Wrong. The ones that can't hack it at well below $45 deserve to be culled anyway, they're a burden on the industry and are helping keep the Middle East relevant. It's a prospect/acreage position buyers market and has been for a couple years.
I'm so fvcking depressed right now.Fellas . . . I'm sitting here in my favorite watering hole having just finished up my Christmas shopping. I'm on vacay until Jan1. Feeling kind a bad about our recruiting close . . . Worried about our long term prospects for getting back in the national picture . . .
So I click on this thread and start to read . . . Just passing the time, which is asinine as hell, because time is really the only thing that has any value at all. And I just roll my eyes at what I read . . .
I rarely get 'deep' because quite frankly I dont give a sheet except when it comes to UT football. Seems a lot of people are worried about money . . . Money they have or money they want to have or dont want to lose.
Money doesn't mean a damn thing. It changes nothing with regard to the big picture . . . And that is . . . The Passage of Time. Money doesn't stop that. Wish it did.
I've been poor as shit, like my first job in banking at First Interstate Bank (Wells Fargo) were I earned an astounding $15.5 k a year. I was happier than a pig in sheet. Everything worked physically, full head a hair, big coeck that would get hard in 15 seconds, a brain that could remember anything and everything, squatted 425 and benched 305, and this from a guy who played basketball. Wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down, while
laying flat, and it would end up at her ankles. Her teeddies were tight B cups with perfect nipples. The way she used to look at me . . . Oh sheet!
And I've been richer than hell too, like when I opened my own DB company and provided a pathway to real estate moguls to move their $'s offshore legally. I had one hellacious trophy wife, not the one above, and had naked pool parties every other weekend. One of the bedrooms in my house was a stripper room with a dance stage, brass pool, mirrors, fog machine, bar etc. The sheet that went on in that room I can't repeat here. 2007 recession ended all that.
And I've been in between like now. 6 figure annual salary but nothing to write home about. You guys know what I've found? Money hasn't made a bit of difference with regard to my happiness. I'm the same guy, money hasn't made me any happier or sadder. But Time . . . It keeps on going. The number of digits on my bank account statement doesn't affect it. Time, well it makes a difference in your life like money never will.
Now you older fellers will understand what I'm about to say . . . You younger guys will all say 'that wont happen to me'. Um, yea it will and its gonna suck. Not gonna lie. And all the money in the world is not gonna help you.
You're gonna die, that's it and that process sucks. It's just a really slow process. This starts the moment you get out of puberty. Do you know why God made the dying process so drawn out? The answer is that if it happened over 2 or 3 months we would all kill ourselves. The change would be so drastic over such a short amount of time that we wouldn't be able to handle it. God knew better. Kill us slowly like a frog in a pot of water that's set to boil. That's us folks. Gribit gribit.
Only some of us pay attention though. Im one of em. Let me tell you young kids what you have to look forward to . . . At some point you're gonna stop feeling your schlonger. You remember at 17 when you could just think . . . 'Get big n hard now'? That's gonna end as if all lines of communication have been cut between your brain and your balz.
Then you'll start noticing a little extra hair in the shower drain and on your pillow. Hello Bosley! It's about this time when you'll notice your wife or girlfriend starts looking at you differently. Gone is that look of 'throw me over the couch right now' . . . Having been replaced by the look of 'what kind of jewelry can you buy me for Christmas so I can seduce your best friends son'. Everyone wants to feel young, women especially.
Then into your 40's you go. One day you'll wake up and put on your watch . . . and you wont be able to see the face or hands. This happens to 60% of men in their 40's. You'll go down to the Albertsons or Safeway and get yourself some readers. You'll start with 125's then 6 months later it'll be 200's then you'll go to 250's then shamefully shop for the 300's. Suffering in silence because your wife is banging your best friends son anyway and doesn't care.
