Carnival of Wealth, Calvin Coolidge Edition

“The business of America is…business.”

 

First, an apology. We ran a paid post last week. It was garbage, but again, they threw money at us. We don’t normally run paid posts, not just because they’re awful but because they’re so dissimilar from the rest of our posts. Still, they’re called “paid” for a reason. Diminish the integrity of the site for a day so we can cash in? Absolutely. The problem is that this one turned out to be an unpaid post. Halifax Bank never squared up with us, so we yanked their post and will never acknowledge their existence again. They and the rest of Bank of Scotland’s subsidiaries can all go to hell.

 

Oh yeah, our topic: He rendered unto the states what was the states’, and disagreed with international alliances on principle. For our money, he was America’s greatest president. He didn’t serve all that long ago, either – within the lifetime of several people reading this.

Nor was he a plutocrat. Under his administration, almost all income taxes in the nation were paid by the richest 2% of the citizenry. Those taxes were modest, too. The remaining 98% paid nothing. He retired one-quarter of the federal debt, an idea so preposterous in 2012 that neither candidate even makes an offhand promise to do it. He had about as tiny an ego as you can have and still be President. He would have hated the idea of his face being turned into iconography. Most impressively, he stood down in 1928 even though he almost certainly would have won. Yes, there was a time in American history when substance alone could get a man elected President. How ironic, especially in this, the Age of Irony.

Alas, Calvin Coolidge isn’t on the ballot this time. Nor is anyone similar. Fortunately, we have another edition of the Carnival of Wealth to tide you over until it happens again. Personal finance blog posts from tout le monde. Enjoy:

John Kiernan at Card Hub gets top billing this week for banging the same drum that we’ve been banging since Day 1 here at CYC: financial education for college students. Every year our institutes of higher learning crank out graduates who can analyze ecosystems, read poetry, and diagnose schizophrenia. Yet balancing a checkbook and negotiating a car purchase don’t fit in the curriculum, for some reason. John shows us several schools (Texas Tech, Duke etc.) that are teaching kids something eminently practical. And if this isn’t an appropriate place to place a link to The Greatest Personal Finance Book Ever Written, nowhere is.

You mean there’s yet another woman who blogs about how she’s planning to spend far more time paying off her student loans than she did incurring them? We thought we’d already seen all 349,221,270 of said bloggers, but apparently one slipped through the cracks. Kerry Lambeth at Frugal City Girl “works in money journalism” and loves to give monthly updates on her debt. She also talks about her expensive purchases – a $700 camera here, a $40 dress there (“to bridge the gap between home wear and pyjamas”), and oh God how to readers continue to digest this stuff? Perhaps it’s the same reason why every drama on television is about lawyers, cops, or lawyers and cops. People say they crave originality. People are freaking liars. The more repetitive and unchallenging something is, the more popular it is. Personal finance blogs are no exception.

Oh yeah, her submission. Ms. Lambeth went to Hampton Court Palace and saw how Henry VIII lived when he wasn’t decapitating his wives or his Catholic advisors. She also took pictures. This has nothing to do with personal finance, but she attempted to tie things together at the end when she pointed out that unhappy people who have the wherewithal to do so (like the King, presumably) spend a lot of money. So do happy rich people, but that doesn’t reinforce Ms. Lambeth’s point. A couple of pieces of self-justification, some sympathetic comments from like-minded debtors, and there’s your blog post. So easy a child can do it.

Help! Andrew at 101 Centavos to the rescue, with a fantastic title: Investing In Fatties, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Obamacare (Part 1). Andrew agrees that ordering citizens to buy a service – and punishing them if they don’t – is what totalitarian governments do. The United States of the 21st century is such an animal, like it or not. Andrew’s making lemonade of the situation, figuring that at the very least he should be able to profit off the companies who will now be receiving the business of fat people who’d otherwise have been deemed uninsurable.

Try not to read the comments on this post, most of which repeat the old canards about how fat people are that way because the American “food system” (whatever that means) denies them healthy food and forces them to buy cheap, fattening food. We’ve proven that that’s a stinking lie, but most people don’t like even entertaining the notion of having their assumptions challenged and their minds changed. Just like most people aren’t, or don’t want to be, financially successful.

The relentless zealots at Becoming Your Own Bank have submitted 4 consecutive weeks now, even though we poke fun at their core business of whole life insurance every single time (and panned a book they wrote on the same topic.) It’s good to know that some of our submitters are too busy charging people for a noxious financial product to read our site. This week, BYOB confuses investing with insuring, yet again. Shall we pencil them in for next week, too? We have a feeling we’ll need to.

It seems that several collection agencies were making debtors feel bad. From Odysseas Papadimitriou at Wallet Blog, news that the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau is now enforcing politeness. Now, the collection agency that got involved because you refused to pay your credit card bill on time has to be nice to you while trying to collect what you owe. How long before a particularly sensitive debtor ends up suing a collection agency for shattering her self-esteem, and winning? Folks, whatever you do, don’t pay your bills on time. Keep ringing up purchases you can’t afford. It’s the sellers’ fault for making you want it so much.

