Our Worst Fears Confirmed...

and then some. That's the way things are, here in America, the land of the duped, this Friday night. I've had a few Yuengling's and AFAYK, the Wife has absolutely no use for the inexpensive WalMart brand of Cab Sav or Pinot Grig.

If you are like me and enjoy massive amounts of schedenfreude, well this is your time. The important thing is to not become the object of schedenfreude. We have our few instruments of investment with some, shall we say, shrewd managers who are known to do such things as invent schedenfreude. They also make abominable automobiles which are purported to be very safe; and as a consequence we have several.

The nexus of the Universe is upon us. Right now, every Shia in Iraq who can rub two whatever the lowest domination of Iraqi currency together is headed to Karbala to celebrate Ashura. And tomorrow, South Carolinians, in fits of ignorance, hatred and denial, will unscientifically decide the primary of completely unelectable candidates for POTUS from the GOP. To top it all off, Macy's is having their One Day Sale.

I'm gonna give you the same advice I gave my Wife when I broke the news about the Subprime: Try Not to Take it Personally. Another good one is We're All in This Together. In days to come, when 401Ks and IRAs begin to evaporate, we need to refrain from saying things like I'm Going to Kill Your Sorry Ass to friends, neighbors and God forbid, family.

Sadly, the Perfect Storm or Worst Case Scenario will feature all sorts of unpleasant surprises like your daughter getting pregnant and moving in when you didn't even know you had a daughter. Buy some Jimmy Buffet albums, some booze and just try to ride this thing out. It's not your fault - unless it is.