Bond Bulls Bond Bulls: America's Reality by Dr. Kurt Richebächer The Daily Reckoning Tuesday, October 25, 2005 Paris, France
Dr. Kurt Richebächer explains that, while the Bond Bulls are right in their dire assessment of the US economy, they're playing a dangerous game. --------------------- A majestic sense of mischief
everything must balance out eventually
An anticlimactic race
a conversation with the Good Doctor
The easy way and the hard way to save energy
even if you run out of money, you still have plenty of alternatives - as long as you never make a wrong move
and more!
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Just as there are always ways to make money
so are there always ways to spend it. Nature, with her majestic sense of mischief, provides that for every dollar made there arises a dollar's worth of spending that otherwise would not exist. The man who invented double-entry bookkeeping was a genius. For just as you bring nothing into this life, so must you take nothing out. The sum of energy and mass in the universe is always constant. Credits must equal debits; everything must balance out. These thoughts brought a smile to our face as we wandered around the Lion d'Angers yesterday. Lion d'Angers is a place in the Loire Valley. It is also a great sports attraction - a Super Bowl of sorts for the horse world - where people do "three-day eventing," the sport that cost Christopher Reeves his life. The first day, the riders do dressage. The second, they compete at cross-country. On the third day, the horses jump over a series of obstacles. We are not fans of spectator sports, among which we would rank three-day eventing somewhere between golf and tennis; that is, not as boring as golf and less exciting than tennis. But at least there is always the hope that a rider will take a fall and be carried off on a stretcher. Lion d'Angers is an international competition. Riders come from all over the world to compete. There were teams from Italy, Germany, New Zealand, Russia, Sweden, and even the Ukraine. But there were no American riders for some reason. The closest thing to a U.S. presence was one horse on the French team named Key West, owned by none other than Madame Bonner. So, yes, we had a dog in this race. Even so, your editor couldn't work up much enthusiasm for it. Like baseball, there are long stretches when nothing much happens. And then when something does happen, it is a bit of a letdown. A horse gallops up and jumps over a few bars. Bravo! That is what he is expected to do. The excitement only comes in small units, when something unexpected happens, such as when the horse stumbles and falls, crushing the rider beneath him. This doesn't happen very often, and did not happen yesterday. But when it does, the crowd feels vaguely guilty for wishing it on him. It's very much like a group of gawkers at a hanging, eagerly waiting for the trap door to open and the rope to stretch
and then they feel a bit sorry for the man at the end of it. The most serious teams, the English especially, came with lavish equipment and entourages. They drove over with several horses in enormous vans, equipped with small apartments. Elizabeth explained how the business works: "These are horse breeders. They know that if their horses do well they'll be able to sell either these horses or their offspring for a lot of money." "How much money?" "Well, a decent performer will go for about $50,000. A real winner with the characteristics that people are looking for, such as a good Anglo-Arab with plenty of Arabian blood, can go for $150,000 or more. People spend a lot of money on this sport." But Elizabeth proves that the sport is open to amateurs, too. She bought a horse fairly cheaply and found a rider to mount him (she rides well herself, but not quite at that level). If the horse did well, she figured, she could sell him or put him at stud and at least double her investment. The final event, yesterday, was the jumping. Poor Key West seemed a bit tired. He knocked down one of the poles. This alone would not be too damaging, but it was a tight race, and the defending champion had just done the course without touching a single one. The next rider, an Italian, also cleared all the hurdles, despite the fact that a white and black dog had gotten loose and chased him all around the track yelping at his horse's hooves. "That happened at another competition I attended," Elizabeth noted. "A dog got away from one of the trainers and chased someone around. The horse spooked and the rider fell off; he broke his shoulder and was disqualified. You can imagine how the poor dog owner felt." We never found out how yesterday's dog owner felt, but we could imagine. At the end of the day, a girl came up to us with the dog on a leash. "Do you know whose dog this is?" she asked. She had been going all over the field trying to match the dog with its owner. No one admitted ownership. Evidently, the owner was too mortified to claim him. (More on this below
) Now for the news, from our team at The Rude Awakening