Depressed yet? It gets worse. At some point you'll discover the wonderousness of sharting. Always keep a pair of backup Jean's in your car. You're gonna need em. Gall bladder problems? Hello!
And then there is the really fun fun stuff of coughing and pissing yourself. This is prostate stuff . . . . Coming to a theater near you! So much fun. Pass the Depends! Hows that money working out for ya? Got shit in your drawers and piss in your pants. Someone pass me the money, that'll fix it!
Listen, I'm not gonna go into cancer, liver failure, renal failure, and all those other goodies but I tell ya money ain't gonna fix this either. And folks, those things are worse than anything I've said above. I had a good buddy stand up one day and fall into my arms. A week later he was dead because of liver failure. Hows that stock market working out for ya?
None of it matters. Love the people around you while you can. That matters. Money, paper burning in the wind. Shit, happy hour is over! Back to UT football, which is what I care about anyway. Meanwhile, Time marches on . . . Whether you pay attention to it or not . . . And you can't stop it with any amount of money. Perspective guys.
Very nicely done Sir. After reading this I went home to my double wide, drank a 6 pack of Schlitz and killed myself. It hurt but I’m feeling better now.Fellas . . . I'm sitting here in my favorite watering hole having just finished up my Christmas shopping. I'm on vacay until Jan1. Feeling kind a bad about our recruiting close . . . Worried about our long term prospects for getting back in the national picture . . .
So I click on this thread and start to read . . . Just passing the time, which is asinine as hell, because time is really the only thing that has any value at all. And I just roll my eyes at what I read . . .
I rarely get 'deep' because quite frankly I dont give a sheet except when it comes to UT football. Seems a lot of people are worried about money . . . Money they have or money they want to have or dont want to lose.
Money doesn't mean a damn thing. It changes nothing with regard to the big picture . . . And that is . . . The Passage of Time. Money doesn't stop that. Wish it did.
I've been poor as shit, like my first job in banking at First Interstate Bank (Wells Fargo) were I earned an astounding $15.5 k a year. I was happier than a pig in sheet. Everything worked physically, full head a hair, big coeck that would get hard in 15 seconds, a brain that could remember anything and everything, squatted 425 and benched 305, and this from a guy who played basketball. Wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down, while
laying flat, and it would end up at her ankles. Her teeddies were tight B cups with perfect nipples. The way she used to look at me . . . Oh sheet!
And I've been richer than hell too, like when I opened my own DB company and provided a pathway to real estate moguls to move their $'s offshore legally. I had one hellacious trophy wife, not the one above, and had naked pool parties every other weekend. One of the bedrooms in my house was a stripper room with a dance stage, brass pool, mirrors, fog machine, bar etc. The sheet that went on in that room I can't repeat here. 2007 recession ended all that.
And I've been in between like now. 6 figure annual salary but nothing to write home about. You guys know what I've found? Money hasn't made a bit of difference with regard to my happiness. I'm the same guy, money hasn't made me any happier or sadder. But Time . . . It keeps on going. The number of digits on my bank account statement doesn't affect it. Time, well it makes a difference in your life like money never will.
Now you older fellers will understand what I'm about to say . . . You younger guys will all say 'that wont happen to me'. Um, yea it will and its gonna suck. Not gonna lie. And all the money in the world is not gonna help you.
You're gonna die, that's it and that process sucks. It's just a really slow process. This starts the moment you get out of puberty. Do you know why God made the dying process so drawn out? The answer is that if it happened over 2 or 3 months we would all kill ourselves. The change would be so drastic over such a short amount of time that we wouldn't be able to handle it. God knew better. Kill us slowly like a frog in a pot of water that's set to boil. That's us folks. Gribit gribit.
Only some of us pay attention though. Im one of em. Let me tell you young kids what you have to look forward to . . . At some point you're gonna stop feeling your schlonger. You remember at 17 when you could just think . . . 'Get big n hard now'? That's gonna end as if all lines of communication have been cut between your brain and your balz.
