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What to Do, Financially, to Weather the Coming Disaster?

Our country — and by extension, your finances and mine — is in deep trouble. We are about to inaugurate as President a man whose mental stability is questionable; who announces his petulance in wee-hours tweets; who gropes women and brags about it; who exploits hatred and fear to gain power; who is at odds with the country’s intelligence agencies; who denigrates the disabled, the female, and the brown-skinned; and who “owes one” to the corrupt, thuggish leader of a nation that has been our enemy since shortly after the end of World War II. He is backed by a phalanx of extremists who want to reverse not just the ACA but the entire New Deal, which has been in place for almost 80 years.

The New Deal, we might point out, came into being in response to the Great Depression. Part of its purpose was to prevent a repeat performance of the Depression.

I believe that, in the near future, we are going to see a recession that will make the Bush Recession look like a cakewalk. The reason is that the dominant economic thinking among the doctrinaire right wing riding Mr. Trump’s coat-tails is simply wrong. It was proven wrong by the Great Recession, as it was proven wrong in earlier recessions.

Since 1948, this country has seen 11 recessions. Seven of them — 63.6% — were presided over by Republicans (Eisenhower, Nixon, Ford, Reagan, Bush the Elder, Bush the Younger). Some of the economic downturns were precipitated by factors over which we had little control, such as rises in oil prices. Others correspond with rises in interest rates by the Federal Reserve or with monetary tightening in pursuit of a balanced national budget. Most egregious, from a political point of view, was the Great Recession, which was brought about by deregulation of financial institutions (a mainstay of voodoo economics). The Great Depression of 1929-33 was largely aggravated by “extensive new tariffs and other factors [that] contributed to an extremely deep depression.”

The pendulum swings. As we all know, things go one way for awhile, and then they turn around and go back in the other direction. For the past few years, we’ve seen a roaring economy. We can expect that it, like any hot economic period, will cool down. But I think the pendulum is going to swing, all right: waaayyyy in the opposite direction.

It would be good to position your investments in a balanced portfolio to include variable rate bonds and variable rate preferred stocks that pay decent income and aren’t as sensitive as stocks are in a downturn. In addition, some financial planners make it a policy to sell certain exposure to the market should it turn down below a certain level. This doesn’t protect from losses should the market sell-off, but should help cushion further losses in a market meltdown. Now is the time for you to speak with a financial planner about steps to take in managing your savings.

Additionally, you should be prepared for a period of unemployment. During the Great Recession, 10% of Americans were put out of work, a rate beat only by the Reagan recession (10.8%), the Great Depression (24.9%) and the subsequent 1937/38 recession (19%). That means having at least six months’ worth of living expenses in cash savings and possibly taking on a side gig now, not later, so that you’ll have something to fall back on should you lose your main livelihood.

Remember that many of us were never able to get jobs comparable to the ones we had before the Bush recession — large numbers of Americans are still unemployed or underemployed. After you become discouraged enough to give up seeking full-time work, you no longer register in the government’s unemployment figures, and so most of us in that category are simply not counted.

In addition to building cash savings, pay down debt and avoid racking up new debt, especially on credit cards.

Now more than ever is the time to live not just within your means but below your means. Good luck to you, folks. We’re all gonna need it.

 

We’re in the Money…

For the moment…

This morning the Dow was at 19,000! When it goes wacko like this, my fund will make 30 grand in a month. Woot!

Unfortunately, it’s likely as not to lose 32 grand the following month…but let’s not think about that.

Ha ha!! In amongst the stupid chatter to this YouTube video is One (count it: 1) truly inspired comment:

Sonic Ryan 1992
What it feels like to be a post-graduate who finally got a good paying job.

What I’d  like to do is tell my guy to SELL NOW! Convert about half our holdings to cash; then invest the remainder aggressively for another month or two (maybe six, at the outside), then shift that to the money market.

