Early Retirement: Things to Consider (cough Health Care cough)

“But they make wonderful patients:  they have excellent health insurance and they never get better.” – Frasier

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Fairbanks Memorial – they didn’t charge extra for ice.

Although I’ve discussed Early Retirement before here (Frugality, Financial Samurai, Mr. Money Mustache, and Early Retirement Extreme) I thought that it would be good to revisit the topic, primarily because I have a spreadsheet.

What kind of spreadsheet?  A crystal ball spreadsheet, one that predicts the future, all the way until 2081 when the ice sheets have melted and the dinosaurs have returned.  I’ve maintained this spreadsheet since 2014 or so, and it’s been very accurate for predicting my net worth over the course of four years.  I used it to decide (once upon a time) whether or not to quit one job and move to another.  Spoiler:  I didn’t move jobs.

The real reason I didn’t change jobs was fairly simple:  the spreadsheet told me that within three years I would have enough money that if I decided to chuck it all and get a job as say, a school teacher for a few years, I could continue to live the dissolute lifestyle awash in PEZ®, long essays, and regret to which I had become accustomed with no changes.  But there is a faction that sees a more radical idea:  just retire early.  They even have an acronym for it:  FIRE – Financially Independent, Retiring Early.

One of the biggest advocates of that is still Mr. Money Mustache.  MMM as he is affectionately known to his “Mustachians” retired several years ago, and has been blogging about it since.  His blog is exceptionally popular (LINK).  One secret of MMM is that he, by choice, has created a lifestyle of voluntary low-spending, i.e., he’s cheap.  By cheap?  His family has only one car, which they rarely use.  Mainly he uses a bicycle to go where he needs to go.

This is a fascinating idea.  You gain financial independence not by having the biggest pile of cash, but by having the smallest pile of needs.

For example:

I have a stack of books that is literally over 12 feet (143 meters) tall of books that I’m planning to read.  They’re stacked up by my bedside.  They’re stacked up on a bookcase near the bathroom.  They’re stacked up on my dresser.  And I get several new ones every month to replace the ones I finish reading.  And this doesn’t account for my library, which houses a collection of thousands of titles on every subject from tanning a hide to hiding a tan.  When we moved from Alaska to Texas, the movers set a company record for number of boxes packed in one day AND amount of weight packed in one day.  Reason?  Books.

Mr. Money Mustache would (probably) say:  “Why are you spending money on books?  There’s a library not two miles from your house that has a decent collection, and if they don’t have the book you want they can get it through interlibrary loan.  You could even get your fat butt on your bike and go down there to get a book and lose some weight in the process.”

He’s just that kind of party-pooper, but that would also impact my love of gadgets and gizmos that, ultimately, aren’t worth the time and money that I spend on them . . . except the drone, which is really, really cool.  Everyone needs a drone, right?

But let’s look at the major categories of spending and consider them through the soup-stained Mustachian paradigm.  Each of these topics could be a blog post by itself (and some have) but we’ll skim them today:

Mortgage: 

Don’t have one.  You probably have more house than you need, which causes you to spend more on heating and cooling than you would need to if you had a house of human proportion.  Pay it off so you’re not paying interest to a bank and can keep the money yourself.  But you still have to pay taxes and I’d still suggest you have insurance on the place, since it protects you in several different ways, especially from certain lawsuits that could dig deeply into your cash.

Home Location: 

Why live in an area that causes you to have to spend a lot of money?  Why live in an area (if you’re still working) that causes you to drive lots of miles to a job, which eats up both money in commuting cost and your life in drive time?  I know!  Location!

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This was an awesome location.  Wonder why we sold it?  Oh, yeah, piles of money.

Cell Phones: 

Why have a big data “full everything” when you can have a phone that costs less than $40 a month that gives you some data as well as more talking than anyone actually does on a cell phone?  And the need for the newest iPhone©?  Probably not so much.

Satellite/Cable Television: 

We have satellite television, along with a DVR box that records television shows so we don’t have to spend time watching them.  But let’s look at television . . . do we need a subscription to DirecTV® and Netflix™?  The number of things that I watch on satellite is dwindling – Silicon Valley™, Game of Thrones©, Better Call Saul™, The Last Ship®, sure I watch those when they’re on.  But most of the year, they’re not on.  And I can get most things on Netflix™ or Amazon®.  Do I even need satellite or cable anymore?

Landline: 

When I was a kid and the phone rang, I’d jump off the couch, and run to the receiver to pick it up.  It was an event!  Now, in a day where communication follows you to every crevice of your life, when the phone rings, we rarely even pick it up unless the phone announces that it’s Grandma.  Wondering why we even have one . . . oh, yeah.  Grandma.  And the phone is free with the Internet.

Food: 

Food is big business.  And an even bigger scandal.  How much food do we buy that we end up never eating?  Since we have teenage boys in the house, the answer is “very little.”  It’s been my saying (for forever) that the most expensive food that you buy is food that you don’t eat.

The second-most expensive?  Restaurant food, especially fast food.  I can buy three pounds of delicious ribeye steak for about $30.  Dinner for our family at Taco Bell™ (remember that we have teenagers) costs about $40.  Full disclosure, I account for a chunk of that $40 myself, but steak is so much better than a Nachos Bell Grande®.  And I can buy six pounds of ribeye for $60.  And we can eat for several meals on that, versus one trip to a nice restaurant, which would cost about $120-$180, including tip.  I maintain that I can eat better food more cheaply if I prepare it at home myself.  And by myself, I mean (except for grilling) The Mrs.  And as for high-priced Internet meal kits?  Wal-Mart® is our meal kit.

Cars:  

Mr. Money Mustache suggests having one or zero of these.  And he has a huge financial point.  Cars depreciate, so they’re crappy investments.  Cars require taxes and licensing and insurance cost annually, so even if you own one, keeping it around so you can drive it costs you annually.  And my family has an “N+1” philosophy about cars, where “N” is the number of licensed drivers.  Why?  We drive used cars, and they need maintenance at a higher rate than brand-new cars.  So we have a spare.  If we were retired?  One car would probably be enough (assuming we didn’t have the teenage boys in the house).  And, yes, a car is required for the rural area that we live in – you really couldn’t bike your  ten year old kid to a wrestling tournament (in winter) that’s 100 miles away . . . so we’d need at least one car.

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I’m hoping this one is paid for.

Home Maintenance:

If you own a home, something will break.  At my house, that seems to happen weekly, and it’s more than me having my 19th nervous breakdown.  Some things get fixed when I get around to it, like when one Wilder child broke the bannister.  It sounds like I’m blaming the kid, but I’m really not – if the bannister had been put together correctly in the first place (or fixed better than I did when last I fixed it) then it wouldn’t have broken in the first place.  This bannister got broken, oh, six years ago.  It still swings loosely.  I’ve never even been close to being motivated enough to fix it.  But when the air conditioner pan rusted out and started leaking condensed water onto the bathroom carpet?  Yeah.  Fixed in 12 hours.

And I estimate that immediate repairs (not fixing the place up) that are required to make the place habitable are probably about 1% of the home value each year.  If you’re handy and can do it yourself?  So much the better.  When the hot tub “brain board” fried?  I consulted with a hot tub repair guy and swapped it out myself – saving about $200 in the process.  When the flame rollout sensor on the furnace went out in winter?

I paid to have that done, since the consequences of screwing that up involved mortality via explosion or asphyxiation if I screwed it up.  $25 part, $50 in labor, and fixed that afternoon.  My rule is:  if it doesn’t require real expertise and can’t kill anyone?  Sure, I’ll try that.  I’ve saved thousands by doing that – but I think (after putting two complete roofs on and fixing two others), I’m done roofing.  Enough roofing.

Medical Insurance:

Medical insurance is the biggest variable to deal with for anyone attempting to retire early.  I will say this gently:  the health care system in the United States is the most unholy mixture of the worst parts of socialism and near-monopoly capitalism on the planet Earth, and that’s the planet that has the Department of Motor Vehicles AND school cafeteria lunches.  How is it messed up?  On the socialist side:  A hospital is forced to treat anyone who shows up.  Anyone.  By definition, if you don’t have any money, all the hospital can do is send you bills and not take the money you don’t have.  So, your incentive?  To go to the emergency room whenever you get a sniffle, so everybody who has insurance can pay for you.

On the evil capitalist side?  Hospitals don’t have to let you know what they’re billing you, or why.  Your ability to even remotely influence your bill is nearly zero.  From Karl Denninger’s post on how to fix healthcare – emphasis in original (LINK):  “. . .  the practice of charging someone $100,000 for scorpion antivenom in Arizona when the same drug from the same company is $200 for the same quantity 40 miles to the south and across the Mexican border.”  Denninger’s post has a list of similar issues – and common sense solutions that we’ll never undertake.  Why?  Look at the stock prices of the drug companies and the insurance companies.  Who would want to mess that party up?

