A Few Thoughts On My Own Greed
I hoped I might change the whole world for the better with the money I was going to make in MDMN.
And there was a time about, oh, three-four years ago when (given the unsupportable lies that originated with our criminal acquaintances and which were faithfully transmitted by a handful of “smart money” folks on this discussion group) it seemed virtually impossible that I somehow might NOT wind up having somewhere between $2 and $5 million.
It was inevitable, it seemed.
And that felt good! It felt great!
I so terribly enjoyed splashing myself with giant handfuls of the near-certain knowledge that I would soon be able to implement some of my bigger dreams, would soon be able to afford things that have always been out of my price range.
And the experience of having that feeling and having it sustained for such a long period of time was, to me, certainly worth SOMETHING.
I am not sure it was worth the $127,000 I pumped into MDMN and CDCH (my holdings are currently worth $5k), but envisioning myself as financially flush was definitely an experience I thought (and still think) was worth having.
Since the advent of our collective “great enlightenment” (the certain knowledge that whether or not we were part of this board’s kaboomish and forever unapologetic “smart money” or we were one of the great unwashed "greedy idiots” or whether we perhaps fit into some other category, we all, at a minimum, had been flat-out punked) I have come to see that in the course of my entire life so far I have always had Enough. And still, I have always wanted More.
That realization, too, has been worth quite a bit to me.
And I (like to) think that I may have moved along now to the point where I am simply interested in seeing how the rest of this story unfolds at whatever pace it so chooses.