You don’t have to live in the UK to appreciate this tip from TaxFix. You merely need to have done business there. Get your paperwork in by the end of the month to avoid penalties, and try to ignore that the hammer and open-end wrench (or as the Brits say, “spanner”) in TaxFix’s logo looks like it belongs on the Soviet flag.

Nobody knows the Canadian energy sector like Mich at Beating the Index. This week he avails us of Argent Energy Trust, a trust which though based in Canada operates oil fields in Texas and Oklahoma.

Something called Trading Academy debuts this week. This is one of those blog posts that illustrates the Wadsworth Constant. Here’s the entire post, reduced to 2 sentences: A lot of mutual funds’ fiscal years are ending right about now, therefore so is the annual practice of selling off to mitigate tax losses. Thus the S&P 500 usually rises this time of year.

From Ken Faulkenberry at AAAMP Blog, a breakdown of tactical asset allocation. Oh, relax. It’s more interesting than it sounds. What Ken espouses is that you should use despondency and other seemingly negative emotions to your advantage. Ride the trough of the wave, not the crest. Or as Ken puts it,

[L]ook for opportunities in assets that are experiencing extreme pessimism, and look to take profits in assets that are experiencing a buying euphoria.

What’s better than a 30-year obligation to a lending institution that can take your house if you don’t make your payments on time? 2 of them! From Charles Davis at Wallet Hub, what to watch for before getting a straight-up 2nd mortgage or a home equity line of credit. If you don’t know what the difference is, you need to read this.

(Sophomoric post about debt. We would have lambasted it, but the submitter is a retired United States Marine. So we’ll do him the courtesy of just not running it.)

The mysterious Dividend Growth Investor makes his weekly appearance, this time entertaining the argument that dividends might be worthless. Why? Because on the ex dividend date, the stock usually falls in value by some amount approaching the size of the dividend. But of course, a dividend is tied to a company’s fundamentals. A stock price is just the consensus of a bunch of wildly divergent opinions that can have little to do with reality. See an argument created, rebutted and destroyed all in one post.

Free Money Finance says it makes sense to think of annuities as insurance. Which they are, if you’re worried about living to 110 and exhausting all your other assets. The author also links (in a non-reciprocal manner) to a website that sells annuities and looks like it was designed in 1998. We mention the site because it goes to great lengths not to disclose the interest rates it pays out at. Folks, if you’re doing business with someone and don’t know the terms, you deserve to lose everything.

John P. Schmoll runs Frugal Rules. Schmoll is German for “pouting”, and you should have seen the email he sent us after we ran his inaugural CoW post with commentary. This week John P. gives 4 tips for saving money on taxes. Cut your stock losses, give to charity, etc. Which is good advice all around. Now if we could only get him to hire an editor. (3 instances of “needs” as a noun, egregious use of the passive voice, and a glaring example of RAS Syndrome [IRA account]. Aside from that, great post.)

Thanks for coming. Check us out on Investopedia, too. We update this site daily, with new long posts every Wednesday and Friday. And a new CoW Monday. Take care.

How To Make An Effective $1200 An Hour

The guy with cop hand in his face should’ve read this post.

 

We haven’t done a story with a misleading headline in a while. So here’s one, in Yahoo! News and Drudge Report fashion.

You’re not going to make $1200 an hour doing this, but you could make $200 in 10 minutes. Or, more accurately, not lose $200 in 10 minutes. It’s a post about how to get out of a speeding ticket, or at least minimize the damage.

Your humble blogger enjoys driving fast for several reasons, the primary one being the self-evident one – you get where you’re going earlier. While we’re on the topic, something of a tangent: it makes no sense that old people drive slowly. They’re the ones who have the least sand left in the hourglass, yet they mosey along as if God isn’t tapping them on the shoulder and pointing to His watch.

So yeah, driving fast is efficient. Almost as importantly, it’s fun. The Richard Petty Driving Experience doesn’t charge people $135 to do laps of an oval at 45 mph. Also, driving fast forces you to pay attention to your surroundings, engaging you in a way that a driver fixated on the speed limit never is. Drivers who lull, or worse yet fall asleep at the wheel, are rarely speeding. It’s when the possibility for danger is heightened that your senses are correspondingly so.

Alright, enough preface. Two offenses, a couple of weeks apart. The first was outside the quiet desert town of Baghdad, Arizona, 82 in a 55 zone. Obviously, no one was in any danger. No bobbing and weaving, no dodging oncoming traffic, just unfortunate positioning (us here, the highway patrolman there – traveling in the other direction, on the crest of a hill, where a civilian’s radar detector is useless.)

That’s a $200 fine, for doing 25-30 over the limit. And probably a couple hundred more in the near future, indirectly, when the insurer realizes that they’ve been providing coverage to a genocidal driver who won’t be satisfied until the highways of the Southwest are covered with blood.