MMM discusses his vexation with insurance in a pretty good post here (LINK).  Since I’m working at a job and have crappy insurance from them, I’ve not scouted the market too much – but my last look at the market mirrors MMM’s.  But in addition to the horrible composition

But up until you are ready for Medicare (and until your spouse is, too, which is a consideration for me, having married a younger – but still legal in most states! – woman) you’ll have this risk.  Medical insurance costs are estimated to rise between 15% and 30% next year.  And 7% thereafter.  Said simply, medical costs can’t continue to increase at that rate.  And when something can’t continue?  It won’t.  The system will break.  Insurance companies will go bankrupt, as every body . . . walks away.  When people can’t pay for insurance, they won’t.

But if you’re retired, have insurance while you can until the system breaks.  After that?  The rules will change again.  This will happen even if you are working.

So what does it all mean?

Retiring early has risks, but, so does life.  One thing I’ve seen is we certainly don’t know what’s around the corner.  If you could retire early and found out later you had a terminal disease, wouldn’t it be great if you retired early?  No.  You’d still be dead.  Seriously.  Dead is dead.

Retire early only if you don’t find what you’re doing fun.  If you’re having a blast at work and it has meaning to you, keep doing it until you die.  Why retire from a dream job?

I mean, who else would watch Johnny Depp’s finances for him?  By the way, what’s the best way to clean the money after having a money bath?

Asking for a friend.

Scams and Cons at Any Age, Part II: The Canadian Menace

“Blame Canada.” – The South Park Movie

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Please help stop the senseless slaughter of Canadians that voluntarily give their lives so your pancakes can be tasty!  I sent them $20 real dollars, not those Canadian ones.  Or . . . could this be a scam?

Last Wednesday we discussed scams that you’ll run into at different ages.  We made it from birth to age 22 and listed some of the scams that you’ll be exposed to (Scams and Cons at Any Age, Part I, as told by Admiral Ackbar).  Today we’ll keep going, and if you don’t find the information useful, I promise a full refund of all money that you’ve paid directly to me to read this blog (note to self:  when I edit this stuff into a book remember to edit that last sentence out).

Early Career:

You’ve graduated from college, or have opened a small but successful business, or you’re pursuing a trade like welding and you’re 24.  Life is wide open!  You’ve successfully avoided college debt through one way or another, or maybe you have a modest debt that you can repay without too much difficulty every month.

Let’s go get scammed!

The easiest way to get legally scammed is your choice of partner.  If you’re with a bad one, you’re going to end up paying for it for (potentially) decades.  If your spouse is particularly unemployable and you are really employable, some states (the Internet in 2018 says Connecticut, Florida, New Jersey, North Carolina, Oregon, and West Virginia) allow for lifetime alimony.  So, if you have the bad sense to marry a gold digger?  It will outlive the cat and could last as long as that herpes he or she brought home.

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How birth works in Canada.  Since all children are socialist and owned by the government, it’s okay if you pick up several that aren’t yours to raise if you live in Canada.

Another way (men only) you can get scammed is through paternity.  Yes, you can be found legally liable to raise Some Other Dude’s Kid (SODK) if your blushing bride is a wanderin’ if you’re married when she gives birth and you claim the kid, or don’t object within some arbitrarily short period of time.  And lets’ face it, babies all sort of look the same, so the chances of you missing that deadline are pretty significant.  In the worst case scenario, you end up paying child support and alimony when your wife starts shacking up with the Some Other Dude.  Yeah, I don’t personally know anyone this happened to, but I’ve read about several cases.  And this is perfectly legal in every state.

Thank heaven you’re not French – they explicitly have outlawed paternity testing so it is illegal to check to make sure your mademoiselle hasn’t taken to the boudoir with some other Pierre.   But that’s okay, being a father is just a social construct, right?

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The easy way to get to work in Canada isn’t by mass transit, it’s by moose transit.

The next big scam is car purchasing.  I’ve written at length about my philosophy on car purchasing.  You can find some representative posts here plus results of my bad experiences.  Give them a read – they will save you thousands of dollars . . .

Repeat After Me: Never Buy a New Car (and other lessons for young adults)

“Wreck. Big wreck.” – Long, Sixteen Candles

Will you buy a Tesla™ 3?  You already have.

I’m gonna tell you about an accident, and I don’t wanna hear “act of God.” – Jack Burton, Big Trouble in Little China

Outside of bad relationships, I think new cars are the biggest scam that a young early career person faces.  What kind of a bargain is a vehicle that you drive off the lot that immediately becomes less valuable?

And if you’re reading this blog, the chances of you falling for a Nigerian-Prince level scam are nearly zero.  The writers of those scams specifically put misspellings into the emails so that smart people ignore them – the laughable quality and easy verification that the scam is a lie the point of the scam in the first place.  The last thing the scammers want is a smart person to deal with – the email itself is an IQ test.  Only the scammable need apply.

As it is, the “Nigerian-Prince” scam accounts for 48% of Nigeria’s gross domestic product.  And I hope you didn’t fall for that fact that I just made up on the spot – ha, I bet you believe that there’s an actual Nigeria now.  Ha!  But THEREZ GOOD newS, I have SUM OF $48 MILLION USD that UNKLE BRADLEE left in trust for me and YOU ONLIE NEED TO PROVIDEE your bank account routing information for me to wire it 2 u.

Middle to Late Career:

You’ve reached your peak earning potential.  You’ve been scammed a few times, like me, most of them completely legal versions.  For the most part, you’re either broke or you’ve grown wary of anything that sounds too good to be true, like Social Security or that George R. R. Martin will ever finish the Game of Thrones™ series (Actual Book Series Title:  An Infinitely Long Story Consisting of People Talking in Rooms Because I Can’t Figure Out How to End It Song of Fire and Ice®) before his heart finishes him or that there’s a new version of The Gong Show™.  There is, in fact, a new version of The Gong Show® and it is fabulous.  George R.R. Martin, however, appears to be doing absolutely anything but writing.  Maybe he could be a judge on The Gong Show©?

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It seems as if Dr. Phil has been busy?  I like the new Canadian flag, a LOT!

Dating scams seem to hit this group a lot.  Why?  After being married, and now being single, scammers can target the richest age group with a pretty significant emotion:  love and longing.  I’ve read on the Internets about folks spending tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars on their never met in person Internet lovers.  While some of these folks do get prosecuted, it’s pretty hard to convict them unless they’re fraudulent in a pretty flagrant manner, especially since the victim willingly sends the money, and, in some cases, tries to keep the relationship going even after the scam is exposed.  I guess true love can’t be stopped, even by borderline abusive behavior and financial fraud.  Now if the scammers are ugly . . . ?

Investment scams are also a big deal, but instead of love, they focus on greed.  A great example of this was Bernie Madoff, whose name alone shows that God has a sense of humor.  Really, you invested with a guy whose name sounds like “made off”?  Guess that explains why you dated Gina Cheatintramp in high school . . . .

But investment scams don’t have to be out and out lies and fraud – they can be more insidious.  Is your broker really working for you, or are they working to maximize their commissions?

I’d write a lot more here, but this post is already nearly at length.  Perhaps this will be a future post.  Or not.  It depends on if I think I can makes something SO BORING as fees and taxes on investment funds humorous.  Dunno.  Maybe if we represent the investment funds with swimsuit models?

Retired:

Fear is the major leverage point of scammers for older folks.  And I’ve seen it in person.  Pop Wilder became (as he grew older) grew correspondingly more fearful.

Why?  My opinion is that older folks have fewer options.  It’s not like they can decide:

“You know what?  Being old and retired sucks.  I’m going to leave it all and become an 89 year old lumberjack in Saskatchewan and start a Canadian rock band called Mötley Canüe and chase 19 year old Canadian girls.”

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Pictured:  Canada.  Not Pictured:  Groupies.  I guess the concert would have gone better if we actually had instruments.  Or could sing.

So, Pop Wilder was complaining about expenses – that was his biggest complaint about retirement – his expenses went up and his income didn’t.  I was helping out financially (a little bit) and he explained that his prescription drug costs were astonishingly high.  At the time, the Internet bubble still hadn’t popped, so places like superprescriptions.com (I made this domain name up, so if you go there and are bombarded with advertisements for cheap, dodgy Chinese Viagra®, well, this is a post about getting scammed) were offering his prescription drugs for about 20% of the price as his local pharmacy.  I put together a list – his prescription bill would drop from $700 to about $150 a month.

He wouldn’t do it.  He was more afraid of changing (“what if they don’t talk to the medicine in a soothing voice each night like the local pharmacist does?”) than he was of losing $550 a month.

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Imagine an alternate universe where everything is exactly the same, but Canada is spelled Cunudu.  I’d pay to live there.

