Tuesday, May 11, 2010


There should be a warning label attached to every purchase. "Acquiring this product can be hazardous to your health. Past performance is not an indicator of future results. Known side effects include delusions, palpitations, nausea, tantrums, fits of crying, depression, and in rare instances, bankruptcy, divorce and thoughts of suicide. This product may be addictive."

We started out when we were younger taking small doses. We called our dealer and put in our orders. A little of this, and a drop of that. We were masters of ourselves and of our universe.

As we got older, we became more and more dependent on our fix. We started giving increasing amounts of our hard earned money to the man. When the fix worked, we felt wonderful. When the good times ended, and our money failed to buy us what we wanted, we got scared and angry.

Like any addict, we seem to be the last ones to understand and recognize our disease. We control nothing, least of all our own destiny.

This past week, it appeared for a moment that we were heading into the abyss. All eyes were fixed on a wildly fluctuating monitor of a patient in the middle of a heart attack. "Doctor, I think he is about to flat-line"..."Step back everyone and give an enormous injection, stat"...."We have stabilization, and there is color coming back into the patient's face".

The drug that has seduced us and confused us, is legal and sold over the counter. It is called investing in the stock market.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're a lot more literary than me. I just tell anyone who mentions the stock market that THE STOCK MARKET SUCKS.