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Privatization of Social Security
A blogger I read had brought this topic up and I thought it was an interesting idea. At one point in time, Bush had mentioned that he believes anyone can beat the current 2% rate given by the Federal Social Security Fund. Now this may not be entirely fair, but I think it's worth taking his approach to task on the current market over the last 4 years:
On January 22, 2000, the Dow Jones closed at 10,578.24. At present we see it at 10,011.92.
Let's take a look at the tech-heavy NASDAQ during Bush's 4 years: the first day he was in office it closed at 2,757.91 and today it closed at 1,952.18 -- a fairly precipitous drop, I'd say. I also don't think we can sit here and give anymore excuses -- we've had nearly four years to catch up after the "internet bubble" popped -- remember NASDAQ was up over 5,000 for a time and the bubble had long burst. I also agree that we can't continue to use 9-11 as an excuse, either -- within weeks the market had recovered most of the sudden losses, but then gradually lost ground.
How 'bout the S&P 500? Jan. 22, 2001 - closed at 1,342.90. Today it's currently at 1,117.93.
Funny, after all the job cuts the companies of the DJIA and NASDAQ have made in the name of shoring up their stock prices, you'd think they could have done better than two percent gains as well. And you'd think that this president's economic policies, with all the tax cuts and cost-shifting on to workers, we'd do better than two percent. It 's a fact -- the DJIA and NASDAQ have lost value during this president's tenure, at least so far.
So if there's a flaw in my argument, I welcome any economic-savy minded individual to point it out. But my central argument is this - would we really want an average joe, like myself, who knows only a tad bit on the economy and the trade market, to be putting my retirement money into such a volatile place as Wall Street, given what I've seen with the market with Bush in the office over the last 4 years?
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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