But older people have another vulnerability:  the world has changed so much that their effective ignorance goes up daily – who can keep up with all of the change in the world?  And it’s started to hit me, too.  When I have a technical issue I just hand my laptop (or whatever gadget) off to The Boy or, increasingly, Pugsley, and they fix it, generally at lightning speed and with competence.  As an example of my reluctance to change technology, my phone is four years old, which might as well be a dinosaur (not a cool one, but one of the lumpy ones that lives in a swamp) compared to the newer phones on the market today.  So, I guess I’ve got a bit of that technophobic bug myself.  I even use my mobile phone for phone calls on occasion, which makes me super rare.

The only time I ever heard Pop Wilder drop the F-bomb was in conjunction with his computer:  “It doesn’t work.  It’s all f***ed up.”  The sheer frustration combined with the unexpected profanity has made this a go-to phrase for The Mrs. and I whenever some complicated thing in our house just refuses to work.

This was a regular occurrence for Pop Wilder.  I think he would (nearly monthly) take the huge, hulking tower (that the local PC people told him was the minimum system he needed to hook up to the Internet) back to their store.  They’d make some minor software changes to the Windows® settings that Pop Wilder had inadvertently messed up, and charge him $150 for dry cleaning his hard drive or lubricating his computer chip.  Every four months they’d change out some larger part for giggles.  After the computer worked again, they’d phone up Pop Wilder and he’d drive thirty miles to go and get it.  They both walked away happy.  Kinda.  Again, a scam, but a completely legal one.

Over all, I think the best advice is still this:  Be honest with yourself.  Be honest with the world.  It’s not a bullet proof way to avoid being cheated, but it’s pretty good.  But someone, somewhere, sometime is still gonna cheat you.  Legally.

I blame the Canadians.  It’s not like they’re really at fault, but they’ll still apologize.

Oh, still not a financial planner or investment dude or anything.  MAKE YOUR DECISIONS AT YOUR OWN RISK.  Really.

Scams and Cons at Any Age, Part I, as told by Admiral Ackbar

“It’s a trap!” – Return of the Jedi

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Admiral Ackbar knows the score . . .

Con games are as old as lying, which is to say as old as people.  The “con” in con game stands for “confidence.”  The entire point of a con game is to gain the confidence of your victim or “mark” so that they don’t suspect that something is wrong.  True story:  I was at the State Fair here in Upper Lowermidwestia some years back and one of the carnival workers would try to lure people to play the carnival games by saying to passersby . . . “Hey, Mark.”  I assumed he meant Mark Twain, who had been travelling with us:

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But in reality he meant me, which was good because Mark Twain is only imaginary, and I would feel pretty bad if other people saw him, too.  He was open and outgoing that I was just a mark to play his game and lose money.  I fooled him!  I played that stupid basketball game until I won the medium-sized stuffed animal.  Only cost me $75 in tickets to finally win it!

And there are plenty of other names con men call the mark (thanks to Wikipedia for a nice list):  sucker, stooge, rube, or gull (for gullible).  There are lots of other names for the con game as well, but con game or scam will work for our purposes.

The perfect con game (we’ll just use “con” as a noun from here on out) should just look like another event in the mark’s life.  Heck, it might even be something that the mark brags about.  The idea is that the mark willingly gives the con man (or grifter) his money, and then, for whatever reason, doesn’t realize he’s been cheated, or, if he does realize he’s been cheated, won’t talk to anyone about it.  In many cases the actual con game sounded much more difficult than working, and a good grifter might make even more money as a politician or salesman with poor scruples (I crossed the one out because I didn’t want to be redundant).

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How do you avoid being cheated?  It’s hard.  The first concept is “you can’t cheat an honest man.”  Ideally, if you were to avoid everything you were to run across where the deal seemed too good to be true, you’d probably be able to avoid 90% plus of the scams that are out there.  The other thing is being properly skeptical of claims and looking for unbiased verification.  However, the very best scams attempt to provide you with unbiased verification in the form of biased websites, biased experts, and situations that apply pressure to make a decision . . . now.

As a rule, if I have only three hours or some other arbitrarily fixed and short timeframe to make almost any decision, the answer is “no.”  I’ve never felt bad about that . . . rule, except for the experience that made me set that rule . . . which you can read about below.

But different scams are appropriate for different ages.  I can swindle a three year old all day long, but the big problem (and the reason I don’t spend my day swindling three year olds) is that three year olds have inherently bad credit and a very limited access to large amounts of cash.  They’re certainly gullible, but they’re crappy victims.  Rule number one:  never spend time swindling the broke.  I learned that lesson only after accumulating about 5,000 drool covered Happy Meal® toys.  Stupid toddlers.

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Sometimes it’s not a scam . . . 

Also, despite the jokes I might make, this is a how to NOT get swindled post.  Knowledge is power.  Or something.  Anyway . . .

Teenagers:

Teenagers are only slightly more difficult to swindle than toddlers.  They simply don’t know much.  But unlike toddlers, they think they know everything, which makes them easier to swindle.  But also like toddlers, teenagers don’t have all that much that’s worth taking.  I’d avoid cheating them – it’s really not sporting.

Here’s my story of getting grifted as a teen, from my blog post on cars (Repeat After Me: Never Buy a New Car (and other lessons for young adults)):

(Backstory:  my car was rear-ended by a drunk teen.)  The car, literally owned by me for less than two months needed a lot of repair.  I went in to find out when my car would be done.  The manager (the father of a girl that had graduated a year before me) invited me into his office.  He had a fairly long speech that he shared, indicating that he had found some cheaper parts than he had originally quoted the insurance company, and, well, my $200 deductible could go down to $40 if I only paid him in cash, right then.

I’m not sure how he knew that I had exactly (and only) $40 on me at the time, but his cash radar was perfect.  I pulled out my wallet (brown nylon with a Velcro® strip that kept it closed) and pulled out my $40 and handed it over.

I felt vaguely dirty afterward, like I’d done something wrong.  Honestly, I still fill icky about it writing this down.  The reality is that he probably just needed money his wife couldn’t track for booze or lunch and saw an 18 year old coming . . . and decided to separate me from all the cash that I had.

Yeah, not very sporting, right?  But, again, all it cost me was $40.  Much better to scam are . . .

College Age/Young Adults:

The biggest scam for many kids is college.  And it looks so legitimate.  But college is the perfect scam because it involves big money.  Tuition isn’t cheap, and is rising far faster than inflation says it should.  Beyond that, the current average grade at Harvard is an A minus.  Let that sink in.  Nothing says scam like a diploma mill, and if Harvard is a diploma mill, what chance does Lame Duck County Community College have to enforce anything resembling an academic standard?

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Additionally, college has entered into the realm of “being the new high school” since employers are looking for smart employees.  College at least weeds half of the students out even with the high average grades, so it’s at least some sort of test.  It would be far cheaper for businesses and the economy as a whole if we just allowed IQ or intelligence testing of employee candidates which correlates well with not only intelligence but also with diligence.  Alas, for some reason it seems to be some sort of allowable bypass to only hire from colleges that only accept kids with great ACT or SAT scores (which are great proxies for IQ).  So, instead of an IQ test that takes half an hour or so and costs a few hundred dollars, kids now have to shell out tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of dollars to make them candidates for top positions.  And don’t even TRY to pass the bar (outside of California) without a law degree approved by the American Bar Association . . . .

Additionally, college has the advantage of generally not being paid for by the person getting the service.  Often, it’s paid for by parents.  When it’s not, it’s often paid for by student loans.  Buy, you say:  “John Wilder, the student has to pay back the student loans.  Aren’t they responsible?”

“Nice hat,” I respond, “it must keep the sunlight off your pointy head.”  Seriously, have you ever met an 18 year old that could intellectually conceive of paying off a debt of tens of thousands of dollars over the course of a decade or more?  NO!  We don’t allow these people to drink because they’re far too stupid.  But, yet, we allow them to make decisions that essentially grind them into servitude for the Academic-Industrial Complex.  Ohh, I need to trademark that phrase.

Another way that scams get you is similar to what happened to my friend Joe – I discussed this in a blog last year (Scams, Your Momma, and Cheap Speakers)

“So, guys, the most incredible thing happened to me,” said Joe.  “I was at a Burger King® and I had just finished eating.  I was walking back out to my car, and this guy in a van stopped me.”

I think I jumped in with something to the effect that very few good things happen when a guy from a van approaches you in a Burger King™ parking lot.  Joe ignored me and continued, “He had these speakers in the back of his van.  He had dropped them off at a rental, and he had mistakenly signed two extra out.  If he took them back to the shop, they would have fired him for checking the extras out.  These are $1000 speakers! Each!

“I got them for $300 for the pair!  They sound totally awesome with my stereo!  I had to run to the bank to get the cash, but I got them!”

I smiled.

I had just read in the local newspaper that there was a scammer group operating around the metropolitan area of Moderatelylargecity, East Westeria near where we lived.  They were selling speakers worth about $50 a pair out of the back of trucks at fast food restaurants.  Cash only.

I thought to myself – “Hey, Joe likes the speakers.  He really likes them.  And if you tell him it was all a scam, he’ll hate the speakers and feel stupid.  Is it hurting anyone to let him think he got a deal?”  Joe was a nice guy, and I successfully held back my inner jerk (on that far distant morning).

