by Stephen P. Pizzo
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Hi, Chicken Little here again. But relax. The sky isn’t falling — but it appears to be fixin’ to. What makes me think so? Well that commie rag, The Wall Street Journal told me so. How so?
Take Thursdays edition. I cut out headlines from stories in just that one edition. Here they are.
The stories themselves told a tale that we’ve discussed here for months. America and Americans have switched from being net creditors (money lenders) to net debtors (credit junkies.) And not just American Yuppies hooked on credit cards and home equity loans. No siree. Corporate America, the folks who got Americans hooked on living beyond their means fell for their own line and started doing so themselves.
When consumers do that it’s called “consumer spending,” – and no one ever seems to link it to “consumer earning.” Because if they did it would expose the fact that, as an economic model fueling an economy on borrowed money isn’t sustainable — it wasn’t, isn’t and won’t be.
There are two kinds of corporate debt, the good kind and the bad kind. The good kind of debt is used to expand operations to meet growing demand. That’s called “capital investment.” The bad kind is when companies borrow enormous sums of money simply to buy up other existing companies in what called “leveraged buyouts,” or LBOs. The leveraged part means they used very little, if any, of their own money borrowing the money instead from always eager commercial bankers.
By now you might be wondering why commercial bankers have been so eager to shell out money to a bmuch of debt-burdened corporate bororwers. Simple, they don’t care if the deal makes or breaks the borrowing company, because they — the bankers — won’t be anywhere around when any possible shit hits the fan. First, they collect fat loan fees for financing the deal. Then they carve the loans up into increasingly exotic pieces — (tranches). They package these bits and pieces up and sell on Wall Street to investors seeking higher yields than they can get from much safer US treasuries.
For example, an investor might want to buy just the interest portion of those loans in what is now a CBO (collateralized bond obligation). Or an investor’s needs might cause them to be attracted to the discounted principle tranche.
(Of all these tranches my favorite is the one called a “reverse floater.” Don’t believe me? Click the link and see for yourself. But there’s no way I’d invest my hard-earned money into a investment that sounds like something that refuses to go down when I flush my toilet.)
But I digress.
The bottom line here is that, just as over-extended consumers are cutting back on spending (with borrowed money) those CBO-buying investors are now worried that the leverage buyout boom is running out of steam… or suckers. Even those take-the-money-and-run commercial bankers are getting nervous. After all, many of those tranche-buying investors have gotten stinking rich off the LBO bubble, meaning they have enough money to hire the best lawyers in the world to sue the green eye shades off their bankers for sticking them with bits and pieces of defaulted loans. (I can’t wait to see how they’re going to put all those Humpty Dumpty loan pieces back together. “Hey, you’re standing on my reverse floater.” “Am not.” “Oh yeah, then what’s that on your shoe?” “Ewwwww.”)
Meanwhile to gap between the majority of us and the super-rich has grown so wide we can barely see the outlines of the McMansions on the other side. Believe me, it’s not jealousy that fuels my concern over that fact. Since the kids grew up and moved away my wife and I rattle around in our modest ranch-style home like two beans in an otherwise empty rattle. We lust not for anything larger.
No, my concern comes from a visceral feeling that money serves the same purpose in keeping an economy healthy as blood does our body. If too much blood goes to, say the head, leaving too little to bring oxygen to, say the legs, someone going to end up in a wheel chair, or worse.
Oh sure, I’m having a bit of fun with all this because I’m a pretty boring investor. Hell, one look at my asset mix and you’d think my middle name was Lenin. Risk-wise I’m downright unAmerican. I have no credit card debt, no auto or home loan debt and my investments are comprised entirely of things with names than any 19th century accountant would recognize at first glance.
Which, after reading my Wall Street Journal these days, allows me to sleep like a log at night. I don’t like giving investment advice because I am wrong at least half the time. (I told all my friends to sell Apple stock back in 1998 because — I prognosticated — the company had no future.)
Still, if I my assets were heavily weighted in stocks right now, I would begin slowly backing towards the exit with the goal of being out by no later than this October. Who knows, I might be right this time. (Hey, even a broken clock is right twice a day.)
Safety Sadie Says:
Shopping at Wal*Mart May be Harmful to Your Health (or Life)
Wal-Mart made it’s trillion-dollar bones by buying cheap stuff from China and selling it cheap in their stores.
Most (70%) of Wal-Mart’s Products Are Produced in China
WAL-MART’S INVENTORY OF STOCK PRODUCED IN CHINA TO REACH $18 BILLION
JIANG JINGLING, CHINA BUSINESS WEEKLY
The world’s largest retailer, Wal-Mart Stores Inc, says its inventory of stock produced in China is expected to hit US$18 billion this year, keeping the annual growth rate of over 20% consistent over two years.
That’s the Ying of the story. Now here’s the Yang.
Fully 60% of product and food recalls this year were products from China.
The first clue something might be amiss came when tabby cats started dropping like flies. Then dogs followed. The problem turned out to be industrial plastic-making chemicals put in Chinese produced pet food as filler. The result was kidney failure, and death. (Please, no puns about Woking the dog — and shame on you for thinking about it.)
Next it was wood children’s choo choo trains painted with bright, delicoius-looking red paint containing high levels of lead. If someone had not caught it ten years from now we might see headlines blaring;
“Why Doesn’t Johnnie Know His Own Name? Why Does Jane Just Rock a Corner All Day?”
Then came toothpaste with a special ingredient only Eskimos could love… anti-freeze. Then it was tires that tend to fly apart at speeds just above those posted around school zones.
Now it’s Chinese farm-raised fish, bulked up with the kinds of restricted drugs that would send Barry Bonds to the slammer — and may yet. (Just how this one was caught by US inspectors isn’t yet c lear, but it apparently started when a junior inspector asked if it was normal for dead fish to have shit-eating grins on their faces.)
So, if you insist on continuing to shop at Wal-Mart you might want to call your insurer and bump your life insurance up a a few notches. Your kids will thank you — if they remember who you were.
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