June’s (Financial) Retard of the Month

Hiroshima, 1946. No, wait

Hiroshima, 1946. No, wait

 

This week, a civic winner. America’s foulest major city, the abscess on the shores of Lake St. Clair. Congratulations, Detroit: you are our Retard of the Month. All 701,475 of you, take a bow.

That’s part of it right there. Detroit has lost more than 60% of its population off its 1950 peak, and now has fewer people than it did during World War I. Among the 50 largest cities in the U.S., only Detroit and its similarly gangrenous cousin, Cleveland, have fallen in population over the last couple of years. At this rate, by the time your grandkids start getting fitted for hearing aids Detroit will have fewer denizens than Buford, Wyoming.

buford

The smart Detroiters moved somewhere warm, while the ones of middling intelligence escaped to the suburbs. Farmington Hills might not be Cape Coral, but at least it’s not Detroit proper.

But mere dilapidation isn’t enough to make one a worthy (F)RotM honoree. You need to make awful financial decisions, and Detroit does that like no other municipality in the country.

Unemployment in Detroit is 16%, which is high even by modern-day American standards. One-third of the city’s budget goes to paying pensions for city employees. Three months ago the state of Michigan commandeered the city’s finances, the civic equivalent of an adult child moving back in with the parents and handing all the credit cards over to mom before claiming the cot in the basement. Only 14% of property owners pay taxes, and why bother? It’s not as if the constable is going to work a long enough week to track you down, and even if he did he’s probably not going to want to venture into your neighborhood if he can help it.

The city has $20 billion in long-term debt. So unless the mayor (the current one, not his 38-time felonious predecessor) can coax $28,500 out of each resident – or $34,200 out of each resident with a job – the city will eventually go bankrupt. Why it hasn’t done so yet is a mystery.

Here’s the most incredible superlative we’ve ever shared with you on CYC. This is not a joke.

How much did the average house in Detroit sell for last year?

No, lower.

Lower.

Please. Way lower.

Give up? $7,500. That is not a typo. There are no zeroes missing in that number. And that’s the average, which means that the median is almost certainly lower. Plus it’s not as if the low prices mean that inventory is low: the typical house stays on the “market”, such as it is, for more than a year. In the sellers’ defense, it’s hard for a realtor to do an open house when the front door is boarded up and the windows and copper pipe are missing.

Here’s the 2nd-most incredible superlative we’ve ever shared with you: 40% of Detroit’s street lights don’t work. The good news is that few Detroiters can afford cars. Think about how much of a problem it would be if only 25% of the street lights were broken at the next 4-way intersection you pulled up to. Increase that ratio to 40%, and we can speculate as to at least one reason why Detroit’s population is declining so quickly. Especially since 2/3 of the city’s ambulances don’t work. Short of forcing Ontario to annex Detroit under threat of nuclear annihilation, there isn’t a whole lot that can be done to keep Detroit from continuing to fester.

Well, except for one magic bullet:

A $650 million taxpayer-funded hockey arena! Which is desperately needed, since the current home of the Red Wings, Joe Louis Arena, dates to the Pleistocene Era. Actually, it dates to 1980. Yes, we’re something of a disposable society when it comes to consumer items and musical tastes, but hockey arenas? Isn’t it reasonable to assume that they should last more than a couple of years longer than the standard residential mortgage?

When we got news of the arena plans, it dawned on us: Detroit is a debt blogger! And thus a suitable choice for (Financial) Retard of the Month. Think about how many of our previous honorees have said something similar to the following: “I have $30,000 in credit card balances, and $50,000 in student loans, but hubby and I think that buying these his-and-hers jetskis and spending 3 weeks in Cancun will help get us in the right frame of mind and provide the impetus for us to finally tackle our debts head on. Wish us luck!”

As for the arena, it’ll sit next to the $300 million publicly owned baseball stadium, built in 2000, and the $430 million publicly owned football stadium, built in 2002, each of which clearly provided a huge boost to the local economy. Why, if they add a publicly funded soccer stadium, and maybe a publicly funded jai alai fronton, Detroit’s unemployment rate will free fall all the way down to 15.9% in no time.