So, college age kids are just coming into their prime for scams.  I’ve heard that they’ve updated the old “speakers from a van” to include websites touting the brand of speaker that they’re “selling.”  In the information age, have to be ready for the 22 year old with a smart phone.

Amazingly, I’ve only gotten 22 years into my 78 year survey of how you will be cheated during your life.  I’ll continue this topic next Wednesday.

What is Wealth? Is it More Than Money?

“Aristotle was not Belgian, the principle of Buddhism is not “every man for himself”, and the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes, Otto. I looked them up.” – A Fish Called Wanda

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This may be the most important philosophical question of our lifetime, especially if you’re haulin’ oats.

The other day I was listening to the radio and the hosts (Walton and Johnson) were discussing wealth.  Since actual radio around Casa Wilder consists of a single AM station broadcasting crop reports and lean cattle futures and an FM station that is “All Hall and Mostly Oates, All the Time!”  Therefore?  We listen to radio stations on the Internet.  Walton and Johnson are out of Houston, but we also lived in Alaska, so we also often listen to a station we like out of Fairbanks.  Obviously, when the radio in the bedroom says it’s -40°F and the kitchen radio says it’s 85°F, there’s likely to be wind and a rainstorm down the hallway.

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Maybe I misheard that lyric?

Anyhow, Walton and Johnson were discussing wealth.  They mentioned that a recent study showed that, in Houston, a survey said that to be considered “wealthy” you had to have $2.5 million dollars in net worth.  To be considered “well off” you only needed to have $1.4 million dollars – which is quite a bargain – many people work a whole year and don’t make that much money!

After a bit of research, I found the source of the story:  Charles Schwab®, the investment firm.  You can read the study here (LINK).  In San Francisco (according to Schwab©), it’s even more money than Houston to be considered wealthy:  $4.1 million.

Looking at the best numbers I could find, the median household net worth is about $100,000.  To be in the paltry $2.5 million Houston-wealthy club (versus the expensive San Francisco $4.1 million club), means that your household is in better financial shape than 96% of American households.

But that’s the problem with this survey – since, at most, 4% of the people taking the survey would be considered “wealthy,” most of the people taking it have about as much idea about how much money it requires to be wealthy as a monkey trying to understand Nietzsche.  I mean, apes read philosophy, but they just don’t understand it, Otto.  And I imagine people who aren’t wealthy don’t understand that, either.  The answer is just a bit more complicated . . . .

I’ve done about 70 posts on wealth, but I need to step back and ask that question:  what is wealth?  To say it’s purely a number is to show that you don’t understand wealth.  Money represents not a fixed number, but a possibility.

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If you measure wealth in love . . .   

What is wealth?

Wealth is time.  In fact, if you go to the basic equation – your life is made entirely out of time – nothing else.  Your life literally is the sum of the things that you do with your time.  So wealth is doing what you want to do with your time, which means doing what you want to do with your life.  It’s entirely probable that a Wall Street investment banker with $10,000,000 in the bank from a job he hates and shrill wife with more implanted silicon than actual original equipment is less wealthy than a hunting guide who lives in a log cabin in Alaska who has less than $5000 in the bank.

In my case, I’ve traded a LOT of time for money in the past.  My theory was to work hard while I was young so that I could build my career so I could save enough money so that my family would be secure in the future.  You would say that working all the time is not a very wealthy (or in some cases healthy) thing to do, except . . . I loved the job I was doing!  In many cases it was stressful.  Difficult.  Uncertain.  Long hours.  And when I did an awesome job?  Yeah, it was like winning the World Junior Baking Championship.  Not that I can bake, or even that there is a World Junior Baking Championship, but I think you know exactly what I mean.

I watched the documentary Lynyrd Skynyrd:  If I Leave Here Tomorrow this weekend, and those guys simply loved playing music.  They’d do it all day long, even when they weren’t getting paid.  Being a rock star was awesome, sure, but it wasn’t the point.  They were wealthy as soon as they could get paid for playing small clubs.  Arenas were just the gravy.

And, yes, I’ve said in the past (and still maintain) that to support yourself, support your family you might really have to suck it up, buttercup, and work jobs you don’t like because an Alaskan hunting guide has really crappy health insurance and his spouse has neurohemoblastaphobia which can only be cured by a mouse egg (before the baby mice hatch) extract that’s been strained through bigfoot hair and breathed on by an honest politician.  Yes, it’s as expensive as it sounds.  Then you have to work the job you have rather than a job where you play guitar all day.

Wealth is freedom.  Could you quit your job tomorrow without having a new one and still meet all of your obligations?  For most people, the answer is no, either because the obligations are too high or the amount of cash they have is too low – 60% of people in the country live paycheck to paycheck.  However, sometimes it’s self-inflicted.

Some people trade their freedom for a car payment.  I’ve seen people who purchase a $60,000 pickup, and then have to pay $1,200 a month in car payments.  I don’t know about you, but my 4,000 square foot house has a payment of less than $1,000, so it’s not making me freer to be tied to a depreciating asset that I have to pay $14,400 a year for.  Plus insurance.  Plus whatever taxes the state would extract for a $60,000 vehicle.

I have a pickup.  It cost $6,000.  I paid with cash.  It didn’t cost very much because the car dealership was having a hard time selling a stick shift.  The truck runs fine.  Engine is a bit small, but 95% of the time it’s just being driven by a teenager to school and back.

But if your idea of wealth is a $60,000 pickup, I’ll never be wealthy in your eyes.

But I can be free without a $60,000 pickup.

And, no, I’m not a radical get rid of stuff and never buy anything sort of person – I’ve probably got more books on some topics than any library in my state.  And, I’ve bought more than my share of crap in my life, but very little of it has made me happy, and very little of it has made me a better person.  Except for the PEZ®, of course.  And I’ve been on some incredible vacations.

Wealth is time.  Wealth is freedom.  And your wealth is determined by things you “need.”

The less you need?  The wealthier you are, and the more choices you have.

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College Funding, Value and Grade Inflation: Should Your Kid Go? Should You Pay?

“You had rich parents. You got to go to that expensive community college.” – South Park

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If you do college right, you end up being able to travel to cool places.  Literally cool, like Alaska.  Do it wrong?  You’re stuck on some hot beach in Florida during spring break.

I’ve posted several times about college here, but mainly from the perspective of the student.  The other major perspective to catch is that of the parent – whether their child is asking only for advice (in a dream world – 18 year olds know everything so why would they ask an old person for advice?) or you are paying full tuition for them to attend Harvard®, you’re involved.  What questions should you be thinking about when they come looking for money advice?

I think the first and most important question is if your kid should go to college at all.  In 1960, it wasn’t a given that kids would go off to college.  Only one kid out of twenty would go to college and graduate with a bachelor’s degree or more.

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The line goes up and to the right.  So, everyone is getting smarter because here in America EVERYONE is above average!

And, possibly, some folks weren’t going to college because they had been inappropriately excluded.  But now?  70% of high school graduates start college.  70%!

By definition, AT LEAST 20% of the people who go to college are below average in high school.  And 84% of kids now graduate from high school.  Assume the dumbest drop out (not really a good assumption, but we’ll go with it).  Let’s assume that the dumbest of the high school graduates don’t start college (again, not a good assumption, but we’ll go with it).  Still, 20% of the people starting college would then have an IQ of less than 100.

The overall college graduation rate is now 60%.  Which is ludicrous.  Even more ludicrous?  At Harvard©, more than half of the students have a GPA of 3.67 or more, meaning even at Harvard™ the challenge isn’t surviving Harvard©, it’s getting accepted.  Admittedly at Harvard the average IQ is 125 (decent), but it sounds like the grade fairy visits there often.

So, if your kid can get into Harvard™ (or Yale©) (or Stanford®) (etc.) they should go there.  If they’ve got decent study skills they’ll pass.  The reason you go to Harvard™ to learn, really, you can get just as good of an education at Iowa State© for much less money.  No, the reason you go to Harvard™ is to hang around with really, really wealthy people and make connections so that you’re hanging out with Mark Zuckerberg’s kid in 2032 or whatever.  If you’re besties with a Zuckerberg because you had a car and Daddy Mark wouldn’t buy him one so you drove him to strip clubs?  You’re set for life.  They will make sure you have an awesome career, even if it just involves hanging around with their kid driving him to strip clubs for a ludicrous salary.

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Think what Mark Zuckerberg might have accomplished if only he had finished college at Harvard!

The second reason that your kid should go to college is that they’re studying some sort of real science (not a fake one like sociology or anthropology) or engineering.  You have to go to college, and since these degrees have (at least in the past) weeded out the intellectually inferior, well, they will generally lead to much higher wages.  Ditto being a doctor or nurse.  Now, as soon as we start asking how the bridge feels?  Yeah, engineering will be done for.  If we haven’t done that already.

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See, this is an example of creative engineering.  I’d pay to watch people drive this . . .