We got out for $40, no points, and no notification to our insurer (unless said insurer happens to read this blog. Hi there!)

How’d we do it? Simple. Here’s how you can do it:

  • Acknowledge the obvious: you’re busted. You saw the cop’s lights flash, so don’t be stupid. Pull over immediately. If it turns out that the cop happened to turn his lights on for a completely different reason, big deal – pulling over thus cost you a few seconds. If you are indeed the subject of the cop’s interest, you’re showing deference and expediency – you value his time too, and want to get this incident over with as soon as possible.
  • It’s going to take the cop a few seconds to approach your car. Break out your license, proof of insurance and registration and place them on the dash before he gets there. You’re not admitting guilt, at least not explicitly. But if you are guilty, or at least citable, doing this makes things easy for the cop.
  • Hands in front of you. On the steering wheel is as good a place as any. Tell your passengers to put their hands where the cop can see them, too.

Oh, you don’t have guns in the car? Why the hell not?

Riding with at least one gun (and, more importantly, availing the cop of its/their presence) shows you’re responsible. Doing so is common sense, and if you had to sit through a class to receive a concealed weapons permit, the instructor should have gone over this anyway.

The cop sees a speeder. He doesn’t know if you’re a career missionary who just returned from volunteer duty at the local veterans’ hospital, or Brandon Marshall. So put him at ease. Getting shot isn’t a common job hazard for any domestic line of work, but it’s a lot more frequent among police than it is in whatever you do for a living. The cop is certain you’re a speeder: make him equally certain that you’re not a criminal. Again, you’re trying to make his job easy here. Cops spend most of their workdays dealing with personalities ranging from verminous to merely uncooperative. Set yourself apart.

Oh, and tell him about the guns before he has a chance to talk. A) You’re supposed to and B) it’s kind of fun to initiate a conversation with a cop, forcing him to listen to you and not open his mouth until you’re done.

  • Don’t commit to a number when asked if you know how fast you were going. If you do, you’re signing your own warrant. Say something like “Officer, I was looking at the road, not my speedometer.” If you happen to be far from home, blame the scenery. “Officer, I thought I was driving safely and responsibly, but I was paying more attention to the gorgeous mountains and cacti than I was to my speed. I apologize for forcing you to stop me.”

We’re not kidding. Those quotes might look sarcastic, particularly the last one, but the idea here is to show deference. It’s amazing how many people will attempt to stand their ground against a cop, helpfully explaining to him why he’s wrong or at least misguided. If you’re going to do that, you might as well insult his mother.

All over our book, we remind you to look at each (financial) transaction from the other party’s perspective. Same deal for traffic stops. What does the cop want out of this? No hassles. Someone’s going to hassle him today, probably several people. Don’t be one of them. Be a bright or at least neutral spot in his otherwise stressful day. It’s not about who’s right. It’s about you minimizing the damage.

Back to our encounter. We found common ground, and continued to put the good patrolman at ease. We ending up discussing music for a few minutes – the merits of the Gibson SG over the Les Paul, etc. – and would have gone longer if we didn’t politely ask to get a move on before our bladders exploded. He said, “Look, I have to write you a ticket. You were doing 82 in a 55. I’m going to cite you for 5 over. Pay it by the end of the week and it won’t appear on your record. And slow down.”

Here’s what we didn’t do:

  • Plead for a reduced violation.

Reducing the violation is the cop’s call. Asking for it is like asking someone for a birthday gift. Tacky and ineffective.

  • Curse, threaten to fight the ticket, come up with an idiotic excuse, or use the venerable “Good thing there are no murderers or rapists for you to arrest” line.

This should go without saying, but it’s rarely a good idea to antagonize someone who has the legal authority to make your life miserable.

As for the second incident, that was on a lonely stretch of interstate in an even more remote part of the West. The officer was in the median. The radar detector went off too late to do anything about the excessive speed.

Again, pulled over immediately and did everything listed above. Complimented the officer’s beat (“These wide open spaces are just too distracting”), and he agreed to write up a 20 mph excess as a 1-5 mph one.

Then it got better. He did the thing where he steps back to his car for a few minutes, forcing his quarry to sweat, then returned and said, “I noticed you don’t have a front plate. The state requires one. I’m going to write you up for that instead.”

At least in the state in question, “No front plate” results in a fine or points only if the driver doesn’t show proof of correction within a fixed period. That is, if you affix the front plate to the vehicle, then fax a picture of same to the court, they’ll drop the charges.

Yes, if you no longer know where your front plate is you could conceivably just put the back plate on the front and send a picture of that to the court. Not that we encourage that, or would ever dream of doing it ourselves.

See? You learn something new on this site every day. Under the right circumstances, driving without a front plate can reduce your violation to zero. Grab a flathead screwdriver and take a little more control of your financial future right now.

 

And if all this fails, have breasts.