Most noteworthy of all is who stands to benefit the most from Thomas Hearns Arena. (Our suggested name, as it’s fitting that an arena in modern-day Detroit should be named after a pugilistic dementia sufferer who had to auction off his cars and boats to settle a quarter-million-dollar tax debt. By the way, even The Hitman fled Detroit for the suburbs.) Mike Ilitch, the owner of the Red Wings and founder of Little Caesar’s, is worth $2.7 billion. He could build any new arena himself, but Mr. Ilitch didn’t get rich by spending his own money when there were other, not-always-willing people who could write the checks. A combination of stupid pride (“This is Hockeytown! Our Wings can’t leave! If they move to Kansas City all will be lost!”) and misleading bureaucratic jargon (it’s not a “public-private partnership”, it’s the poor feeding the rich) will almost certainly ice the deal.

Instead of moving one misguided wretch to tears with this month’s honor as we usually do, we chose to share June’s wealth with 701,475 poor unfortunates. Well, actually 371,782 poor unfortunates: 47% of Detroiters can’t read.

May’s (Financial) Retard of the Month

Apparently we take requests now. A fellow blogger, who seems judicious and thus almost certainly doesn’t want us to use her name, suggested today’s Retard of the Month honoree. Her recommendation has plenty of the characteristics you’d want in a RotM:

  1. A first-person story about all the money he’s made? Of course not. How about a first-person story about all the debt he’s incurred? ($50,000 in this case. At least he claims to have paid his debt off, unlike almost all of his indistinguishable contemporaries.)
  2. “Debt” in the URL.

That’s about all you need to qualify to be RotM.

It’s a strange phenomenon, and one that might be particular to North American* society: digging oneself a hole, jumping in, then climbing out to reach level ground, is somehow nobler than never having dug the hole in the first place. It’s no different than praising fat people who undergo laparoscopic adjustable gastric band surgery (or even those who use the more ethical and lasting diet-and-exercise method) to get to a normal size, while denying accolades to the conscientious people who never descended into gluttony in the first place. For example:

Chris Christie

“Looking good, Governor Christie! Have you lost weight?”

 

John Hickenlooper

“Better keep an eye on that waistline, Governor Hickenlooper. You don’t want to start getting fat.”

 

Presenting Debt Roundup, another in the inexhaustible yet exhausting parade of debt bloggers. At least this one isn’t also a mommy blogger. This entry reads like a paid post, or at least like a public relations firm’s latest press release on its exciting new client, an up-and-coming Minneapolis-based national retailer, and let’s see if you can guess which one:

 

Target owns my wallet and my soul

That’s right, you heard me.  I shop at Target more often than I care to admit. My wife and I both are owned by Target

 

Maybe they should sponsor this blog.  Hey Target, get in touch with me if you want a sweet sponsorship deal!!

 

Target has been our store of choice ever since we moved into our house 7 years ago.

 

We shop at Target at least once a week, but probably more. (Ed. note: You can’t shop at a store more often than “at least once a week”.)

 

I always advocate shopping with a list.  We do it at Target, but for some reason that list seems to get longer as we stroll through the aisles.  Usually I wouldn’t deviate from the list, but I just can’t help myself there.  I turn into (Ed. note: HACKNEYED METAPHOR AHEAD) a little kid in a candy store and just want to grab things and throw them in the cart.

 

I joined their Pharmacy Rewards program, we have a Target Red Card (debit, not credit), and we use their coupons all of the time.

 

The Target stores around us are clean and very efficient. One of the pharmacists even knows me by name

 

One of our biggest reasons why we shop there is because is (sic) saves us time.

 

We just cut and pasted almost the entire post, but what the author was getting at (we think) is that he likes to shop at Target. First of all, guys shouldn’t like to shop anywhere. Maybe Cabela’s or Bass Pro, but that’s it.

We should have made this a chapter in the book. Fetishizing going to a department store is about the saddest activity we’ve ever heard of, even worse than playing fantasy baseball. Our subject claims that he paid his $50,000 in debt off in 4 years, which seems incompatible with making multiple weekly visits to Target (and claiming to be unable to ever buy “just…one item.”)

Our threadbare but still critical motto is Buy Assets, Sell Liabilities. Of course, clothing and groceries are exceptions in that a) they’re never going to appreciate in value, and b) if you don’t buy them you’ll starve and/or freeze to death. Consider their purchase to be the price of staying alive. But again, what is the point of telling your readers that you like to shop? And that you like to do so at Target?

Those questions weren’t rhetorical. Here’s the self-confessional epilog added a couple days after the initial post, stock in trade for today’s sensitive man:

It was pointed out to me that I didn’t provide any teaching moment with this post.  While I originally just wrote it to show my human side and how I too am tempted to spend, I am here to help out others.  That being said, My wife and I need to learn how to deal with this Target issue.  We do plan on implementing a set number of trips in order to stave off the spending urge.