But a lot of college degrees are worthless – college becomes a four (or five, or six) year day-care for those unwilling to head to real life.  And it costs and amazing amount of money for day-care.  I’d just as soon give the kid enough money and send them to France for six months, not because I like my kid, but I think that France should be inundated with mouthy self-entitled 18 year olds.  It’s my gift to them.

I used to think that all bright kids with good character should go to college.  I don’t think that anymore.  I had one kid I worked with (in a volunteer position).  I asked him what he wanted to do after he graduated high school.  He described a career option, where, as a journeyman, he could live in rural North Midwestia and still make at least $80,000 a year after five years, and probably more like $100,000 after the all the overtime that you can generally pick up is figured into this.  When he started his apprenticeship he already had competing job offers for when he graduated.

My knee-jerk reaction (programming wears off only slowly) was to tell him, “No!  Go to college!  You’re so smart!”  And if I had given that advice and he had taken it, well, when he graduated he’d have $60,000 in debt and (if he was lucky) would have to fight to get a $40,000 a year job.  His idea was way better.

So, consider, should your kid even go to college?

Let’s say that you decide it’s worth it.  College won’t be a four-year boondoggle filled with lattes and climbing walls and easy A’s – it will actually mean something.

How do you pay for it?  Do you pay for it?  Should you pay for it?

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This is why I’m against government paid college.  Then you’d have to get two doctorates and dress in an outfit made of bigfoot hair and unicorn sweat to get noticed in a job interview.

Part of the reason that college becomes a long-duration fun-fest is the problem of skin in the game.  Kids are having fun at college – why would they want to end it?  The colleges are making great profit off the kids.  Why would they want to end it?  The only people who want to end it . . . are the people paying for it.

Incentives are very bad, indeed, especially if you’re the parent footing the bill for it.

I guess I have to leave it up to the parent, but there are other options (for many people) outside of paying for it or saddling your kid with a massive debt.  They could be a great athlete, and get a full scholarship.  And don’t kid yourself – some engineering and technical schools have sports teams and need people that can play reasonably well.  Not NFL® talent.  Not University of Alabama™ talent.  Just well enough to not get hurt against the smaller NCAA Division II schools they play against.

ROTC is another one.  ROTC is the Reserve Officer Training Corps.  It depends on the service, but in some cases they’ll pay for your kid’s college, train them to be a military officer, and then guarantee them a job.  The Army will be happy to take them as an active duty officer, or will offer them a slot in the Reserves.  For the Air Force?  If you’re Air Force ROTC, you’re going active duty.  The nice thing about the Army?  For one weekend a month and two weeks a year, you get your school paid for in just a few years of reserve duty.  Assume it’s four years, and that’s over a thousand dollars a day they’re paying you, and some people don’t even make that kind of money during a summer job!

Both The Boy and Pugsley are reviewing this option.  It would probably work well for both of them.

Of course, there are loans.  But these can backfire amazingly.  I was reading a few years ago about a guy who borrowed enough money to become a medical doctor.  Downside?  He owed upwards of $500,000, and wouldn’t be able to pay the loans off.

That doctor is gonna die in debt, because that’s just about the only way to avoid repaying a student loan.  Or maybe he could make friends with Warren Buffet’s kid?  Know where the strip clubs are?

Hmmm.

Health, Wealth, and Boundaries. Complete with fake IDs.

“We’re out of towels and I’m too old to go diving into lockers.” – Minor League

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It would be nice to have Morgan Freeman narrate your life.  Except for after you did stupid stuff.  Or boring stuff.  Nevermind – skip that.

A number of years ago my boss called me at 11pm.  There had been an incident at work.  As it was a Thursday and I was planning on taking Friday off, The Mrs. and I had already consumed the better part of a bottle of wine.  I decided that I’d go to bed – certainly vacation was off.

In fact, I worked the next 45 days, straight.  I averaged at least 12 hours a day, every day.

During that time, we worked really hard.  Stressful situations daily.  New decisions daily.  But the team met all the goals that were set on that first day, and then some.   We even ended up at budget.  But 540 work hours in 1.5 months is about 225% of a typical work week (40 hours).

I break my time into a triangle:

  1. Work – Ideally, work should server multiple purposes. It should put money in the bank and food on the table.  Another, very real purpose of work is to create value for society.  A well-run business generates wealth for the owner, sure.  But the jobs that it creates can generate wealth for a community.  And most businesses can’t stay in business unless they serve a need in the community.  A power generation plant has to make power to stay in business, but if it operates well and efficiently, it produces power at a low cost, which allows people to have the relative luxury of electricity cheaply, so they can read this blog, or watch Green Acres®.
  2. Family – As a husband and father, taking care of my family is a primary responsibility – it means more than the money from work, it means being there to be dad – both as a bad example of the kind of dad you don’t want to have, as well as teaching children responsibility through situations that force them to figure things out. I mean, what 12 year old shouldn’t know how to make a fake id so he can buy smokes?
  3. Personal Health – If I’m not healthy, I’ll die, and that makes it hard to shower consistently. Also, I won’t be able to lead my family, or work amazingly long hours.  Health may be its own reward, but it also supports the other two legs of the triangle.

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I’d say “bad dog,” but I am out of beer . . . and thanks to practice and parental neglect, Pugsley makes a much better fake ID.

So during this 45 day period, a big stretch of the triangle was possible.  Heck, I was in the best shape I’d been in for at least six years.  Life was good.  I’d focus on work, but put my second focus on family.  Personal health can wait, right?

And during those 45 days, I didn’t exercise like normal.  Also, I don’t eat lunch (I hadn’t since fifth grade) and in those days just worked through lunch.  But we had team meetings (complete with lunch) pretty much every day.  It turns out I can gain 2 pounds a week just by eating lunch more than once.  Yeah.

So, forty five days later, we finished.  And we were exhausted.  And 45 days later?  I entered into yet another work death-march that lasted a year and a half.

Yeah, and that second death-march ended with 45 days straight, too.  And then time required for activities related to The Boy and Pugsley multiplied.  It seems like when the work demands went down, the family demands went up.  And I could safely ignore the health demands, right?

My take on this is that I’ve set my boundaries too far towards work in the past, but the bright side is all the hard work and family stuff seems to be paying off.

But it’s always (a bit) irritated me that Hollywood types get so buff.  I saw Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible 12 (or whatever) this last weekend, and it’s undeniable that the man is in great shape, not only for his age, but for any age.  Cruise was certainly in better shape than he was during his early movies.  He’s seven or eight years older than Simon Pegg, but manages to look ten years younger.  I guess maybe Scientology® might pay off, if you can deal with whole “completely made up” parts.

And Tom Cruise has a luxury that most of us don’t – he has the ability to spend 2,000 learning to fly helicopters so he could do it for this movie, plus countless thousands of hours of training.  I’m lucky to get 250 hours a year to myself for training.  And more power to Cruise!  But most people don’t have that option.  The iron triangle of work-family-health keeps showing up.

In the end that’s part of why I named the blog wilderwealthywise.com – it focuses on that triangle of important things in the average person’s life.  Wealth buys time, and time buys health.  And health . . . buys more time (on Earth).  And with health and time?  One would hope that you can end up with wealth.

And then you could have Morgan Freeman narrate . . . but hopefully not these lines:

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It will all be worth it.  Now, back to the elliptical . . .

How much money should I save? Depends on if you want to be free . . .

“Lost in oblivion, dark and silent and complete, I found freedom.  Losing all hope was freedom.  It’s OK.” – Fight Club

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Alia S. Wilder, showing her prowess at falling into debt holes.

My daughter, Alia S. Wilder, texted me today.

“How much money should I be saving?  Is 20% enough?”

My response?

“Depends.  I’m going to try to end a World War.  Are two bombs enough?”

Oh, sure, the question sounds simple, but the answer is more complicated.  Unless you’re Japan.

“Is 20% enough?”

Certainly, and certainly not.

Savings is good.  I’m throwing that out there as an absolute.  Saving money represents potential.  If I use my money to buy a pile of PEZ® today, well, when they come out next week with the President™Millard Fillmore® Commemorative MegaPEZ© dispenser?  I won’t be able to buy it.

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If ever there was a head that was made to be a PEZ® dispenser it’s Millard Fillmore, who looks exactly like Alec Baldwin.  Fillmore, when running for reelection (he became President when Taylor died) won only . . . Maryland, which is the only State to be named after Mary Poppins©.

I won’t go too much into detail, but Alia S. Wilder has debt.  Mountains of it.  Not the Himalayas.  Maybe more like smaller mountains, like the Alps.

Should you save money when you’re in debt, or pay off the debt?  Yes, save money.  Save money until you have at least six months’ worth of living expenses in cash available to you.

Why six months?  Given six months’ worth of time and space, you can make miracles happen.  You’ll be able to work your way through the emergency.  Oh, and the emergency?  Yeah, you’ll have one.  You’ll get a flat tire and accidently run into the town statue of Tom Petty and then it won’t back down, but will be freefallin’ over onto your 1972 VW® Bug™.  And then?  You’ll have to pay, or they won’t allow you to come ‘round here no more.