My son has dragged his feet on refinancing the downtown house. It frosts his cookies to have to pony up more cash to principal, and an extra layer of frosting is applied by the prospect of having to pay mortgage insurance (we don’t, on the current instrument). But I  believe the house’s value will soon rise enough to give us well over 20% equity (it’s probably that high now): the housing market is exploding, his neighborhood (as I prematurely predicted) is gentrifying, and as demand rises, so will prices.

So I’ve sicced a friend who’s a mortgage broker on him, hoping that this time around he’ll kick into gear and get that thing refinanced. The problem is, it has a 30/15 loan on it. In 2020 — just  four years, about the time I expect the Trump economy will tank — we’ll be forced to refinance or to sell. We took out that loan, which had exceptionally favorable terms at the time, because he planned to stay in Phoenix just long enough to get back on his feet after being laid off at the tail end of the Silicon Valley bust, save some money, and then go back to San Francisco. It hasn’t worked out that way. Inertia set in, and he seems to be happy enough to stay where he is.

For the time being.

At any rate, it’s hard to believe that in just four years, he will have been in that house for 15 years. Tempus fidgets, eh?

Not real thrilled, myself, about being over the barrel now to get that place refinanced. Rates are already rising, and they’re expected to head straight for the stratosphere. I expect by 2020, we’ll be lucky to get an 8% loan.

When I bought my first house here in the ‘hood, that’s exactly how I felt: very lucky to land an 8.25% loan. Everybody cooed about what a great deal it was. I only owed $80,000 on the house, and the payments were over half my take-home pay. Imagine the payment on a $180,000 loan at 8% or 9%? We are gonna see a WHOLE lot of people who simply can’t afford to buy real estate at all. Ever. And a lot who will go belly-up. Again.

Interesting times, hm?

How are you planning to deal with all this…interest?

Salon, Brexit, and the Sad State of Journalism

Take a look at this amazing opinion piece that just popped up at Salon. Presumably the writer, Patrick Lawrence, isn’t a native speaker of English. But still: do they really not have editors? And is the teaching of history in American schools really so bad that a person can so misunderstand the reception of One-World ideas among post-war voters?

I tried to comment on the thing at Salon, but they want you to sign in to their site. At 23 single-spaced pages of user IDs and passwords in my secret printout, I’ve had quite enough of that, thank you. So I’ll share my thoughts on the article — not just its style but its thinking — with you. Lawrence writes about the recent Brexit vote and reflects, wisely enough once you get past the awful writing, on the reasons for it and on the failed promise of the European Union. He reflects on the brilliance of Wendell Wilke’s vision of a utopian post-war “One World.”

Did anyone even try to edit this thing? “Willkie was not alone in his aspirations. Very far from it. But he did well expressing those of very many. And it is these that have just died a death on the English Channel’s northern shores.”

 Those of very many what? Brits? Americans? Europeans? citizens of the world? Cats? It is these that…: these what? Aspirations? the “very many”? And how did a vague, verbose structure like that get past the copy desk, anyway? ...died a death on the English Channel’s northern shores. What else would they die? Come to think of it, is “die” a transitive verb at all?

This kind of thinking, believe it or not, was much favored among Americans at the time.

I’m old enough to remember one-worldism. Trust me, it was NOT “much favored among Americans.” Most people regarded it as a radical, seditious scheme. Few Americans were open-minded multiculturalists who wished to merge their cultural, economic, and (yes) racial identities with everyone else’s. And the people I knew believed that if and when the idea became reality, Americans’ wages would dwindle, the country would be overrun with foreigners, and American sovereignty would be threatened. The then new middle class would see its hard-won comfortable standard of living go away. Were they still living today, they would not be surprised at the present outcomes in Europe and England. Watching the bureaucratization of the EU, they would be saying “there but for the grace of God go we.”

Did Britons make a mistake in voting to leave the EU? That remains to be seen. Common sense was overruled many years ago; it’s no doubt too late to go back. But one never knows.