Then you'll start noticing a little extra hair in the shower drain and on your pillow. Hello Bosley! It's about this time when you'll notice your wife or girlfriend starts looking at you differently. Gone is that look of 'throw me over the couch right now' . . . Having been replaced by the look of 'what kind of jewelry can you buy me for Christmas so I can seduce your best friends son'. Everyone wants to feel young, women especially.
Then into your 40's you go. One day you'll wake up and put on your watch . . . and you wont be able to see the face or hands. This happens to 60% of men in their 40's. You'll go down to the Albertsons or Safeway and get yourself some readers. You'll start with 125's then 6 months later it'll be 200's then you'll go to 250's then shamefully shop for the 300's. Suffering in silence because your wife is banging your best friends son anyway and doesn't care.
Depressed yet? It gets worse. At some point you'll discover the wonderousness of sharting. Always keep a pair of backup Jean's in your car. You're gonna need em. Gall bladder problems? Hello!
And then there is the really fun fun stuff of coughing and pissing yourself. This is prostate stuff . . . . Coming to a theater near you! So much fun. Pass the Depends! Hows that money working out for ya? Got shit in your drawers and piss in your pants. Someone pass me the money, that'll fix it!
Listen, I'm not gonna go into cancer, liver failure, renal failure, and all those other goodies but I tell ya money ain't gonna fix this either. And folks, those things are worse than anything I've said above. I had a good buddy stand up one day and fall into my arms. A week later he was dead because of liver failure. Hows that stock market working out for ya?
None of it matters. Love the people around you while you can. That matters. Money, paper burning in the wind. Shit, happy hour is over! Back to UT football, which is what I care about anyway. Meanwhile, Time marches on . . . Whether you pay attention to it or not . . . And you can't stop it with any amount of money. Perspective guys.
Very entertaining, man. A lot of truth. However, I want to contest your "money doesn't mean a damn thing" thing. It bought you some stripper rooms and naked parties most of us will never know and the memories of which will last, well, the rest of your life. Just joking. Money, happiness, joy, health, life, death, and meaning are all fun happy hour topics. Cheers, man.Fellas . . . I'm sitting here in my favorite watering hole having just finished up my Christmas shopping. I'm on vacay until Jan1. Feeling kind a bad about our recruiting close . . . Worried about our long term prospects for getting back in the national picture . . .
So I click on this thread and start to read . . . Just passing the time, which is asinine as hell, because time is really the only thing that has any value at all. And I just roll my eyes at what I read . . .
I rarely get 'deep' because quite frankly I dont give a sheet except when it comes to UT football. Seems a lot of people are worried about money . . . Money they have or money they want to have or dont want to lose.
Money doesn't mean a damn thing. It changes nothing with regard to the big picture . . . And that is . . . The Passage of Time. Money doesn't stop that. Wish it did.
I've been poor as shit, like my first job in banking at First Interstate Bank (Wells Fargo) were I earned an astounding $15.5 k a year. I was happier than a pig in sheet. Everything worked physically, full head a hair, big coeck that would get hard in 15 seconds, a brain that could remember anything and everything, squatted 425 and benched 305, and this from a guy who played basketball. Wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down, while
laying flat, and it would end up at her ankles. Her teeddies were tight B cups with perfect nipples. The way she used to look at me . . . Oh sheet!
And I've been richer than hell too, like when I opened my own DB company and provided a pathway to real estate moguls to move their $'s offshore legally. I had one hellacious trophy wife, not the one above, and had naked pool parties every other weekend. One of the bedrooms in my house was a stripper room with a dance stage, brass pool, mirrors, fog machine, bar etc. The sheet that went on in that room I can't repeat here. 2007 recession ended all that.
And I've been in between like now. 6 figure annual salary but nothing to write home about. You guys know what I've found? Money hasn't made a bit of difference with regard to my happiness. I'm the same guy, money hasn't made me any happier or sadder. But Time . . . It keeps on going. The number of digits on my bank account statement doesn't affect it. Time, well it makes a difference in your life like money never will.