So, emergencies happen.  Even Petty ones.

And if I were young and had debt, the first thing I would do is build that emergency fund.  There’s nothing worse than having no money and no options when an emergency strikes.  Not if.  When.

After that, I’d save money in my 401K, if the company offered a match.

401k’s are awesome – generally you can save 6% or so of your salary, and the company will match some percentage of that – say, 50%.  And there is no place on Earth where you can get an immediate 50% return on investment, unless you’ve managed to marry into the royal family of England.  Then?  Yeah, that lip gloss and the Pilates class paid off.

So, you’ve got an emergency fund.  You’re taking full advantage of 401k matching.  Next?

Get rid of the debt.

Debt is perhaps the most evil thing we allow in society today except for Harry Potter© themed AR-15s.  I mean, I like guns, but Harry Potter™ guns?  But back to debt – it allows stupid current you to sell future you into slavery.  You have to pay the debt.  Mortgages and car loans are bad, but the worst?  Student loans.

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You can declare bankruptcy and get rid of mortgage and car debt.  But in order to get rid of student loan debt?  You have to pay it off or die.  I’m not kidding – that part isn’t a joke.  Student loan debt is not dischargeable in bankruptcy.  Like herpes, it’s almost forever.  Unlike herpes, you can pay it off.

Why is debt so very bad?  Well, for every dollar you have in debt, you have to pay interest.  So, if you have $100 in debt, and are paying 5% interest, you have to pay off $5 every year.  No problem, right?

Actually, that interest is insidious.  Let’s pretend it’s a house, and you owe $200,000.  At 5% interest, that’s $10,000 a year.  That $10,000, divided by 12?  In year one that’s most of your mortgage payment.  Your debt remains – you only pay a little bit off in the first year.

Interest on debt destroys your happiness.

In a logical world, you’d pay off the highest interest rate debt first.  That gets rid of the most interest, right?

Nah.  Pay the one that you can pay off first.  The smallest one.  That allows you to feel good about digging yourself out of the debt hell you dug yourself into.  Then?  The next biggest one.

And this works.  How do I know that?  I’ve been there.

When my first wife and I decided that a mixed marriage wouldn’t work (I was human, she was a demon from hell) we mutually decided that she should move out.  Nice!

She handed me a plastic grocery sack.  In the grocery sack was a half a cubic foot of bills.  She then handed me a checkbook.

“I don’t know how much money is in there.”  Meaning the checking account.

She walked out the door.

I pulled the first bill off the stack.  It was a credit card statement from a gasoline station.

It was over $700.  And my soon-to-be ex-wife hadn’t paid them anything in months.  Sadly, this story kept repeating as I went down the pile.  I had massive debt.

I started paying them down.  One at a time.

Seven years later?  The only debt left was my mortgage.  I remember the day – it was January 15th.  I remember writing the check.  I felt like I was Batman™ Kirk©.  Like if Batman® had a starship, or if Kirk™ could fight anyone in a realistic way.  Yay!  But paying down those first few cards and bills was huge.  It gave me a sense of control.  It was saying that I could take small bites and make them matter.

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But one day you sign the last check to pay off the last debt, and you realize that you’re no longer working for someone else – every dollar you’re making is going to you or things you want.

And at that moment you’re free.

So, is saving 20% enough?

I have no idea.  How soon do you want to be free?

Retirement Spreadsheets, The Apocalypse, and You

“Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” – Forrest Gump

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I have no idea where this came from.  But it’s exactly like the one they read to me when I was a wee Wilder.

I have an enormous spreadsheet.  Okay, it’s not really enormous – I’ve made and used much bigger ones at work to calculate the number of licks to get to the center of at Tootsie Roll® Tootsie Pop™.  The number of licks is 573,212 – and not one lick more or less.

This particular spreadsheet:

  • Has yearly calculations from the year 2014 (when I started it) until I turn 103 years old.
  • Divides my spending into 16 categories.
  • Has separate rates of inflation for each category (average inflation rate is 3.6%).
  • Has spots for assumed investment income as well as variable future income from work.
  • Has projected balances on 11 accounts, plus assumed rates of growth.
  • Graphically projects income and net worth . . . until I reach an age where 99.9% of people are dead.

I did use this spreadsheet for one pretty important decision – whether to change jobs back in 2014.  My option back then was to chuck my current job and take a job where I would have a risky proposition at making a big payout in three years or so.  The big payout would have been enough to retire on when combined with my net worth back then, for sure.  Attractive, right?

But it was risky.  How risky?  My first guess was that there was a pretty low probability that it would pay out.  How low?  Maybe 20% chance?

I ranked that against staying in my current job.  I did the math, and it looked like if I could keep my current job for three more years that I could take a differing job, say a high school teacher or flaming poodle-juggler (juggling flaming poodles, not juggling poodles while on fire – that would be stupid), and still keep my standard of living.  Three years of high stress for (relative) economic freedom, or at least more choices.

Hmmm.

I ended up not taking the job, and the risky part won – the job would have been worth much less than the job I would have left, plus the boss I would have worked for?  Yeah, he died three months later.  And my math was right – I’m about where I expected to be as far as net worth.

But I know my prediction is wrong:

  • It assumes that inflation is rather low for a long-ish period – something that I’m not sure is realistic in an economy where the government is attempting to print money as fast as Elon Musk says stupid things on Twitter®. Seriously, Elon, filter, dude, filter.
  • My investments earn about 2.5% every year, after inflation.
  • There’s nothing in there about a civil war or societal collapse.

Huh?  What investments make 2.5% every year after inflation?

No, I kid.

But there’s an entire subgroup of people of people who are preparing for societal collapse – preppers.  They even make television shows about them so that people who are stockpiling food for when the apocalypse comes advertise where they keep all that food.  Thankfully none of their neighbors will remember that after the apocalypse.

I guess (in a small way) that I’m a prepper, too.  The spreadsheet was my prepping – preparing for my career future – and my saving for eventual retirement is prepping, too.

Prepping is preparing, and when done right, it should prepare you for a range of options.  I could liquidate my retirement fortune and buy lots of oatmeal, bendie-straws and PEZ®, but in the sad event that Mad Max® is not the template for the future world, well, what do I do with all those bendie-straws now that California has made them illegal since they enacted common-sense straw registration.

In Houston, we rode out Hurricane Ike back in 2008.  Here is part of what I wrote then – you can find the full thing here (LINK) if you scroll down a bit:

Wow. Didn’t see that coming.

Oh, wait, we did. On radar, on the radio, on the Intertubes. As I said, it was unlikely that we’d stop until the power stopped or the beer ran out.

I still have beer.

At 6:20PM, the lights went out. They flickered on, off, on, off, on, then finally, utterly, off.

(Skipping long description of storm – and moving to the next day.)

We listened to the radio, which mainly told us that the power company wasn’t going to do anything that day (though, that afternoon, The Mrs. indicated that the power had flickered while The Boys and I went out to reconnoiter. Sorry that we missed it, but we did find that there was power on either side of us, not three miles away. No stores were open, and we had no phones. Thankfully, one of the previous announcements for hurricane preparedness had told us to have “food, water, and ammunition” (I am not making this up). We had food for a month, water for a similar time, plus more ammunition than the Pakistani army. We were set.

Eventually, washing came up. I avoided the subject. The Mrs. doused The Boy and Pugsley with coldish water (they howled) and then we ate cold Spaghetti-O’s® and sat around in the dim candlelight. Living in the 18th Century was rapidly losing its charm.

The radio had limited information. The hosts kept telling us to check their website for more information, even though 98% of their listeners were without power. Perhaps the average person has a hand-crank satellite Internet connection?

Then FEMA came on and indicated that you could contact them by calling (no phone!) or by Internet. The Mayor of Houston indicated that within 24 hours they would have 24 trucks of ice in, but he didn’t say where they’d be. He didn’t know.

A representative from our power provider indicated that we might be out of power forever, really, since they had no idea where that mythical lightning in the wire came from. It was really a mystery to them. They even indicated that changing a light bulb might require Federal authority. They began blaming FEMA for the problem. (In actuality, they said that it might be four weeks until the power was back on, in which case I would be looking for a suit of armor, a mighty steed, and a really cool battle-axe.)

On night one, The Mrs. and I had grilled hot dogs over candles. It worked okay, but our hot dogs tasted a bit like apple potpourri.  We started cooking over propane the next day.

The next morning I made coffee for The Mrs. and I. It improved our disposition greatly. Then I cooked ribeye steaks that I’d gotten on sale and frozen. That helped our disposition more. Ribeye for breakfast? Mmmmm.

I took The Boy and Pugsley to see if we could get a generator. This act in Houston (currently) would be like searching for Paris Hilton’s virginity – just not there anymore. Lowe’s® was open, and had a generator. Nah, just kidding. They had bottled water and some Chiclets©.

