Hello Maurice, swam, lunched, auctioned, napped, auctioned, and now about to be dragged screaming and kicking by wife to the Mandarin Hotel for big screen world cup watching while dining. I do not like sports, I do not like balls, I do not like teams, clans, tribes, and gangs. I do not like world cup anything except perhaps a sex orgy. And yet, strangely, when the time arrives, I will go to watch the game while munching dinner. Why? Because it will be time.
<<I am NOT going to buy gold>>
... You are of course wrong. You just do not realize the wrong of your way yet, but there is still some time;0)
<<irrational exuberance and mania could propel ... $1000 an ounce, ... it might not>>
... 1000 USD an oz will arrive before DJIA at 36k.
<<I was not prepared to take a gamble on the Internut mania>>
... You missed the fun that was relatively safe if one remembered to leave early.
<<I'm not going to chase gold above its production cost>>
... You still are in the fog. New gold production is less than 1% of existing gold inventory, and so production cost has naught to do with price of gold or whether the moon rises tonight.
<<I was going to try to join the cult, but couldn't work up the enthusiasm>>
... because it is not yet time, just as it is not yet time for the world cup match watching.
<<I'm off to eat some Indian food with family. Yumm.>>
... I hope my dinner will be as good, when it is time.
Chugs, Jay |
