Why Google Makes Me So Hungry
I would rather chew off my very own right forearm, than buy a share of Google. And I’m right handed too. That’s right, I would rather look up smiling that uniquely red, sinew strung grin, and proclaim to all within ear shot that as quite clearly was evidenced by the horrific sight that could be viewed by all within eyesight, I had in fact mustered up that necessary muster and channeled my hatred for that awful wretch of a stock into my very own meat below my elbow.
Oh, were you expecting an analysis of Google’s financials? You see, that’s the problem. I don’t, nor does anyone need to talk about their financials. That game is long since done. Stop looking at my arm. Really, it doesn’t hurt.
We could ask whether or not they will continue to experience exponential growth in profitability. They no doubt will. Forever. Uh-huh, I swear. Or, we could ask whether or not they will continue to add more and more valuable services to their repertoire. Oh, I forgot, they already bought them all. But have you seen what their price has done? Man, like, if we had bought a share of that way back then—can you imagine? Yes, I can imagine many things. Like arm-eating.
That (the imaginings not the cannibalism) is exactly what I dislike so much. Anyone who really wants to get in now, wants to for only one reason. They missed the boat and want to take the trip too. The good news for those who did make the trip is that in the stock market, in one sense, no one has to really miss the boat altogether. They can always buy a stock. And they will. And those who do will pay for the next good trip for those who made the first good trip.
Meanwhile, me and the rest of the uni-plegics out there are off to find a better boat.