Now you older fellers will understand what I'm about to say . . . You younger guys will all say 'that wont happen to me'. Um, yea it will and its gonna suck. Not gonna lie. And all the money in the world is not gonna help you.
You're gonna die, that's it and that process sucks. It's just a really slow process. This starts the moment you get out of puberty. Do you know why God made the dying process so drawn out? The answer is that if it happened over 2 or 3 months we would all kill ourselves. The change would be so drastic over such a short amount of time that we wouldn't be able to handle it. God knew better. Kill us slowly like a frog in a pot of water that's set to boil. That's us folks. Gribit gribit.
Only some of us pay attention though. Im one of em. Let me tell you young kids what you have to look forward to . . . At some point you're gonna stop feeling your schlonger. You remember at 17 when you could just think . . . 'Get big n hard now'? That's gonna end as if all lines of communication have been cut between your brain and your balz.
Then you'll start noticing a little extra hair in the shower drain and on your pillow. Hello Bosley! It's about this time when you'll notice your wife or girlfriend starts looking at you differently. Gone is that look of 'throw me over the couch right now' . . . Having been replaced by the look of 'what kind of jewelry can you buy me for Christmas so I can seduce your best friends son'. Everyone wants to feel young, women especially.
Then into your 40's you go. One day you'll wake up and put on your watch . . . and you wont be able to see the face or hands. This happens to 60% of men in their 40's. You'll go down to the Albertsons or Safeway and get yourself some readers. You'll start with 125's then 6 months later it'll be 200's then you'll go to 250's then shamefully shop for the 300's. Suffering in silence because your wife is banging your best friends son anyway and doesn't care.
Depressed yet? It gets worse. At some point you'll discover the wonderousness of sharting. Always keep a pair of backup Jean's in your car. You're gonna need em. Gall bladder problems? Hello!
And then there is the really fun fun stuff of coughing and pissing yourself. This is prostate stuff . . . . Coming to a theater near you! So much fun. Pass the Depends! Hows that money working out for ya? Got shit in your drawers and piss in your pants. Someone pass me the money, that'll fix it!
Listen, I'm not gonna go into cancer, liver failure, renal failure, and all those other goodies but I tell ya money ain't gonna fix this either. And folks, those things are worse than anything I've said above. I had a good buddy stand up one day and fall into my arms. A week later he was dead because of liver failure. Hows that stock market working out for ya?
None of it matters. Love the people around you while you can. That matters. Money, paper burning in the wind. Shit, happy hour is over! Back to UT football, which is what I care about anyway. Meanwhile, Time marches on . . . Whether you pay attention to it or not . . . And you can't stop it with any amount of money. Perspective guys.
Fellas . . . I'm sitting here in my favorite watering hole having just finished up my Christmas shopping. I'm on vacay until Jan1. Feeling kind a bad about our recruiting close . . . Worried about our long term prospects for getting back in the national picture . . .
So I click on this thread and start to read . . . Just passing the time, which is asinine as hell, because time is really the only thing that has any value at all. And I just roll my eyes at what I read . . .
I rarely get 'deep' because quite frankly I dont give a sheet except when it comes to UT football. Seems a lot of people are worried about money . . . Money they have or money they want to have or dont want to lose.
Money doesn't mean a damn thing. It changes nothing with regard to the big picture . . . And that is . . . The Passage of Time. Money doesn't stop that. Wish it did.
I've been poor as shit, like my first job in banking at First Interstate Bank (Wells Fargo) were I earned an astounding $15.5 k a year. I was happier than a pig in sheet. Everything worked physically, full head a hair, big coeck that would get hard in 15 seconds, a brain that could remember anything and everything, squatted 425 and benched 305, and this from a guy who played basketball. Wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down, while
laying flat, and it would end up at her ankles. Her teeddies were tight B cups with perfect nipples. The way she used to look at me . . . Oh sheet!
