Hammer Mill Days

We're out of the big box retail business. Easy come, easy go. Now what do we do for scratch? Start scratching? What am I, a dee-jay? (Perhaps I am.... ) Leave us face it. As so many of our closest friends and advisors have told us, Big Green's money-making gene is recessive. The cash bone definitely is not connected to the Green bone. Even when we have a hole to China's most productive consumer good factory - literally a tunnel to the bank! - it blows up in our faces. The gods want us humble. They have given us a mission, and we must fulfill it. Live simply in an abandoned mill. Make music. Travel to other planets via questionable means. Go forth and do as I tell you. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? What the.... got gods for three minutes and they're already demanding as hell. Well, you should know that we're not letting the grass grow under our feet. (Except the mansized tuber, of course - that's his natural state.) As you may be aware, Matt and I have been busy with...

Through the course of the average day during this politically charged season (and, as you know, we are in the midst of a permanent campaign, no end in sight), you are likely to hear all kinds of wild economic claims and predictions. Among the most impressive, in my humble opinion, is Gingrich's $2.50-a-gallon gas promise. We expect no less from the once and future King of the Moon People. A big idea man. The thing about big ideas is that they can also be bad ideas. In the case of the $2.50 gas, though, we're talking more about excessive blowhardism and the usual type of empty pandering you see from seasoned politicians like Gingrich. Last presidential election, it was drill, baby, drill! This time, it's pappy cheap-gas. Also, pappy tax cut, as always - that one never gets old. This is where the faulty economic theory part comes in. Take pretty much any one of the Republican candidates' tax plans, to the extent that they've been articulated thus far. Romney, for ins...