On Butterfly Advice

Then the butterflies came.

White ones. Yellow ones. Little mothy-looking ones. Swallowtails. Monarchs. Not in fluttering masses, but in numbers sufficient to warrant a turn of the head and a smile of the mouth.

They stop at the yellow Cowpen Daisies, blossoms at the end of blue-green stems and leaves. They circle the orange Flame Acanthus, accompanied once in a while by a Hummingbird. They consider the Milkweed with its long, slender dark-green leaves.

Consider the butterflies, how they flutter in the field. Your advice was right after all.

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Amateur That I Am

I tell you what, when you tell me that I'm allowed to build my own financial model of my house's value for use in calculating my real estate taxes, that's when I'll sign off on waiving mark-to-market accounting rules.

Or maybe when they tell me that the models that are to be used in place of the mark-to-market rules will be based on standard models created, validated and certified by an outside agency, that's when I'll sign off on changing the rules.

Until then, amateur that I am, I'll just grumble about the creative accounting, greed and deceit that remolded America of the 20th Century into a plutocracy capable only of generating fictitious wealth on virtual balance sheets based on untested models based on mathematics that no one is quite sure means anything which is appropriate since the assets in question are meaningless anyway.

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