And I've been richer than hell too, like when I opened my own DB company and provided a pathway to real estate moguls to move their $'s offshore legally. I had one hellacious trophy wife, not the one above, and had naked pool parties every other weekend. One of the bedrooms in my house was a stripper room with a dance stage, brass pool, mirrors, fog machine, bar etc. The sheet that went on in that room I can't repeat here. 2007 recession ended all that.
And I've been in between like now. 6 figure annual salary but nothing to write home about. You guys know what I've found? Money hasn't made a bit of difference with regard to my happiness. I'm the same guy, money hasn't made me any happier or sadder. But Time . . . It keeps on going. The number of digits on my bank account statement doesn't affect it. Time, well it makes a difference in your life like money never will.
Now you older fellers will understand what I'm about to say . . . You younger guys will all say 'that wont happen to me'. Um, yea it will and its gonna suck. Not gonna lie. And all the money in the world is not gonna help you.
You're gonna die, that's it and that process sucks. It's just a really slow process. This starts the moment you get out of puberty. Do you know why God made the dying process so drawn out? The answer is that if it happened over 2 or 3 months we would all kill ourselves. The change would be so drastic over such a short amount of time that we wouldn't be able to handle it. God knew better. Kill us slowly like a frog in a pot of water that's set to boil. That's us folks. Gribit gribit.
Only some of us pay attention though. Im one of em. Let me tell you young kids what you have to look forward to . . . At some point you're gonna stop feeling your schlonger. You remember at 17 when you could just think . . . 'Get big n hard now'? That's gonna end as if all lines of communication have been cut between your brain and your balz.
Then you'll start noticing a little extra hair in the shower drain and on your pillow. Hello Bosley! It's about this time when you'll notice your wife or girlfriend starts looking at you differently. Gone is that look of 'throw me over the couch right now' . . . Having been replaced by the look of 'what kind of jewelry can you buy me for Christmas so I can seduce your best friends son'. Everyone wants to feel young, women especially.
Then into your 40's you go. One day you'll wake up and put on your watch . . . and you wont be able to see the face or hands. This happens to 60% of men in their 40's. You'll go down to the Albertsons or Safeway and get yourself some readers. You'll start with 125's then 6 months later it'll be 200's then you'll go to 250's then shamefully shop for the 300's. Suffering in silence because your wife is banging your best friends son anyway and doesn't care.
Depressed yet? It gets worse. At some point you'll discover the wonderousness of sharting. Always keep a pair of backup Jean's in your car. You're gonna need em. Gall bladder problems? Hello!
And then there is the really fun fun stuff of coughing and pissing yourself. This is prostate stuff . . . . Coming to a theater near you! So much fun. Pass the Depends! Hows that money working out for ya? Got shit in your drawers and piss in your pants. Someone pass me the money, that'll fix it!
Listen, I'm not gonna go into cancer, liver failure, renal failure, and all those other goodies but I tell ya money ain't gonna fix this either. And folks, those things are worse than anything I've said above. I had a good buddy stand up one day and fall into my arms. A week later he was dead because of liver failure. Hows that stock market working out for ya?
None of it matters. Love the people around you while you can. That matters. Money, paper burning in the wind. Shit, happy hour is over! Back to UT football, which is what I care about anyway. Meanwhile, Time marches on . . . Whether you pay attention to it or not . . . And you can't stop it with any amount of money. Perspective guys.
Exactly. Money doesn't make you happy but it makes you a hell of a lot happier than if you were dead broke....Or so I've been toldVery entertaining, man. A lot of truth. However, I want to contest your "money doesn't mean a damn thing" thing. It bought you some stripper rooms and naked parties most of us will never know and the memories of which will last, well, the rest of your life. Just joking. Money, happiness, joy, health, life, death, and meaning are all fun happy hour topics. Cheers, man.
