| By Bill Bonner, Chairman, Bonner & Partners Old Greenspan was not dead. Not dead as a doornail, nor dead as a door knocker. Not even as dead as a laptop computer after the power goes out – not even John Maynard Keynes is that dead. Not even God himself… but that is another story. Nothing is as dead as a computer without power. For even a nail continues to provide good service after the spark of life has gone out of it. But Alan Greenspan? The Fed chief was still alive. Not only that, he still had the power to flood the economy with cash… and lift stock prices. | Recommended Link | | Why Is John Boehner So Darn Rich? There’s no denying the former Speaker of the House is filthy rich. His current net worth is estimated at $5 million. But he could soon become even richer. All thanks to a massive bet he’s made in the legal cannabis market. | | | -- | And Ebenezer knew it. He had seen him on television not long ago. The old Randite jazzman had said as much. Ebenezer could remember his exact words: “The Committee will continue to monitor closely the evolving economic situation.” It sounded like mumbo-jumbo. But Ebenezer knew what it meant. Of course, there were some – such as his old associate Bob – who said that Greenspan couldn’t do it… that merely reducing interest rates wouldn’t work. But what did they know? “Bah,” said Ebenezer to himself, “Humbug.” “What reason is there to worry?” he asked no one in particular. “If I could work my will, I would have every idiot who goes about with ‘recession’ on his breath forced to watch Wall Street Week and read the editorial pages of the International Herald Tribune.” His musing to himself was interrupted by the entrance of two gentlemen, who introduced themselves quickly and proceeded to divulge the purpose of their visit. “We thought that, given the spirit of the Christmas season,” said the leader of the two, “perhaps you could spare a farthing for the poor, the destitute, and the needy.” “Many people,” added the second, “… the poor unfortunates invested their money in dot-com stocks… or the Big Techs. These people need our help.” “Need our help?” questioned Ebenezer. “Are there no mutual funds?” “Well, of course…” the first began to reply. “And do they not accept small amounts?” demanded Ebenezer. “Yes… but…” replied the second before being interrupted. “And has not the bull market been a fact of life for nearly two decades? And hasn’t every dip turned into a buying opportunity?” “Well, yes…” “And has it not been shouted from every newspaper headline… every news report… every internet chat room… and every conversation between even the most casual passers-by at even the most ill-informed and down-market drinking establishment in the most remote and out-of-touch region of the country? “Doesn’t everyone who is capable of long division now realize,” continued Ebenezer, raising his voice, “that nothing beats investing in stocks over the long run?” “Yes, we are aware…” “Oh! Good. I was afraid that something might have happened…” Then, misinterpreting the ensuing silence for approval, the second gentleman ventured, “Well, in this great time of trial, how much would you like us to put you down for?” “My only wish is to be left alone so that I may continue to enjoy the fruits of the greatest episode of wealth creation in history,” replied Ebenezer. “Stocks may be down, but so much the better. I take it as an opportunity to buy more of them for less money… and I suggest that others do the same. Good day, gentlemen.” And Ebenezer turned and walked away, muttering, “A poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket…” | Recommended Link | | Massive disruption in Washington, lawmakers freaking out A new, competing financial system is taking root… This could be the biggest disruption to the U.S. dollar average Americans have seen in a century… And the technology behind it will change the world in ways you can’t imagine. | | | -- | That evening, Ebenezer slept poorly under the fullest moon in more than a century. He had seen Alan Greenspan’s face in his door knocker. An odd sensation, for Greenspan’s face was hardly one that he expected or hoped for. But there it was… for a fleeting moment, at least. And now, after finally achieving the sleep he longed for, his sleep was suddenly interrupted by the sound of ringing bells. Yes, bells. The kind of bells they fail to ring at the top of a bull market. But why now… clanging like chains in the middle of the night? The door to his bedroom blew open… and the clanging sounds seemed to mount the stairs. “Humbug,” he thought. “I won’t believe it. The bears have been hearing ringing in their ears for years. The poor fools. ‘Recession… bear markets… crashes…’ And now they’re at it again… more convinced than ever. Ha!” His color changed, though, when, without a pause, something came in through the heavy door and passed into the room before his eyes. The face: It was the same face he had seen on the door knocker earlier in