Brexit Repercussions

Stellar SCM logo e-mail(17)(1)Chatting back and forth with the money managers at Stellar Financial Capital Management, here in uptown Phoenix. Eventually they came forth with this interesting rumination:

From the tone of the global markets today, not many investors were expecting the result of the referendum of the United Kingdom’s (UK) membership in the European Union (EU).  Voters had to know that an exit vote would have a negative short-term impact on their financial wellbeing, and were willing to trade that to go it alone, so to speak. Immigration became a key issue in the debate amid concerns that the UK government was unable to control in-migration, as membership in the EU ensures the free movement of people between member states.  Immigration issues may well have been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Never a member of the Eurozone (political, economic, and currency union), the UK is a member of the EU (political and economic union), which is largely based on trade and freedom of movement throughout Europe. As a result of the UK vote, that relationship is set to be adjusted within the next two years. One outcome may be to shed the political and economic union associated with the EU and retain trade benefits (the UK has 120+ European trade deals) through a continued association with the European Economic Area, where it has been a member since 1994.  This would put the UK in a similar situation to Norway, which not part of either the Eurozone or EU. But the devil will be in the details of how the EU negotiates the exit plan for the UK.   An unintended consequence of the vote may be that Scotland and/or Gibraltar have second thoughts about remaining a part the UK, as both of those regions voted to stay in the EU.

The UK represents about 4 percent of global GDP, so the global financial market reaction is likely more a reaction to the potential ripple effects amongst other EU and Eurozone members. Financial markets hate surprises, and the S&P 500 finished down about 3.50% on the day (about even for the year), and the STOXX Euro 50 index finished down 8.50% (down about 12.5% for the year), and “safe havens” (US Treasuries and gold) finished higher, about what one might expect. This will be at least a two year process between the UK and the EU, so nothing besides emotions will change quickly.

The markets went from calmed to concerned virtually overnight, and there are good odds that the impact of Brexit is now priced into the market. There are now better odds that US monetary policy remains loose for the time being, as collateral damage is assessed. Not to make light of the situation, but with the British Pound Sterling at $1.36, a London vacation may be in the cards for some.

And, if you’re with me (or not!) in feeling that this development has bilious implications for the future of American politics, you should read this extraordinary essay by former British Prime Minister Tony Blair. A brief out-take:

The political center has lost its power to persuade and its essential means of connection to the people it seeks to represent. Instead, we are seeing a convergence of the far left and far right. The right attacks immigrants while the left rails at bankers, but the spirit of insurgency, the venting of anger at those in power and the addiction to simple, demagogic answers to complex problems are the same for both extremes. Underlying it all is a shared hostility to globalization.

He has a lot more to say on the issues, and he does know what he’s talking about. You really need to read the piece.

Brexit…

Holy sh!t.

Y’know what really worries me about this?  If the Brits could do something that stupid and self-destructive under a populist, xenophobic impetus, so can we. In the xenophobia department, our racism “trumps” theirs, any day.

We could end up with Trump in the White House. All of a sudden, it doesn’t look at all unthinkable.

Hope you had your assets positioned for this eventuality. I know my guys have moved out of some stocks into bonds…but maybe too little, too late.

Conversation at this morning’s business networking breakfast suggested (hopefully?) that US markets may benefit because money will move out of Britain, much of it in our direction. That remains to be seen, IMHO.

Inflation

Yesterday I paid $15 for a quart of ice cream and a small container of heavy cream.

Now, granted: I buy top-of-the-line stuff. But still…what is it? Milk, egg, and sugar with some flavoring thrown in. The leftovers from making skim milk. A plastic container with a screw-on lid (value: about 20 cents). A small glass bottle suitable for use as a cute bud vase or redeemable for two dollah. Nothin’ in there is worth 15 bucks.

We’re told that inflation is not only NOT rising, it may even be dropping. And  yeah, we’re all mighty happy to see gas prices under $2 a gallon, thanks to somebody somewhere finally having the sense to see the U.S. should be mining its own petroleum products instead of depending on our enemies to supply our energy needs.

But still…hmmm…

Jestjack, a favorite reader and commenter in these parts, sends this report from his part of the country:

I don’t care what the folks at the Fed say. Prices are rising and just getting crazy.

