Nothing annoys me more than people who are seduced by fear. As an investor, I’m personally impacted when blubbering, weak-kneed, gutless poseurs run screeching for the doors every three days. They make me sick. So do those who warn that the Apocalypse is about to start in the Middle East. I’m fifty-three; every damn day … Continue reading Apocalypse? Hardly. This is called “mopping up”