-------------- Eric Fry, reporting from Wall Street: "I'm a faithful reader of your monthly newsletter," your editor began his recent half-day discussion with Dr. Richebacher in Cannes, France. "And I accept your grim diagnosis for the U.S. economy. But I don't want to accept your equally grim prognosis. I understand, for example, that our economic imbalances are considerable. But I don't want to believe that they are insurmountable. Isn't there some way for us Americans to tip-toe away from the precipice of disaster?" For the rest of Mr. Fry's conversation with the Good Doctor, see today's issue of The Rude Awakening: No Way Out -------------- Bill Bonner, back in Paris
*** In the last weekend edition of The Daily Reckoning, we asked for you to write in and voice your opinions on America's impending oil shock. The responses have been clogging up our inbox here at the DR HQ, so we will make a point to publish one or two reader comments each day
"Well, there's the easy way and the hard way. The problem is that the energy industry wants us to believe that the easy way is the hard way and vice versa. As Inigo Montoya said, 'Let me 'splain. No that will take too long. Let me sum up.' "The easy way starts with a tube of caulk. You put it in the cracks around your doors and windows. You can either put in more effective windows or put up plastic with double-faced tape each winter. (Investment in new storm windows beat the Dow in returns over the past 30-odd years.) In the summer, close the curtains on the sunny side during the day. Open them to let the breeze blow through at night. Use a fan. Take the money you save and invest it in a few inches of insulation in your attic or crawl space. Wrap your hot water pipes with foam. Get a timer that will turn your hot water heater off for a few hours every night. Set the thermostat on the hot water heater so the water coming out of the tap is just right and you don't have to temper it with cold water. But no, that's HARD! Too much work! Just crank the thermostat, will you? "OK, lets take the next easy step: buying or building a house? Make sure the long side faces south and the biggest windows are on that side. There's a simple calculation you can do to figure out how wide the eaves have to be so that you will get maximum solar gain in the winter, when the sun rides lower in the sky, and have the entire window shaded in the summer when the sun is higher. Heck, builders could even work this into the design of developments and use it as a selling point. "Lets take an even bigger step here, and look at how our cities and towns are laid out. Is there a store you can walk to? Should a portion of each residential neighborhood be zoned commercial? Are there any unused railroad tracks? Would it be possible to renovate them and create small commercial centers served by a rail transit line? WHAT! Not in MY neighborhood! "Gee, let's look at the Federal level. Transit is the biggest burner of petro products. How about increasing fuel efficiency standards? Improving public transit? And violate the Sacred Constitutional right to own a Hummer? How DARE you! Commie. "Then there's the easy way. Just keep living your life as you have, paying more and more to support it. When you run out of money, you still have plenty of alternatives. You can make the right moves (and only the right moves) in the stock market. Moonlight. Join a multilevel marketing organization. Win the lottery. Failing that, you can run up your credit cards, burglarize your neighbors, embezzle a little at work, sell pot or cocaine, whatever it takes to bravely continue the American Way of Life, so the sacrifices of our brave boys in the Middle East will not be in vain. What could be easier?" [Ed. Note: For as many readers that were sending us emails with possible solutions to the oil crisis, there were a few naysayers - people who refuse to believe in the Peak Oil theory, or those who think oil depletion will ever effect the American way of life. On the fence? Check out our special report and decide for yourself
Hooked on Crude *** The winners were finally announced, late in the day. By then, we had found a bar and managed to spend a few happy hours discussing the business with a friend. "It's a terrible business," he explained. "It costs a fortune to buy, train, feed, and transport these horses. But people like it. It's a bit like the restaurant business. I had a restaurant. It was fun
for about two weeks. Then, it was a nightmare. The horse breeding business it a bit like that. But maybe not
people love to get plaques and trophies that they can put on their wall." The winner of the six-year-olds (horses, not riders) was a young German woman, while the local favorite, last year's champion, a Frenchman with considerable élan, won the prize for the seven-year-olds. He had style, taking a nice victory lap around the course, raising his hat in the air. He reminded us of one of Colonel Grandmaison's cavalry, who looked so handsome and so elegant just before the German machine-gunners cut them to pieces. But the list of prizes was as long as the ceremony. Elizabeth's horse, Key West, was at the very end of them - number 14. He didn't win. But at least he placed; he is "classe," as they say. Elizabeth got an oval, blue plaque about the size of a hot plate. "Did you win any money?" we asked. "Yes, about $150." --- Advertisement ---
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