the evening. And on the television a few weeks ago. It was the face of Alan Greenspan, the Fed chief. His body was transparent, ghostly. But there was the source of the clanging. For the spectral figure was wrapped up in chains, to which were attached various metals – gold, copper, silver… both coins and nuggets, all clattering and banging against one another. Ebenezer had heard it said that Greenspan lacked guts. But there they were. In this ghostly form, Ebenezer could see all of him, inside and out. It was as strange as it was unappealing. “Who are you?” asked Ebenezer, his voice cold and caustic. “Ask me who I could be,” replied the phantom. “Okay… Who might you be?” “That is a different question,” said the spectre, “but I will answer it anyway. I have no time for word games. I am the spirit of Alan Greenspan…” “I thought so…” whispered Ebenezer. “…and it is required of every man that he walk among men…” “But you are not even dead yet,” protested the old man. “I would know if you were dead… I would have read about it in the paper…” And then, after a pause… “What are these chains you wear?” “They are the chains you forge for yourself. But instead of gold and silver, yours are laden with computer terminals, stock certificates, portfolio statements, the New Era… and Global Crossing… You will be fettered not just for your life, but for eternity. And they grow heavier with each passing month. Unless, that is, you heed the ringing of these chains… “I am here tonight to warn you,” the ghost went on, “that you may have a chance of escaping your fate. Rise and walk with me.” “I am mortal…” “No need to apologize,” said the ghost. “Here, look… Christmas Past: 1980.” Ebenezer could see for himself. There before him was the face of another Fed chief. It was Paul Volcker himself. And there, what was that? A crowd of people were burning him in effigy. But why? Then, Ebenezer began to recall what that Christmas was really like: Inflation, measured by the CPI, rose to 13% that year. Volcker’s job was to reduce that figure. He did so. But it was not fun for anyone – except short sellers. The Dow fell 24% after Volcker held his famous Saturday press conference and announced a change of direction. It took people a while to realize that Volcker, unlike previous Fed chiefs, meant what he said. Volcker threw out the WIN buttons and targeted reserve requirements. Interest rates soared. Twenty-year Treasury bonds yielded 15%. The prime rate hit 21.5%. Homebuilders and farmers – and perhaps some Wall Street brokerage houses – threatened his life. The Dow fell to 776. Adjusted for inflation, a generation of capital growth was wiped out. But not everyone was hurt. Investors who bet heavily on gold stocks, oil, and collectibles did well – at least until Volcker’s purposes began to be realized. Ebenezer recalled the wild predictions of 1980: Oil would go to $100 a barrel Inflation would be at least 6% – forever Gold would rise through the end of the century Bonds were “certificates of guaranteed confiscation” -
Stocks were dead (a death that was confirmed by BusinessWeek on August 13, 1979 – the very bottom) The whole key to investing was to avoid risk “Let us look a little further,” said the ghost. And with that, Ebenezer saw a new scene. In this one, he saw himself. But it was not himself as he was now… but as he had been. There was the young Ebenezer, full of enthusiasm and eagerness to make his fortune. He had plenty of hair, too. And look, you could see the muscles bulging beneath his polyester shirt. “These are but shadows of the things that have been,” said the ghost. And there he was, the young Ebenezer, standing alone and neglected at a Christmas party several years after Paul Volcker had taken charge of the Fed. He looked quite sad… but Ebenezer knew at once why. “I won’t make that mistake again,” said the young investor to himself. “What mistake had he made?” asked the ghost of his guest. “Why does he reproach himself?” Ebenezer made no reply. Tomorrow: The Ghost of Christmas Present. Regards, Bill Like what you’re reading? Send your thoughts to feedback@bonnerandpartners.com. IN CASE YOU MISSED IT… This weird painting hides a trillion-dollar secret (can you spot it?) It looks like a painting you might see at the Metropolitan Museum of Art… or the Louvre. But the “artist” who created this portrait is not a name you’d recognize. That’s because it isn’t a human at all. It is an AI “robot.” And the technology behind it is growing at an incredible pace. More than 75 billion devices worldwide could access it by 2025. And according to PricewaterhouseCoopers, more than $15 trillion in wealth is up for grabs. That means you need to know the right stocks to buy now. Silicon Valley angel investor Jeff Brown has three companies at the top of his list. He predicts these three companies could one day be worth 15x more than Apple. Jeff spells it out for you right here. | 
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