TMF Opposition

You all know how I revere winners. WhenI got the drift on a self directed IRA, I instantly thought WINNER! How can you beat being in total control of your own bank, your own IRA and even setting your own interest rates on your loans. This occurs all while your dollars are securing a whole life insurance policy. Where has this been all my life? The Personal Equity Institute group has given me a new lease on my financial life. It just gets me in the pit of the stomach to think that this opprtunity was hidden from most of us for several years.

I have often related that I love to bet on just about anything. I recently got involved in betting on whom the “bachelorette” would choose. I lost. This stirred up my competitive spirit and got me searching for my next wager. Then my cousin told me about this way of becoming your own bank and directing your own IRA. He called it infinite banking. I bet him it wasn’t legal and was a bunch of smoke. I told him if it seemed to be too good to be true, it probably wasn’t. I lost again. You can bet that I’m looking for another bet.

Gentleman start your engines (you too Dana). This phrase is classical music to my ears. I love competition. As you know each car has to earn its starting position by going through trial runs and, therefore, they establish where each is to start a race. It would be nice if this type of inregrity also was applied to life. As we all know, life very often is not fair. Case in point is how the rich and powerful always knew about things like infinite banking and having a self directed IRA. Why weren’t the rest of us informed about these jewels until now? Let me see. Could self-serving greed have anything to do with it?

When I was a child, I immediately became interested in anything and everything that represented a competition. I would bet on what contestant would win on TV game shows to how many red cars would pass my house in a ten minute span. I loved and still love any race imaginable. My only prerequisite was that it be fair. As an adult, I recently became aware of infinite banking and quickly realized how unfair the banking game is. The high rollers have been hiding this incredible concept of being your own bank for as long as decades. It is like racing in a one-leg race with two legs. This was definitely not fair.

If ever there was a situation where something sells itself, it is these amazing Surrey condos. It would take a Sherlocke Holmes to find even the slightest fault with this development. It is as sure a thing as a cheeta racing a snail. No competion, no chance of disappointing a prospective buyer. If a condo in this wonderful city is what you are seeking, look no more. Why mess with perfection? Waterstone has created Heaven on Earth with reflection pool, lap pool state of the art gymnasium 15,000sq ft clubhouse. Need I say more? All this and enjoying it in beautiful Western Canada is remarkable.

Everything today is at a competitive racing state. I love competition when I’m at an auto race or a boat race. I realize these people are vying for a prize as well as the glory. When it comes to retail outlets, it isn’t so exciting for me. Now my sister, on the other hand, finds price wars more thrilling than the America’s Cup. She priced kitchen carts for two months brfore she found the best price on Cymax.com. Now I can’t get her off that site. She’ll buy anything when she finds a bargain price, whether she needs it or not.

I am a fan of all racing from demolition derby to formula one speedsters. If you opt to race it, I’ll be there. I remember when I was eleven. I tried to talk my brother into a downhill race with my mother’s and aunt’s kitchen carts. I can see it now. Pepper mills to frying pans flying all over the place, while my brother and I are risking our very lives flying down the hill on Maple St. He suggested that I see a therapist instead. He wants me to practice using a wheel chair, since he believes I will certainly need one someday.

I don’t know exactly where it all began, but it is obvious that everything in our society has become akin to an auto race. Every day I go to the office, I feel like I need a racing helmet. Even when I get a cup of coffee, it feels like I’m making a pit stop. The scientists working on embryonic stem cells differentiation and other stem cells research must feel like they are on a launch pad at Cape Canaveral, if I feel the urgency in my relatively inconsequential occupation. It’s like you’re waiting for the gun to go off any second. Where did we go wrong?

Nobody enjoys rock’m and sock’m demolition derby as much as I do. The combination of racing skills and downright courage is enough to send me reeling. Of course, the objective is to be the last vehicle standing, but I suspect that the real incentive is just to have plain old fun. After about ten minutes the cars get so banged up, they look like they’ve been put in an industrial mixer and spewed back out onto the track. As long as no one gets hurt (sometimes they do), this has got to be the world’s greatest sport in my eyes.

I’d be very hard pressed to come up with any event that is more purely competitive than auto racing. As a matter of fact many of the terms used in sports today are derived from car races. There’s “put the pedal to the metal” and “go into high gear” and “give it the gas” etc. Without competition, it is more than likely we would be at least a hundred years behind our present way of life. Do you think cell line development or isolation of cells would exist if there weren’t a competitive spirit in medical research? I would bet not.