Hi Maurice, My golly, you are right! How can I be so stubbornly blind, to the point of being totally oblivious to the fact that 1929 in fact never happened, and is in fact an artifact created by non-believing revisionist economic monks who never experienced the intoxicating build out of infrastructure.
Be brave, soldiers of the Aztec Cross, for tomorrow we rule.
Be patient, the downtrodden ex-investors, for day after tomorrow we feast.
Be smart, family, friends, comrades and fellowship of independent thinking rebels, for one day we will gather in Maui and toast to our foresight and good fortune, as our loved ones frolic in the gentle surf of plenty.
Maurice, turn your head to the upper right direction, lock your vision on to the sniper scopes twinkling from the dark foliage, and quickly, join us before it is too late. The earth is starting to rumble, and I hear a deluge of H2O rushing towards you, energized by Newtonian gravity and held together by quantum mechanical forces obeying the same rules as CDMA waves.
If I am wrong, I can join in the party you are now having, at any time. If you are wrong, you are doomed.
Pass the dice and roll the wheel.
Chugs, Jay |