There's more talk of the Fed raising rates too much rather than not enough. I too see slower times ahead, but our economy is strong, companies have been frugal with their investments and any downturn should be short lived. A good time to buy low.
Fellas . . . I'm sitting here in my favorite watering hole having just finished up my Christmas shopping. I'm on vacay until Jan1. Feeling kind a bad about our recruiting close . . . Worried about our long term prospects for getting back in the national picture . . .
So I click on this thread and start to read . . . Just passing the time, which is asinine as hell, because time is really the only thing that has any value at all. And I just roll my eyes at what I read . . .
I rarely get 'deep' because quite frankly I dont give a sheet except when it comes to UT football. Seems a lot of people are worried about money . . . Money they have or money they want to have or dont want to lose.
Money doesn't mean a damn thing. It changes nothing with regard to the big picture . . . And that is . . . The Passage of Time. Money doesn't stop that. Wish it did.
I've been poor as shit, like my first job in banking at First Interstate Bank (Wells Fargo) were I earned an astounding $15.5 k a year. I was happier than a pig in sheet. Everything worked physically, full head a hair, big coeck that would get hard in 15 seconds, a brain that could remember anything and everything, squatted 425 and benched 305, and this from a guy who played basketball. Wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down, while
laying flat, and it would end up at her ankles. Her teeddies were tight B cups with perfect nipples. The way she used to look at me . . . Oh sheet!
And I've been richer than hell too, like when I opened my own DB company and provided a pathway to real estate moguls to move their $'s offshore legally. I had one hellacious trophy wife, not the one above, and had naked pool parties every other weekend. One of the bedrooms in my house was a stripper room with a dance stage, brass pool, mirrors, fog machine, bar etc. The sheet that went on in that room I can't repeat here. 2007 recession ended all that.
And I've been in between like now. 6 figure annual salary but nothing to write home about. You guys know what I've found? Money hasn't made a bit of difference with regard to my happiness. I'm the same guy, money hasn't made me any happier or sadder. But Time . . . It keeps on going. The number of digits on my bank account statement doesn't affect it. Time, well it makes a difference in your life like money never will.
Now you older fellers will understand what I'm about to say . . . You younger guys will all say 'that wont happen to me'. Um, yea it will and its gonna suck. Not gonna lie. And all the money in the world is not gonna help you.
You're gonna die, that's it and that process sucks. It's just a really slow process. This starts the moment you get out of puberty. Do you know why God made the dying process so drawn out? The answer is that if it happened over 2 or 3 months we would all kill ourselves. The change would be so drastic over such a short amount of time that we wouldn't be able to handle it. God knew better. Kill us slowly like a frog in a pot of water that's set to boil. That's us folks. Gribit gribit.
Only some of us pay attention though. Im one of em. Let me tell you young kids what you have to look forward to . . . At some point you're gonna stop feeling your schlonger. You remember at 17 when you could just think . . . 'Get big n hard now'? That's gonna end as if all lines of communication have been cut between your brain and your balz.
Then you'll start noticing a little extra hair in the shower drain and on your pillow. Hello Bosley! It's about this time when you'll notice your wife or girlfriend starts looking at you differently. Gone is that look of 'throw me over the couch right now' . . . Having been replaced by the look of 'what kind of jewelry can you buy me for Christmas so I can seduce your best friends son'. Everyone wants to feel young, women especially.
Then into your 40's you go. One day you'll wake up and put on your watch . . . and you wont be able to see the face or hands. This happens to 60% of men in their 40's. You'll go down to the Albertsons or Safeway and get yourself some readers. You'll start with 125's then 6 months later it'll be 200's then you'll go to 250's then shamefully shop for the 300's. Suffering in silence because your wife is banging your best friends son anyway and doesn't care.