It appears that hurricanes smell like sex to fire ants (jerkusantus invictus). I got bit five times pulling branches out of my formerly fire-ant free backyard. I then unleashed a genocide of Biblical proportions on them, making the chemical warfare of WWI look like a Disney production of The Little Mermaid® in Candyland™.

I went back inside, and the power-gods deigned to tease us again. The lights flickered during dinner (T-bones and bratwurst saved from spoiling through immolation).

The utter lack of information was maddening. Anecdotal reports of FEMA commandeering truckloads of generators. Reports that Responders (I am ever so tired of that word) being stuck without food – you’da thunk they would have thought far enough ahead to stock up their patrol cars with Snickers®, pantyhose and Pez™ before heading to Houston. No. A Congresscritter was on the air complaining that the responders didn’t food, and wanted THE PEOPLE WHO HAD NO POWER TO COME TO THE NICE AIR CONDITIONED AND POWERED PLACE AND BRING THEM FOOD.

If you’re a responder without chow, you’re part of the problem, not the solution, bubba. I was not feeling sympathetic as I threw out $200 in spoiled food.

Power? That was a myth at this point, the electric company representative, and never really existed. Those things that you call “outlets”? Used for hanging meat to feed short animals. The representative suggested burning furniture to boil water to create steam to power a crude generator. I would have built one, but I had no power for my welder.

We went to bed early. Nice.  The next day I went to work, to an office with power. And ice. And TV. I charged the laptops so the kids could watch Garfield© DVD’s. I had hot coffee. A functioning microwave to dry my socks. I’m not sure why I came home. Oh, yeah, the fam.

I headed home. I saw . . . our porch lights on.

The mythical lightning had returned.

We were actually really prepared for Hurricane Ike.  And we were only out of power for a few days but in reality we could have handled several weeks.

And preppers are really prepared for emergencies.  Some of them have complete surgery kits, antibiotics, and armored vehicles on remote homesteads powered by solar power.  Plus they have gear to survive chemical warfare similar to what an army battalion could attack with after a late-night visit to Taco Bell®.

But the future is funny, because it’s squirmy.  It won’t be as you expect or predict:

  • You might have higher inflation.
  • A totalitarian government might arise when Chelsea Clinton is named Pope®.
  • You might rip the crotch of your jeans during a softball game.
  • The Swiss might finally snap and launch a surprise nuclear attack at the rest of the world.

Each situation that you might run into requires a different response, but in the meantime you have to plan to live a life, but have plans to respond to most reasonable situations.

Should you plan for the stores to be out of food for a week?  Sure.  Should you plan for no power for a week?  Absolutely – a big ice storm can take out the power for months in some locations.

But if the stores were closed for months?  Yeah, that’s a response that’s categorically different, and depends a LOT on where you live.  I live where most of the food comes from – there are grain elevators and cows all around.  In New York City?  Not so much.  But like a wedding between Vladimir Putin and California Governor Jerry Brown, though possible, it’s just not very likely.

Are there general rules to a major disaster?  Maybe.  Here’s a first pass at some based on my experiences where I was in situations that approximated a disaster:

  1. Be flexible. You don’t know the future, but if you’re alert, and think, you can guess at some probably things that might
  2. Be the first out of the door. When it’s obvious that your situation has gone to hell, get out.    Get in line for the re-routed plane.  Get a rental car.  Being late makes everyone in front of you your competition.  Don’t put yourself in that position.
  3. Understand that gone is gone. The universe doesn’t care if it’s not right.  The universe doesn’t care if it’s not fair.  And during an emergency, neither should you.  Your plans are changed.  Your house is on fire.  Your PEZ® has been stolen by the ghost of Tom Petty in a kimono.  Deal with the situation, not your feelings.
  4. Understand that the old rules may not apply. Again, deal with the situation, not your feelings.
  5. Regions matter. Your behavior should tie to the location you’re in.  I’d rather be in central Iowa a year after an apocalypse than Chicago on a Tuesday.
  6. Values and prices change rapidly. $10 for a bag of ice is a bargain if it saves $200 in food.
  7. Laying food and supplies in before an event makes you smart, and removes you from being part of the problem. Doing it after the disaster makes you a hoarder and part of the problem.  Looters and hoarders get shot.
  8. Preppers look like hoarders to hungry people. Don’t talk about your stuff, or sit on the back deck having a ribeye when your neighbor is boiled grain from the silo near the railroad tracks.
  9. Make sure you account for taxation when looking at your investment gains in your retirement portfolio.

Immigration, Freedom, Wealth, Corruption, and More Cool Maps

“Yeah. See, my cousin is getting married down at TJ, man, so he calls the immigration on himself.”

“But why?”

“So he can get a free ride, man.” – Up in Smoke

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This will all make sense, baby, trust me.

This is the second post that I’ve really thought a very long time about, and read a lot about.  Illegal immigration is a difficult topic, and one that’s certainly one of the most polarizing topics in the country today.

I’ll start out with the end conclusion:  unrestricted illegal immigration is devastating both to the illegal alien and to the country entered, and is a phenomenon sure to cause amazing pain across the world.  Now that the Band-Aid™ is ripped off the wound, let me further note that illegal immigration is currently considered the top problem in the United States, and certainly is up there in many European nations.  I’m pretty sure it’s not considered a problem in California, since, you know, weed.

I won’t attempt to discuss specifics of this issue from a global situation – in reality, even though I read a LOT of news, I’ll admit my knowledge of the on-the-ground impacts in Europe is limited.  I could talk about it, but it would be the equivalent of a nerdy dolphin talking about hang gliding – sure I’ve read about it . . . .

“But,” you say, “John Wilder, this is a nation of immigrants!”

Nope.  Not even close.

What became the United States was a colony, specifically a colony of Great Britain.  A colony isn’t a group of immigrants, it’s the growth of the home country by extension.  In this case, the original colonies were founded by British companies operating under British law and eventually British colonies.  The British brought their independent legal system, common law, system of representative democracy, religion, and culture, or at least that’s what the Saturday morning cartoons said.

You may or may not like the British, but the places they colonized remain the most free places outside of Europe.  Here’s the Freedom House map of political freedoms in the world today (CC by SA, 4.0):

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Thankfully, they didn’t mandate that you drive on the wrong side of the road to be free.

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Groovy, baby.

And British culture and religion formed and shaped the politics that led to the American Revolution.  The belief in ordered freedom, that laws stood above all men regardless of birth (i.e., a King was subject to law as much as a commoner), that commerce should be fair, and corruption was to be frowned on.

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Amazingly, you can see that lack of corruption is tied to . . . wealth!  Amazing!  Part of the way to being wealthy is to not be corrupt.  Who could have predicted that? CC-BY-4.0-DE, Transparency International

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Here’s a map that shows where the wealth is, based on this website (LINK) by Theo Deutinger.

Let’s sum this up:  The British language, culture, and religion was the vat that held the Special Sauce® that became America.  In this particular “melting pot” it was British culture, plus the inheritance of Western Civilization that produced the slightly different culture we have here, and it fits in pretty well with the rest of the productive world.  The United States is not a nation of immigrants; it’s a former colony that has created a variation on the themes that have (so far) been the most successful the world has ever seen.  (Note to the Chinese instructor in the year 2230 making fun if this comment, it seemed to make sense at the time.)

So why not have immigration?

Well, I never said no immigration, even though immigration is by its very nature creates tension, and is part of the basis for the balkanized United States that I wrote about in (The Coming Civil War (United States), Cool Maps, and Uncomfortable Truths) and still feel is likely.

Want me to prove that?

The reaction to the following ad, when it appeared in 2008 was, to put it mildly, relatively positive south of the border, and relatively negative north of the border.

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The tensions are currently greatest with Mexico since that country is putting the largest number of unassimilated immigrants into the country, but at different times the tensions have run high with other ethnic groups – the Irish certainly, and around the turn of the last century immigration from Eastern and Southern Europe led directly to the Immigration Law of 1924.

This particular law mainly set ceilings that aimed to preserve the existing ethic makeup of the United States – of particular note, immigration of Hispanics was less regulated, as they were considered not as Hispanic, but as European.

Eventually this policy was reversed in the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965, which led to an increasing proportion of the foreign born in the country – now at over 13%.  This was about the proportion that led to the Immigration Law of 1924.

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But hey, if they’re legal, they’re American, right?

Well, no.  It takes more than just a stamp on a piece of paper to be an American.  Let’s run a thought experiment – The Wilder family decides to move to . . . someplace in Western Europe, say, Denmark, mainly because they love hot dogs and pastry.  We become citizens!  Are we Danish?  No.  We’re Americans who moved to Denmark and became citizens.  Well, our kids are Danish, right?  No.  They’re the “kids of the Americans.”  They’ve been raised by people whose culture is clearly not Danish.  Okay, their kids?