Jesus H, how about growing a pair? Exactly what at Target is so tempting? Ooh, Nate Berkus sheet sets! Our hero doesn’t mention a single specific item he buys at Target, thus lending credence to our paid-post theory.

Debt Roundup guy, we’re here to help others too. Many of the others that we’re trying to help don’t see it that way, but that’s their problem. We’re going to help you by telling you to act like an adult and stop buying stuff you can’t afford. (We’re assuming you can’t afford it, otherwise you wouldn’t have moaned about buying it in the first place.) But seriously, your strategy is to restrict yourself to a fixed number of Target visits? You just said so. Time for an old-fashioned debuttal:

  1. Bull. So we’re supposed to believe the following scenario is feasible in your household?”Honey, let’s go to Target.”

    “Sorry, we’ve already gone 6 times this month. You remember our agreement.”

    Counting the number of times you visit a store is symptomatic of a far deeper problem.

  2. Just like Earth Hour, Ramadan fasting, and No-Spend Wednesday, the result of such a stupid plan is obvious and inevitable. You’ll just end up piling up the grocery cart on your permitted visits.
  3. Stop patting yourself on the back. This isn’t “helping others.” You want to confess something, go find a priest.

Even with increased online taxes on the horizon (Thank you, U.S. Senate!), shopping on Amazon is superior in almost every way to shopping at Target. This isn’t an anti-Target screed, it’s an anti-retail screed. Heck, even the guy who runs Debt Roundup (his first name is “Grayson.” Of course it is) has retailers he dislikes. Or in the case of Walmart, even “hates.”

People who profess to hate Walmart always crack us up. The company sold $469 billion worth of merchandise last year. Someone must like it. But yes, pat yourself on the back for being so much more refined than the working-class slobs who patronize Walmart’s 9000 locations. We’re sure the Honey Nut Cheerios and Oral-B dental floss you buy at Target are superior to Walmart’s in every way.

Guys who enjoy shopping, we have no advice for you beyond gender reassignment surgery.

 

*Which is shorthand for “American and Canadian society.” It seems that the Mexicans, Greenlanders, and Saint-Pierrais/Miquelonnais whom we share a continent with don’t fall for that foolishness. 

April’s (Financial) Retard of the Month

No self-respecting straight man would go on camera looking like this. And fix your collar, Champ.

No self-respecting straight man would go on camera like this. Fix your collar, Champ.

We’ll lay it out for you unambiguously.

You come here to learn about finance, right? If we’re doing our jobs right, you want to get some lasting knowledge about how to get rich, or at least avoid being poor, while cutting through the contradictory and facile advice available elsewhere.

But we’re just a humble little website, run by a couple of people with nary a CPA designation nor a professional degree between us. Why not read the big players instead – Barron’s, Yahoo!, Dow Jones & Company? They have greater resources and research budgets than we do. They have far bigger reach. They’re headquartered in New York, Silicon Valley and New York respectively. We’re on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Why waste your time here?

Because the “financial journalists” at the online arms of the above are incompetent. They make stuff up as they go along, to get glazed eyeballs to read shocking and counterintuitive headlines.

MarketWatch is part of the Dow Jones family, which publishes The Wall Street Journal. Thus through the parent company of all these entities, News Corporation, MarketWatch is a sibling or at least a cousin to Fox Business Network.

The sallow chap at the top of the page is Quentin Fottrell; homosexual* Irishman, MarketWatch columnist and incompetent hack. Last week he wrote, was tasked to write, had an editor beseech him to write or in any case thought it was a good idea to put together a piece with this headline:

Buy stocks when men buy socks. Socks and underwear sales may be an economic bellwether

We’ll give him a pass on the headline, because someone else probably wrote it, but the article itself is just as bad. It’s hard to pick representative quotes from the piece because it’s pretty uniform and fungible, but we’ll try:

American men’s apparel sales remained relatively flat in 2012, rising just 1%… The exceptions were the two garments some men continue to wear even after they’re falling apart: underwear, up 13%, and socks, up 12%. “Men are updating the basics of their wardrobe,” says Marshal Cohen, chief industry analyst at NPD.

If you want to get quoted by a rotten journalist, develop a flair for wordiness and grandiosity. All this time you thought you were buying socks, when in point of fact you were updating the basics of your wardrobe. One more thing. It wouldn’t be journalism without some perverse and unwarranted speculation:

And that may be a positive sign for consumer spending overall.