Depressed yet? It gets worse. At some point you'll discover the wonderousness of sharting. Always keep a pair of backup Jean's in your car. You're gonna need em. Gall bladder problems? Hello!
And then there is the really fun fun stuff of coughing and pissing yourself. This is prostate stuff . . . . Coming to a theater near you! So much fun. Pass the Depends! Hows that money working out for ya? Got shit in your drawers and piss in your pants. Someone pass me the money, that'll fix it!
Listen, I'm not gonna go into cancer, liver failure, renal failure, and all those other goodies but I tell ya money ain't gonna fix this either. And folks, those things are worse than anything I've said above. I had a good buddy stand up one day and fall into my arms. A week later he was dead because of liver failure. Hows that stock market working out for ya?
None of it matters. Love the people around you while you can. That matters. Money, paper burning in the wind. Shit, happy hour is over! Back to UT football, which is what I care about anyway. Meanwhile, Time marches on . . . Whether you pay attention to it or not . . . And you can't stop it with any amount of money. Perspective guys.
Are we the only crypto guys here? I have steadily scaled in as BTC was going down to 3200. BTC/XRP are pretty much the only coins I have been accumulating during this bear of a market. As hard as it has been all of 2018, I am still a believer.
I got in about 5 years ago and was able to make a nice chunk when Bitcoin peaked. This last year I got in with a small position.......thank God. Got to hold out hope that an IPO is on its way. I also have small positions with Litecoin and Etherium. So many choices out there, I just stuck with a few. Every time I see an ad advertising about getting started trading crypto today, “it only takes a few minutes to sign up” I laugh. Back when I first got started I know it took about 2 weeks to get my wallets set up and my accounts established not to mention getting a bank account linked to my Coinbase etc accounts
Ans therein lies part of the peoblem. People can move from crap investments to good ones but when everybody leaves the market-- this is what we get. The media got you and everybody else.
I don't know about that, man. This bull run aided by QE has long surpassed the normal bull/bear cycles. Zerohedge reported that this was the longest bull run in history it has entered a bear market. The average bear market being 1.4 years. I am not an expert and don't know enough to say definitely one way or the other, but, this falls in line with what I am doing with my funds.
What is really happening:
You had me at “wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down.”Fellas . . . I'm sitting here in my favorite watering hole having just finished up my Christmas shopping. I'm on vacay until Jan1. Feeling kind a bad about our recruiting close . . . Worried about our long term prospects for getting back in the national picture . . .
So I click on this thread and start to read . . . Just passing the time, which is asinine as hell, because time is really the only thing that has any value at all. And I just roll my eyes at what I read . . .
I rarely get 'deep' because quite frankly I dont give a sheet except when it comes to UT football. Seems a lot of people are worried about money . . . Money they have or money they want to have or dont want to lose.
Money doesn't mean a damn thing. It changes nothing with regard to the big picture . . . And that is . . . The Passage of Time. Money doesn't stop that. Wish it did.
I've been poor as shit, like my first job in banking at First Interstate Bank (Wells Fargo) were I earned an astounding $15.5 k a year. I was happier than a pig in sheet. Everything worked physically, full head a hair, big coeck that would get hard in 15 seconds, a brain that could remember anything and everything, squatted 425 and benched 305, and this from a guy who played basketball. Wife had an ass you could roll a Hot Wheels car down, while
laying flat, and it would end up at her ankles. Her teeddies were tight B cups with perfect nipples. The way she used to look at me . . . Oh sheet!
And I've been richer than hell too, like when I opened my own DB company and provided a pathway to real estate moguls to move their $'s offshore legally. I had one hellacious trophy wife, not the one above, and had naked pool parties every other weekend. One of the bedrooms in my house was a stripper room with a dance stage, brass pool, mirrors, fog machine, bar etc. The sheet that went on in that room I can't repeat here. 2007 recession ended all that.