Maybe.  And that’s in Denmark, where we have genetic background from, and it’s a culture pretty similar in corruption levels and social standards to the United States.  I’ll note that Denmark has just put into place restrictions on immigrants who will have difficulty assimilating to Danish culture – Denmark isn’t a big country in either area or population, and the Danes like Denmark just the way it is, thank you very much.

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Being a citizen is more than a piece of paper – it requires assimilation, it requires ties.  It requires buying into the culture and religion (not that you have to join that religion, but you have to respect the way that it forms and shapes the psychology of the country).

And that doesn’t mean that having the desire to “get to a better place” gives anyone the right to move to a new country.  That economic incentive would thus justify that 75% of the world would have the right to move to a Western country.  Also, if the immigrant is wanting to come here only for economics but is otherwise uninvested in the culture?  They will bring their old culture with them – the very same culture that strangled their economic opportunity at home – the borders of the United States doesn’t hold mythical properties that make those that show up prosperous – the culture and religion do.  The United States isn’t a magic bullet – it’s just got a great combination of freedom plus restraint, planning, and trust that derive from religion and culture.

And large clumps of unassimilated immigrants aren’t really Americans, regardless of where they were born or what their passport says.  Technology has allowed foreign-born populations to live with television stations from home every minute of the day – learning English is now not required.  And since they don’t learn English, the only jobs open to them are decidedly lower tier.  This keeps them on the lowest rung of the economic ladder, and also displaces lower-skilled Americans.  The relatively recent immigration enforcement phenomenon has led to much lower unemployment.

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An example of one such cultural enclave in the United States that must be rooted out.

People from different cultures also assimilate at different rates – back to the Denmark example.  Danish culture would be pretty familiar to the Wilder family, but if we were to try to assimilate into, say, Chinese culture?  We know nothing useful for assimilation there.  Literally nothing.  The Mrs. and I would be rather hopeless, The Boy and Pugsley less so, but every day for them would be a titanic struggle to assimilate to a 3,000 year old culture with vastly different norms.  But that’s unlikely to be an issue – China, a country of over a billion people, approved only about 1,500 green cards last year.  Like an invitation to arm wrestle Queen Elizabeth®, those green cards amazingly hard to get.

But let’s ignore reality: what happens if everyone in the world moved to China?

Well, if you desire diversity – that would be the death of it.  Diversity doesn’t flourish when you pull everyone from every culture into the same country – that’s the exact opposite of diversity, and the result (after the inevitable wars) is homogeneity – a single monoculture.  And diversity has huge value, because as different populations have time to grow in (relative) isolation, interesting genetic things can happen, like clusters of genius, or clusters of resistance to certain diseases, or the near superhuman powers of the Sherpas or the Wilder clan.

Here’s what I just said, put more eloquently by physicist Freeman Dyson from his 1979 book Disturbing the Universe:

It is not just an inconvenient historical accident that we have a variety of languages. It was nature’s way to make it possible for us to evolve rapidly. Rapid evolution of human categories demanded that social and biological progress go hand in hand. Biological progress came from random genetic fluctuations that could be significant only in small and genetically isolated communities. To keep a small community genetically isolated and to enable it to evolve new social institutions, it was vitally important that the new members of the community could be quickly separated from their neighbors by barriers of language.

So our emergence as an intelligent species may have depended crucially on the fact that we have this astonishing ability to switch from Proto-Indo-European to Hittite to Hebrew to Latin to English and back to Hebrew within a few generations.

It is likely that in the future our survival and our further development will depend in an equally crucial way on the maintenance of cultural and biological diversity. In the future as in the past, we shall be healthier if we speak many languages and are quick to invent new ones as opportunities for cultural differentiation arise. We now have laws for the protection of endangered species.

In many cases the smartest and most able people come on over to the United States.  That benefits the United States (in many cases), but what does it do to the country that sent those people over?  Does it make India better to send over people who are smart programmers and great leaders, or does India suffer from this? 

It destabilizes India, which, in turn, makes the world a less stable place.

The current mass-migration of peoples on the planet, regardless of their aims and difficulties, will end in violence and tears – there is no instance of a stable multicultural society in the history of mankind.  The longer it goes on, the more devastating the end will be.  But I’ve stopped worrying about that.  Too scary.  Now I just worry about fashion trends.

Your Asset is Somebody Else’s Debt. Oh, and Easter Island. And PEZ.

“Easter Island was a practical joke that got out of hand.” – 3rd Rock from the Sun

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And now you know what those statues are for!  Found on Twitter – I have no idea who to attribute this to.

Many of the things that you think of as assets are, to someone else, debts:

  • Your salary is a debt that your employer owes you – you’re a liability on their books.
  • Payments like Social Security or Medicare or any other government payment – is a debt that’s funded by taxpayers.
  • Your bank deposits are a liability on the books of the bank – technically you gave them a loan that they would have to pay back at some point.

This goes on and on, but I think this gives a flavor of the concept that debts are double-sided.  Your debt is someone else’s asset, and vice versa.  I’ve heard people (especially after a few beers) slur at the ceiling that the debt the economy is facing is, somehow, easily a solvable problem.  “Jus’ eliminate the debt!”  This is often followed by, “gonna be right back – gotta get rid of some of this beer.”

Well, if the bank did that, every one of my checks would bounce, which tends to irritate me, since by eliminating all of their debt, they eliminate all of my deposits.  Yikes!

And if the government just said “debt’s gone – we forgive ourselves,” everyone who owned government bonds would be broke.

It’s interesting that this concept (asset requires a debt) only applies to financial instruments.  If I own a car, or a really cool PEZ® dispenser and have NO loan against it, well, that asset is just an asset.  It’s not someone else’s liability.  This is rather crucial because the average dollar bill that is available in the United States is borrowed into existence.  Take one of them out – look at it.  It’s called a Federal Reserve Note.  You’re actually walking around with a bit of somebody else’s debt in your pocket.

This wasn’t always the case.  In fact, as recently as 1963, silver certificates were issued.  These were just called . . . dollars.  And they implied that you were still the holder of a debt, but the debt was payable in silver.  Which is way better than a current dollar, which is payable in . . . another dollar.

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Look, Ma, no Fed!

Again, if I own an asset, there’s just no debt that goes against it.  Keep that in mind . . . .

Okay, how much debt is out there?  Well, I was reading John Maudlin’s post (LINK) and he had a number.  It was a LOT.  Like $250,000,000,000,000.  That’s $250 trillion dollars.  And to think, some people don’t make that much in a year!

So who owes this debt?

Well, corporations owe a huge chunk.  And why not?  Governments around the world have been force-feeding them money since 2008.  Corporations, per Maudlin, own 41% of the increase.  But the big owner?  Governments.  You can fiddle around with a maps and see how doomed your country is by going here (LINK).

As a note, the United States has a combined total of over $47 trillion in combined government, corporate, and household debt.  If we didn’t eat or go to the movies or do anything else, we could pay it off in 2.5 years . . . .

But what happens when the debtor fails?

  • If the government fails? No Social Security.  No free PEZ® monthly.  No food stamps.
  • If the company fails? No salary.
  • If the bank fails? All of your money above $250,000 in a particular bank vaporizes.  There are exceptions, but you can sort that out for yourself.

How likely is any of that to happen?

Governments fail all the time – and their currencies, historically, fail even more especially when we’ve reached the point where most currencies are backed by nothing.  A silver certificate promised a certain amount of silver.  Our current world currencies just promise that they’re worth a dollar, or a euro, or a ruble, or a yen – they have no intrinsic value.  So, yeah.  This really happens.  And what’s one way to get out of debt, if you’re a government?  Print lots of money.  Oh, and your money isn’t worth so much after they pull that little trick.  Again.

Companies can’t print money, or at least not for very long before they get Enron®-marched off to jail.  But companies fail or disappear at a pretty significant rate.  The average lifespan of a company, big or small?  10 years – then they get sold off or fail.  Some, of course, last longer, like Sears®.  Oh . . . nevermind.

Banks rarely fail so that your assets disappear, at least they haven’t since the Roosevelt presidency.  For that to happen would call into question the entire financial system – so governments will print money by the bucket load so banks don’t fail.  Make cars?  You can fail.  Make burgers?  You can fail.  Loan money at interest?  Your doors will never close – worst case some other bank will be enticed to take you over.

One thing, as Maudlin mentions, is government hasn’t ever taxed actual wealth like your pile of silver or your vintage collection of Sarah Michelle Gellar photographs.  Maudlin’s pretty convinced that the next debt crisis will be so big and difficult that governments will look at all the medium-size piles of wealth around the country, and start just plundering that like a pirate on a vacation.  They’ll never get the big guys – those folks will move their money to places that even the IRS and God won’t be able to find.  Like Easter Island.  Or, (shudder) Cleveland.

REMEMBER, JOHN WILDER IS NOT A FINANCIAL PLANNER.  I do hold positions in US Currency, and will probably get of some dollars in the next few days to establish positions in PEZ™, maybe a nice bottle of wine, or a steak.

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