Because as socks and underwear spending goes, so goes the economy? That’s the kind of chaotic allegation that’s almost too easy to disprove. The idiot author himself, 4 lines earlier, stated that the (alleged very alleged) sock-and-underwear uptick isn’t even enough to stimulate spending in the clothing sector, let alone make a perceptible difference in the economy at large.

Okay, we’ve got

  • baseless allegation
  • overblown quote

What’s next? Of course. Obligatory academic, one with enough time to answer a media request because her field of study isn’t what you’d call intellectually demanding:

“Some men’s underwear may be so worn out that they have no choice but to replace it — or to go commando,” says Vicki Morwitz, a professor of marketing at New York University. “For men who don’t care so much about underwear, during lean times, they probably made do with what they had.”

Now another quote, this one from a sad little attorney who created a vanity website during the Clinton Administration and hasn’t updated its look since:

“With the economy improving, it must be the right time for men to get rid of all that holey underwear,” says Edgar Dworsky, founder of ConsumerWorld.org.

That looks like fun! Mind if we try?

“With Hanes selling briefs for a dollar-freaking-42 apiece, men will replace their underwear regardless of national economic conditions. Also, everyone who contributed to this embarrassment of an article deserved to have Kermit Gosnell stick a scalpel in their spinal cords and twist,” says Greg McFarlane, founder of ControlYourCash.com.

If you think the connection between underwear sales and gross domestic product is tenuous, wait till you see what Quentin Fottrell’s next argument is. He thinks, or writes as if he thinks, that increased underwear sales lead to…more men buying memberships at dating sites. Because they feel confident in their new boxer briefs. We’re not joking:

“When men start to gain confidence, they do go out more and date more,” says Z. John Zhang, professor of marketing at The Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania. Romantic entanglements — as measured by online dating sites — have indeed seen an increase. The industry is now worth about $1.2 billion, up 4% from a year ago, according to research firm IbisWorld.

It’s a double-fecal column! Two marketing professor quotes, and dubious data points from two research firms! Unfortunately Fottrell stops before trying to determine how much of that 4% is attributable to the original phenomenon, men putting something between their skin and their pants.

Will Fottrell take this to a third level of absurdity? How about…another sign of economic recovery is that spending on divorce lawyers is up by (arbitrary percentage) because of wives catching their newly confident and securely boxered husbands on AshleyMadison.com? Does that work?

Now yet another brainless quote (the last one, we swear) from another quasi-intellectual:

Many men made undergarment purchases at off-price retailers and online, while fewer shopped at national chains…[This is] still a good sign, says consumer psychologist Adam Ferrier. “Post-recession, we are told the economy is improving and that people are spending again,” he says. “The first to go — items like men’s underwear — is often the first back on the shopping list.”

The first to go? Men stopped buying underwear, and now they’re collectively finding the $10 for a 7-pack that they couldn’t afford before? Fottrell can’t be dumb enough to believe his own lies. He just can’t. The entire purpose of this article was an excuse to show pictures of shirtless models and stock photos of men’s nether regions covered by novelty briefs with lipstick impressions on them. (We told you Fottrell’s homosexuality was relevant.)

“It doesn’t hurt for men to see ads with David Beckham, Mario Lopez and Tim Tebow,” Morwtiz (sic) says.

She’s got a point. If a 90%-naked pro athlete doesn’t motivate people to buy, nothing will:

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There’s more. There’s always more:

[R]ecent studies suggest men are more likely to buy eye gel, moisturizer, and other “metrosexual” products online.

Oh, for God’s sake. You’re already out of the closet, Quentin. What else is there? Spare us the residual anger directed at your father for forcing you to take boxing lessons while your more liberally parented friends were learning how to stepdance in the adjacent studio. Write Dad a letter instead.

As always, there’s a lesson to be learned here. Folks, do yourselves a favor and stay the hell away from the financial media. You will learn nothing, and that’s on a good day. On a bad day you’ll have your precious time wasted by trash like this. Underwear as economic stimulus. Good God. Just learn a few fundamentals. Buy assets, sell liabilities, look at each transaction from the other party’s perspective, don’t incur student loan debt, eliminate rather than tone down your money-sucking bad habits, and buy our book. Was that so hard?

 

*Relevant because he talks about it a lot and uses it as his stock-in-trade. We wouldn’t mention Matthew Berry without referring to him as a fantasy sports dork. This is the same thing. People who define themselves by their unconventional sexual predispositions are no more sufferable than people who can’t shut up about their imaginary baseball teams.