And I've been in between like now. 6 figure annual salary but nothing to write home about. You guys know what I've found? Money hasn't made a bit of difference with regard to my happiness. I'm the same guy, money hasn't made me any happier or sadder. But Time . . . It keeps on going. The number of digits on my bank account statement doesn't affect it. Time, well it makes a difference in your life like money never will.
Now you older fellers will understand what I'm about to say . . . You younger guys will all say 'that wont happen to me'. Um, yea it will and its gonna suck. Not gonna lie. And all the money in the world is not gonna help you.
You're gonna die, that's it and that process sucks. It's just a really slow process. This starts the moment you get out of puberty. Do you know why God made the dying process so drawn out? The answer is that if it happened over 2 or 3 months we would all kill ourselves. The change would be so drastic over such a short amount of time that we wouldn't be able to handle it. God knew better. Kill us slowly like a frog in a pot of water that's set to boil. That's us folks. Gribit gribit.
Only some of us pay attention though. Im one of em. Let me tell you young kids what you have to look forward to . . . At some point you're gonna stop feeling your schlonger. You remember at 17 when you could just think . . . 'Get big n hard now'? That's gonna end as if all lines of communication have been cut between your brain and your balz.
Then you'll start noticing a little extra hair in the shower drain and on your pillow. Hello Bosley! It's about this time when you'll notice your wife or girlfriend starts looking at you differently. Gone is that look of 'throw me over the couch right now' . . . Having been replaced by the look of 'what kind of jewelry can you buy me for Christmas so I can seduce your best friends son'. Everyone wants to feel young, women especially.
Then into your 40's you go. One day you'll wake up and put on your watch . . . and you wont be able to see the face or hands. This happens to 60% of men in their 40's. You'll go down to the Albertsons or Safeway and get yourself some readers. You'll start with 125's then 6 months later it'll be 200's then you'll go to 250's then shamefully shop for the 300's. Suffering in silence because your wife is banging your best friends son anyway and doesn't care.
Depressed yet? It gets worse. At some point you'll discover the wonderousness of sharting. Always keep a pair of backup Jean's in your car. You're gonna need em. Gall bladder problems? Hello!
And then there is the really fun fun stuff of coughing and pissing yourself. This is prostate stuff . . . . Coming to a theater near you! So much fun. Pass the Depends! Hows that money working out for ya? Got shit in your drawers and piss in your pants. Someone pass me the money, that'll fix it!
Listen, I'm not gonna go into cancer, liver failure, renal failure, and all those other goodies but I tell ya money ain't gonna fix this either. And folks, those things are worse than anything I've said above. I had a good buddy stand up one day and fall into my arms. A week later he was dead because of liver failure. Hows that stock market working out for ya?
None of it matters. Love the people around you while you can. That matters. Money, paper burning in the wind. Shit, happy hour is over! Back to UT football, which is what I care about anyway. Meanwhile, Time marches on . . . Whether you pay attention to it or not . . . And you can't stop it with any amount of money. Perspective guys.
I believe you about the elite class of powerful players behind the scenes and some of the control they place on things. These days, many things have to fall in place for it to go perfectly without any adverse events affecting their plan's fulfillment or unexpected consequences. It is weird that the president of the United States has less power than these elites. Nonetheless, I won't underestimate Trump. He isn't afraid of a fight or of exposing things that get in his way. These clashes come with a lot of fear and unforeseen events, but, are sometimes necessary to reach truth. I am a Bush supporter, but, I wish he would have taken care of these bank's indiscretions when he had a chance. We would have taken our lumps already and gotten back to real money. In my mind, there is no such thing as "too big to fail". I don't want to change this to a crypto discussion, but, these are the kinds of things that led to the spawn of crypto. Powers that be screwing with people's livelihoods and lifetime savings.
Not that I can even put a dent in the elites, but this is already happening. Adoption and actual utility won’t be a United States thing. It will occur outside of the US in places like Venezuela
