Sunday, February 22, 2009
Spam
Just read my e-mail. Decided to peruse the spam before I deleted it. I don't want a date with either a man or a woman, don't want my colon cleansed, and I doubt there is really a job I can do at home and make thousands a day. What caught my eye was the foreclosures that one can obtain for next to nothing. First of all, consider the fact that someone is losing their home. Then you have to wonder what you would do with all the properties you accumulate. Sell them? To who? Only someone with disposable income can afford even cheap homes to be able to hang on to them until the economy turns around to be able to sell for a profit...... The rich get richer. To what end? Will we come full circle and do it all over again? Maybe we need a depression to change our values..... We have raised a whole generation of people who feel entitled. They want it all now and don't want to have to work for it. Buy now, pay later. And when you get in over your head, wipe the slate clean (bankruptcy) and have a giant do-over. Could this be why the banks are failing? No innocence there either; how many credit card invitations do you get every week? Our financial institutions have made it way too easy to get in over your head, then our legal system is providing a way out. In the end we all have to pay the price for this. There is ultimately no easy fix and I think we are all beginning to see this. We elected a new president in hopes that he was a magic button we could press and make everything better. It will not be that easy; brace yourself for some hard, lean times ahead.
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3 comments:
I couldn't agree with you more. I have always wondered about the "predator buyers" scooping up foreclosed homes. Do they not feel the people's pain? I really don't think I would want one of those homes. Kinda like having one where someone had died.
At least someone who dies has gone on to another home and isn't living on the street.....
Oh my Kathy ! My sister and I were just talking about how hard we worked as children, how we weren't allowed to lie about in the house and play games or watch movies. Our family was not poor, but we were brought up to realize the value of a dollar. People will tell you that I squeeze a dollar till it screams...well, only till it screams as loudly as I did while I was earning it! Great post!
Sandi
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