on it for a variety of projects we are both working on. But we have to get the Tucson fixed AGAIN after that ordeal last year with the transmission when the deer committed suicide against my front fender and hood and then decided to exit the scene UNDER my Tucson. $1000 in deductible and $2200 to Keith to fix the minor issues with the transmission. Since Keith used to fix the transmissions on all of my cousin’s fleet of tractors, trucks and other farm machinery prior to his retirement from large scale farming, we paid and assumed it was fixed.
Keith came out, listened, then asked if he could drive it a bit to see if the ticking was coming from a gear in the transmission, just like last summer. When he returned, he said that it sounds like a gear and that he will open up the transmission and replace that gear no charge if that is the problem, but if it is a different gear, there will be $250 charge for opening the transmission. Nick blew a gasket because now he says he will have to figure out how to tell if that is the same gear they replaced. And when I pointed out that it doesn’t seem unreasonable for Keith to need the labor charge if his repair is not at fault, Nick doubled down with the suggestion that Keith padded his fees a bit by telling us he could repair the transmission instead of replace it with a used or rebuilt transmission, which would have cost about $3K. Nick suspects that Keith decided that we were like a lot of other city slickers who move out here in the hills and don’t know jackshit about jack. Or shit. So the trust we misplaced in Keith due to my cousin’s past dealings with him is a lesson (re)learned. He may really be an honest businessman and will open the transmission to discover we don’t owe him a dime. Or, I may end up letting Nick go all la costa nostra on him if he tries to tell us he has to fix another gear… just one and it isn’t the same one. But, meanwhile, we had to have wheels.
We ended up buying a Jeep that has been for sale for a couple of months on the side of the road by the Patton Junction feed and seed. (I am NOT kidding. Patton Junction, Missouri, where 72 and 51 intersect.) Perhaps it was woman’s intuition, but I stopped and got all the information on the Jeep then, thinking it might be worth looking into since we determined this past winter that our second vehicle needs at least AWD, if not 4×4 as well. When I brought the information to Nick, he did exactly what my frugal husband does… ask me why I’m looking at a new car when we have two perfectly good vehicles that will last for years. He’s a keeper, my Nick.
Anyway, slip forward to my son needing to drive to the east coast and the Tucson making noises that suggest I might be a bad parent if I let him drive it into the Appalachians. Making a whirlwind trip to the lumber yard and Lowe’s to try to get enough supplies for different construction projects underway so that the loss of the truck wouldn’t completely stop progress here. During a last minute trip to the bank with my son to authorize him to use my debit card in the event of emergency, I showed him the Jeep there at Patton Junction (almost sounds like Petticoat Junction) and told him I suspected we would buy that soon.
After he arrived alive and well, I stopped by the Junction and learned a lot about that Jeep and its travels from Kentucky to Missouri via a small fender bender that put it into the Junction, where a local auto-body shop had gotten the Jeep in a bid to repair it. The owner of the auto-body repair was the man who also owned the Jeep and the Junction restaurant and feed store. After visiting with all the local gentlemen who gather at the Junction each morning to have coffee and share information (gossip?) and finding at least a couple of them who knew my father/grandfather/uncle (or at least said they did) I got what I had come for: The owner of the Jeep had gotten it for $17K at an auction in Paducah, Kentucky. He and his father had done the repairs at the auto-body shop in spare time and they tried to sell it for a couple thousand below blue book price, at $19,900. That’s when I came in. The word on the street (if you can call the country road that runs in front of the Junction a street) was that if they could get $18K for it they would consider their first effort at flipping a wrecked car a break even experience.
I drove the Jeep home, handed the information to my husband and told him where to return the Jeep and find the Tucson. It is a brand new Jeep Cherokee with all the bells and whistles. The closest thing I can find locally is a 2012 Jeep with thrice the miles (it has 26K) and zero warranty. This Jeep is still under warranty.
Anyway, here’s the bottom line.
I went by the Junction and told the owner that we would pay him $18K cash. I told him that my husband would need to come up and try to negotiate a better deal because it is his way. I told him and his wife that if they would drop a couple of hundred bucks in price for my hubs, this whole thing could go a lot smoother. Then I told them that people play these games over and over in their lives. My son gave me a book about it when he was in high school. He said that he would give it to his father to read but he knew his father would NEVER read it. I read it just to get him to leave me alone about it.
In the end, it turned out to be one of the best “relationship” guides I’ve ever seen. Nutshell is that all people play silly games about certain things. They/we are almost trapped in the games we play because it is learned behavior of lifelong practice. However, if you are willing to step outside the game arena and take a look at behavioral traits of yourself and your mate, you might notice the stressers that seem to cause the most angst. For my husband, the need to get the best deal possible on a private purchase is high angst potential. So, what’s the best way to avoid the angst? To argue with him that struggling to save an additional $300 on a vehicle which is already $5000 below book value is not only stingy, it is counterproductive. What saves him the angst but still gives him the satisfaction of having made the deal?
