Housing market sucks, then you die

Or that’s what Megan McArdle says, and I think she’s right – certainly on a national basis. Let’s hope Greenwich escapes, as it usually has.

The National Association of Realtors is (quelle surprise!) quite bullish on the future of the housing market.  Not so fast, says Lance Roberts of StreetTalk Advisors:

You can trust your car to the man who wears a star

(10:20) back from clam warding (clam wardening?) at Tods Point, so you can resume poaching. Only one other clammer out and about and he had a permit, damn it, so my pistol remained holstered, my hope of beating him with my clam rake unfulfilled.

So two other wardens and I (we deter  miscreants with a show of overwhelming force) decided to clam for ourselves, with great success. You can do it too, if you have a mind to, and a $10 permit obtainable at Town Hall or Sportsmen’s Den. You’ll also need a clam rake, which SD will be glad to sell you for maybe twenty-bucks, maybe less. Good way to spend a frosty winter morning or afternoon (depends on tide) and you’ll easily get the fixings for a good chowder or even clams on the half-shell. Best of all, these babies glow in the dark so you won’t lose them in your refrigerator. Free guide service if you want – contact me.

Only slightly radioactive

Another bump in our budget?

Billions for a bagel

(Okay, the guy who posed for that iconic crying Tonto ad was actually Jewish but what’s wrong with using him to depict one of the lost tribes? Ask Mitt. And at least they didn’t photoshop off one of his legs.)

But here’s the deal: our own phony Indians, those black guys up in Moodus – (?) somewhere in Connecticut’s desolate northeast – have run out of money and are trying to recast their deal with their creditors. Just like Greece, they’ve already been declared a group likely to be “unable to continue as a going concern”, which is pretty much like saying a lung cancer patient is in “stable condition”. The boyz have squandered their billions, owe billions more, had to cease handing out cash to their hanger-on constituents and bankruptcy is next. What happens then to the $100 million or so they’ve been passing along to Connecticut pols? Brace yourself, Bridget. I wonder what an all-feta diet will taste like?

No one’s getting younger

Obama hosted Bush the First and his son Jeb (and not surprisingly, not Bush II) at the White House yesterday. A nice gesture, but I was saddened to see George B in a wheelchair – wasn’t he just jumping out of an airplane to celebrate his 80th birthday?

Money or principle? Oh come on, you’re not really asking,are you?

Twitter agrees to enable dictatorships to censor its dissidents. The boys are going public, see, and they’re going to need a steady growth in earnings to support their new stock price or all those options they’ll be holding will be useless. If they can’t operate in China, Iran, Syria, Russia, wherever – they’ll make less money. So, what was your question again?