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It began, as these things often do, with a man named Sam Walton. A fellow who, judging by the historical record, possessed a singular talent for convincing people they needed things they hadn’t previously considered. In 1970, he unleashed his creation upon the world, asking a mere $16.50 for a share in the unfolding spectacle. A pittance, really. Though, at the time, most sensible individuals were likely preoccupied with slightly more pressing concerns – like, say, avoiding the creeping dread of existence.

The air is thick with optimism, naturally. Mr. Musk, ever the theatrical visionary, speaks of robotaxis descending upon our streets with the swiftness of a summer storm. A fleet of automated chariots, whisking us away from the mundane realities of traffic and parking. It’s a seductive vision, isn’t it? One that conveniently overlooks the rather substantial technical hurdles and regulatory nightmares that lie ahead. But who are we to question the pronouncements of a modern-day Prometheus?

They speak of a manufacturing report, a momentary surge in activity, and the optimistic pronouncements of Old Dominion Freight Lines. But such external validations are mere distractions, whispers in the face of the fundamental uncertainties that plague us all. XPO’s own recent results—revenue up 5%, yield increasing even as tonnage declines—are, admittedly,…intriguing. A company managing to extract more value from less substance. Is this efficiency, or a subtle form of deception?

Shares in the membership-based wholesale retailer have, defying gravity and common sense, risen about 15% this year. Investors, it seems, are beginning to appreciate a business that reliably sells stuff, regardless of whether the world is ending, starting, or simply having a particularly grumpy Tuesday. The combination of low prices, a membership fee (essentially a small annual tribute to the gods of bulk purchasing), and the relentless demand for everyday essentials – the stuff that keeps civilisation from collapsing into a heap of unpaid bills – is a potent brew. It’s the sort of business that thrives when everyone else is panicking about the price of digital sheep².

The planned investment of $175 to $185 billion in capital projects this year – double the previous year’s outlay – is not a testament to visionary leadership, but a recognition of necessity. It is a tacit admission that, despite considerable resources, Alphabet remains reliant on external suppliers for the core infrastructure of its artificial intelligence ambitions. The sheer scale of this expenditure, while presented as progress, carries inherent risks, a fact conveniently downplayed in official pronouncements.

The prudent investor, one accustomed to the solid weight of established enterprises, would be well advised to observe TRX Gold from a distance. It remains, at its core, a diminutive concern, trading at a price that speaks of considerable risk. Its market capitalization, a mere half-billion dollars, pales in comparison to the titans of the industry, such as Barrick Mining, whose scale dwarfs it with a valuation approaching eighty billion. One might compare it to a fledgling attempting to soar alongside eagles; an admirable ambition, perhaps, but fraught with peril.

Yet, let us not mistake a temporary stumble for a fatal decline. The company, far from languishing, continues to amass wealth with a vigor that would impress even the most avaricious of misers. Recent reports reveal a robust surge in revenue, accompanied by a corresponding increase in operating income. Indeed, Microsoft invests heavily in cloud computing and AI, a commendable ambition, though one wonders if such boundless expenditure is not akin to feeding a bottomless pit.