Glanville: A little low better than a little high
August 30, 2010
Last week, while trying to comprehend the political mish-mash of events that keeps crawling under our Zucchini plants, the normal side went on vacation. Well, not really a vacation, but he's upset with the weak side for not understanding that there's a greater good being served here and there's "no need to pick everything apart and make fun of it.
This all started with the news that General Motors was going to offer its stock to the public for an undisclosed amount per share.
The company hadn't really thought about when they were going to make this offer, but the sound bite alone that they were going to, made the TV stock market "analysts" so happy the population of the planet Stupid rose by 80 percent.
As I recall, we, the American people, have loaned and or given this company gazillions of dollars to stay afloat so they can keep making what they make, while they make it and, in turn, make more money.
Does this not make us first-round picks of the stock and the profit sharing club?
If and when this stock goes public, and heaven forbid it probably will, the whole world will buy in and they, GM, will brag endlessly of their great comeback and enormous profits and we'll be left holding the original IOUs in our left hand and spit in our right.
Another part of this multifaceted (there's my big word) argument that added to the normal side's huffiness is all this mumbo-jumbo over buying and selling gold.
Simply put, the price of gold reflects the wreck our economy is in and the only way to make a good profit is when the whole thing, our economy, falls apart.
Oh sure, you can buy bits of this somewhat shiny stuff or mail in your last flame's ring for revenge and profit, but be forewarned: if you receive more than $600, the government will want its percentage right off the top, and you'll be ever so lucky to break even.
Perhaps this is one of those things my uncle Blaine was referring to when he said "a fast Cadillac and free enterprise was all they needed for the hard times."
Now for something completely different
Before the normal side left, he reminded me to thank everyone who shops locally and keeps our part of the world afloat.
As one lumberyard employee told me, "Our outlook is simple — call around and get prices, then come to us and you'll buy locally."
I would suppose that even our car dealerships would bend a little to keep the southern riff-raff out of our big box store parking lots.
Then again, maybe not.
After all, one of our standing Moffat County Commissioners went all the way to Missoula, Mont., for his new Mercedes Benz.
I've hunted and fished most of my 50 plus 11 years, and except for the occasional venture into the grey area, it's always been beyond any and all expectations.
So, when Jane sent me this e-mail from some California newpaper I had to share it:
"To all you hunters who kill animals for food, shame on you. You ought to go to the store and buy the meat that was made there, where no animals were harmed."
Welcome, hunters. Be safe, stay dry and remember a little low is far better than a little high.
Hey, you be careful out there.