I’m working on one of my rentals on a “#@+&#!” of a job. This is the plumbing coming into the house in the lower unit’s bath….tight quarters..in a wall…behind tile AND sheet rock…. Good times!

Anyway, I go to pick up the parts to do the job at my favorite store that has “toys for big boys” (Home Depot) and, I swear, a lunch bag full of parts: $50.

Had to return today to get a part to finish the job. Standing in line, I speak to a guy who has carriage bolts in his hand….the same kind I had bought at a yard sale last fall. I bought a #10 can full of carriage bolts for 50 cents and promptly used about 10 to build a set of racks for my truck with some free recycled lumber.

So as the guy is getting rung up I notice ONE of the carriage bolts is $1.19 plus tax, or $1.26. I felt faint for the guy.

Has anyone else noticed such crazy prices? The bright side is this plumbing job would have easily been $500 to $600. Just seems to me like folks are getting squeezed…

Your thoughts?

Then we have this from SDXB, who, as a professional tightwad, is exquisitely sensitive to pricing:

I busied myself today charging up the big numbers.

Well, not that big, but big enough to cause a rush of momentary anxiety.

Today I went furniture buying—not a job at which I consider myself competent. Pat provided guardian angel service as I wandered aimlessly through a cavernous American Furniture warehouse store. And then I spotted the two stuffed chairs that will soon replace the yard-sale bargains in my living room. Ding, zap: $700.

I needed a glass of ice water after that. Sipped collegially with one of my shooting pals, who commiserated about the horrors of furniture buying. Better left to women, as he shook my hand and wished me good luck at Lazy Boy.

Pat guided me through the place yesterday. I was hungry then, surly and cantankerous (as opposed to Hungry Bitch Syndrom [HBS]). I was cranky (as opposed to bitchy). And I was unreceptive (as opposed to open-minded). But we did find love seats with supportive backs and not pillows, and they were well-made by American workmen.

Do you get what you pay for, always? Only $2,200, delivered, and I think they’ll look great in the TV-kitchen entertainment area. I slid the plastic joyfully—ding, zap. I was touched deeply in my cheapest place.

What’s going on? Me, spending money?

I looked around and realized my place was looking  shabby. You can’t make a silk purse out of pig’s ear, but you can try.

You’ll like this one: for 13 years I’ve put up with a toilet seat that would slam down like a deadfall when least expected, like when I was taking a whiz. I feared for my life, where my brains dwell. Decapitation was always a centimeter away.

Ah, but now…a slow-close toilet seat proved the fix. Thirty bucks, ding, zap.

Somewhere in the past a voice said, “You deserve better furniture.” How was I to know what “better furniture” was?

“Look for bigger numbers,” an angelic voice suggested. And so I did.

Once I recovered from the strangeness of the concept of SDXB buying furniture anywhere other than a yard sale or a thrift store (or making it himself), I cruised over to the Ashley site. Ashley sells middle-of-the-road furniture, not great but not outright junk.

A typical kinda ugly beige fabric chair (little or no choice in fabrics, apparently) is $383, allegedly “marked down” from $450. A leather chair comparable in appearance to the one in my living room is $975, marked down from $1300!

Over to Pottery Barn, where I bought the leather chair in the family room lo! these many years past, when I had a job. One that’s roughly the same style? Sixteen hundred and ninety-nine dollah!

Holy sh!t.

I sure couldn’t afford that today. Nor would I have felt I could afford it when I was employed and earning 60 grand a year.

Yesterday my son remarked, in a tone of resignation, “I’m poor. And I have to deal with the fact that I’m poor.” In fact, he earns a little more the median household income in Phoenix. That’s not saying much: this is a right-to-work state with vast swaths of true slums and large working-poor tracts that are on their way to slumhood. If two typical salaries add up to what he earns, a typical salary here is a handful of peanuts.

Still… What say you, dear reader? Do you see something that looks like inflation in your parts? Or are we crazy?