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Gentlemen: Start your scooters
Rocky notes that Legendary Physicist Stephen Hawking reportedly is “up in arms” over a new EU tax on scooters for the disabled.
The new 10% import tax (perhaps to protect the burgeoning domestic scooter industry) was devised by a little known sub-bureaucracy (the “World Customs Organization.”) The WCO places scooters in the same tax classification as Formula 1 race cars.
Previously, the UK exempted equipment for disabled people from tax.
The USA fortunately rejected the World Customs Organization’s absurd analysis — which means that handicappers at the next Indy 500 can expect that race to proceed at Formula 1 speed, and not at the pace of a motorized scooter.
For the full story, click [here].
The Swap Spread Mambo
It’s a quiet night in the markets, so Rocky’s tappin’ his toe to the “The Swap Spread Mambo.”
(His only regret is that the author didn’t use the Chiquita Banana Song.)
Click and enjoy!
The Rat Pack returns to Vegas (and Wall Street)
Seeking wisdom and insights, Rocky will interview some dirty rats behind his town garbage dump this evening.
Cambridge University researchers have discovered that rats are skilled gamblers — and successfully play the odds in a casino. The researchers conclude that the “average” rat may be a better speculator than Rocky!
For a laymen’s discussion of the “rodent revelation,” click [here].
To read the article at the Journal of Neuropsychopharmacology (spelling checker just crashed), click [here]. (Subscription required.)
Blind squirrels, nuts and investing
Rocky often vacations at Lake Wobegon, where “all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average.” For tax deductibility, he spends a portion of his trip recruiting young traders from the shores. Last year, he recruited Sue, a man who sadly lost an eye and a leg in a golfing accident, but whose eye for investment value remained intact.
This morning, Sue hobbled across the office, tripped on an empty Coke can, and handed Rocky a new paper from Eugene Fama, a father of the Random Walk theory of stock prices. The paper posits that NO investors have skill that enhances expected returns. It’s all about luck, and the fact that even blind squirrels find nuts.
Rocky thanked Sue for bringing Fama’s article to his attention, and noted that he’d rather be lucky than smart. (And as the saying goes, “the harder you work, the luckier you get.)
Click [here] to read the full paper.
Here is the abstract:
The aggregate portfolio of U.S. equity mutual funds is close to the market portfolio, but the high costs of active management show up intact as lower returns to investors. Bootstrap simulations produce no evidence that any managers have enough skill to cover the costs they impose on investors. If we add back costs, there is some evidence of inferior and superior performance (non-zero true alpha) in the extreme tails of the cross section of mutual fund alpha estimates. The evidence for performance is, however, weak, especially for successful funds, and we cannot reject the hypothesis that NO fund managers have skill that enhances expected returns.
Tim Geithner’s Throne (and more)
A wise man once said, “You can judge a man by the company he keeps.” Rocky finds this platitude unsatisfying. Rocky also wants to see the man’s “abode.” Oops, typo. Make that “commode.”
Secretary of the Treasury Tim Geither continues to (unsuccesfully) market his New York suburban home. The listing is now on Zillow. Click here for details and pictures.
Mindful that former Federal Reserve Chairman said that he did his best thinking in the bathtub, the world can now see the room [click here] in which Secretary Geithner dreamed up the TARP. The computer on which he botched his income taxe return [click here.] And most importantly, the room to which he fled, when he learned that Lehman filed for bankruptcy [click here.]
While Mrs. Geithner sits by the phone waiting for a call from the producers at MTV Cribs and House Hunters, Trophy Wife asks, “What’s with those blue bathroom tiles anyway?”


Savoring a first cup of coffee while browsing the day’s headlines is an early morning ritual for many folks.