You got it. We rode up together to get the Tucson back and Nick wrote them a check for $17,800. He took the Jeep and went home while I got some rabbit feed from the store. After I paid for the feed, I handed the Junction (and former Jeep) owner and his wife ten twenties and told them that if they wanted to know the name of the book, it was called “Games People Play” and any time they can reduce the bullshit caused by games, just do it. I was glad they held at two hundred bucks… I don’t like turning loose of my cash for stupid reasons.
So, now, we can take the Tucson back to the transmission dude and see what kind of game he wants to play.
I still really like Stephanie and wish she was daughter-in-law material.
BW, there are some on here, probably many, that share your annoyance (disgust?) at the quality of discourse that often passes through here and especially some of us are bewildered by the sheer quantity of verbiage that some posters put forth, being further bewildered that said posters think someone with functioning brain cells want to read such an avalanche of diarrhea. But, peace to all, there must be some that do. I can choose to skip over, which I do, to find the postings of some of the bright minds that post here, and have something worthwhile to say. You know who are. On the good days, the conversations here harken back to undergrad days and late night bull sessions (sometimes all night!) with the brightest, most creative and engaged minds around. And oh how we miss that! And now some of that is rediscovered here.
So, BW, don’t go. This place will be much the poorer if you do. You help keep it real. And most times you’re funny as all get out! So……peace out….and keep those neurons firing!
We allowed America to be hollowed out and there is limited opportunity for the millennials. That said, as a group they are shallow and clueless. Stephanie frequents TBP that means she is smarter than most. In the long run she will be ok. That is after the 4th Turning shakes out.
Mongoose, BW ain’t leaving in a huff.
Ok fine Maggie I’ll stick around, but I want you ter promise me something. First no more pictures. it ain’t cool and with abberant weirdos like Sticky frequenting the place it ain’t safe either. And second, stop hittin the gawd danged down thumb on mah comments. It hurts mah feelings.
@Maggie: Your tale of woe ’bout vehicles and such has warmed the cockleshells of my heart – not to mention giving me several good laughs and a deep satisfying feeling that I am not alone in the world of transportation for children3.
I enjoyed every word and poop on those who find longer posts with tales of life experience too long. to hell with them as I learn from comments on here every day! They expect the tale to be told in three sentences or less so they get back to sucking their thumb or twiddling whatever electronic toy they are playing with and cannot be bothered to enjoy and learn from others’ experience and tales of joys and woes. Tell Nick not change and your solution to the problem almost caused me to wet my pants! I loved it.
We just sent $5k to my daughter to buy a car as her third husband just deserted the scene and absconded with the vehicle they shared, which was given to them by a church and on which he thoughtfully put in his name! She now says, I can’t find a car for $5,000 but maybe for $8,000 to which I replied, what are you going to do to raise the additional $3,000? Weeping and tears follow. This is a 56 year old woman we’re talking about that, though smart as a whip, hasn’t made a decent decision since she was 17 years old.
I feel welcomed to a club…
MA
@BW: If you wouldn’t write in such a red-necked dialect I might enjoy your shit a little more – but I find it too hard to decipher and not sufficient informational content to take the bother. Stay or go, I’ll skip your drivel either way.
MA
@Mags one more time: At 5:07Am you stated, “I still really like Stephanie and wish she was daughter-in-law material.”.. Do you remember when she first started posting here as “Clammy” as we shortened it?
She has come a long, long way since then with TBP scrubbing a lot of neo-liberal crap from her outlook and comments but she has a way to go yet. But I’ll say one thing about Clammy. She a tough nut, I like her and as daughter-in-law material, you could do worse!!!
MA
MA, I do remember and she is a tough nut. BW does the dialect and cadence of white trailer trash from the Midwest pretty well. I almost laughed at “is that yer best outfit” the other day.
Muck About
Yer daughter sounds like uh major loser. Sorry about that. Im sure yer very disappointed, but dont feel bad, it’s only half yer fault. And while Maggies son aint exactly uh brainiac rock star, hes young yet, and quite possibly wont be as big uh loser as yer daughter, so you might want ter keep yer comparison bullshit ter yerself. Yo, im out.
Hey Clammy, I got that article I mentioned finished. I’ll stew on it for a day, do some edits and get it to admin on Friday.
I/S
What is the subject matter or is it under wraps?
Talk about the pot calling the kettle a porch monkey. You got no room to talk, BW. I bet if your daddy hadn’t gotten himself locked up for life on a two bit liquor store hold-up, he’d be ‘majorly’ disappointed at the way you turned out.
Bea, it was spores.
Starfcker
So, now I know you are the sneaky doppler. I usually blame Loopey or Stucky so I will now beg their forgiveness. For shame Star.
EC
Thanks, I remember something about him mentioning spores a long time ago. Interesting little buggers.