…that has such people in it!
Prospero: ‘Tis new to thee.
Indeed. Well, there’s little time to blog this morning, and probably less to say. Got a project in-house that needs to be done right away; a concert to go to this afternoon, Fauré’s Requiem to sing tomorrow night, a pool crying out for help, and yardwork still left unattended.
Nevertheless, it’s one amusement after another, eh? We have an orgasmic stock market — holy mackerel, at this rate we’ll all be rich as Trump. This, after a day of riding the skateboard toward Hell. In saner times, we’d call that “volatility” and start moving money into conservative instruments. Extremely conservative. CDs, anyone? Gold?
Speculation abounds. The endlessly pessimistic CBS MarketWatch has a PF piece on how the Trump Presidency will affect your wallet. In short: taxes down, prices up.
Federal taxes down wouldn’t affect me much, since nearly half my income is from investments and half is Social Security. But I sure could do with some controls on the damn property taxes. Maricopa County and state property taxes are now pushing the limit of what I can afford, with no end in sight. If they’re not brought under control — which they almost certainly won’t be, because after all services have to be provided and the people who use them (i.e., everyone who lives here) have to pay for them — I will have to move out of my house. That will probably consign me to Sun City, where exemption from property taxes was wangled by Del Webb when he first bought the property and is grandfathered (heh!) in. SDXB’s taxes are a third of what he was paying on the house two lots down from mine, and his home and auto insurance dropped in half when he moved out there.
WaPo speculates on life in the sciences under an anti-science, anti-intellectual troglodyte of a President. Pence, we know, is reliably crazy and would’ve been one of the guys threatening to burn Galileo at the stake unless he recanted his theory that the earth revolves around the sun. But Trump, as I’ve already remarked, defines loose cannonhood. He could do anything. And will.
The Atlantic runs an extraordinarily obtuse rumination on why a woman can’t get elected President of the United States. Nowhere do they question why that woman can’t get elected or wonder whether there might be differences among women candidates. Oh well.
Trump is already waffling on Obamacare. Whaddaya bet we won’t see it go away after all? Whatever happens, it had better be a lot more “awesome” than what we’ve got now, which doctors as well as consumers agree is pretty grim. It’s not something that religious doctrinaires should be entrusted with, I fear.
Welp, all those articles are very entertaining, and I hope you enjoy them. Hereabouts, the coffee is swilled and it’s time to turn to something one helluva lot less entertaining: (ugh!) Work.
Have a nice day…as my step-sister the judge once said to a guy she’d just sentenced to life in prison…
