Dividends and Disappointment

The matter of Berkshire Hathaway’s continued existence, now without its founder at the helm, is a curious one. One imagines the machinery continues to turn, driven by inertia and the faint hope of replicating past successes. It’s a comfort, perhaps, to seek out investments that bear a passing resemblance to those favored by the departed captain – a strong position, a regular distribution of funds. One clings to these things. Two stocks within that portfolio – Coca-Cola and Visa – offer a certain… predictability. Though predictability, one finds, is often merely the illusion of control.

Coca-Cola

Coca-Cola. Decades within the Hathaway holdings. It’s a long marriage, isn’t it? And like many long marriages, one suspects it’s more about habit than passion. The business itself is… straightforward. Sugared water, largely. Easy enough to grasp, even for those of us increasingly adrift in complexity. They sell a great deal of it. And people continue to buy it, despite the pronouncements of health experts and the availability of… alternatives. One wonders if habit is the most powerful force in the universe.

The brand, of course, is formidable. A logo recognized in every corner of the globe. A symbol of… something. Perhaps simply the comfort of familiarity. They expend considerable effort ensuring it remains so. And beyond the flagship beverage, they own a multitude of others, covering every conceivable thirst. A sprawling empire built on refreshment. Or, one might say, on a carefully cultivated desire.

They adapt, naturally. New flavors, new packaging, a constant tweaking of the formula to appease the ever-changing whims of the consumer. It’s a Sisyphean task, really. But they persevere. And in times of economic uncertainty – a condition that seems increasingly permanent – people tend to gravitate towards the familiar, the reliable. A small comfort, perhaps, in a world that offers so little.

And the dividends. Sixty-three consecutive years of increases. A record, they proclaim. A testament to stability. One suspects it’s simply a matter of inertia, again. A ritual performed to reassure investors, and perhaps, themselves. With a thousand dollars, one can acquire twelve shares. A modest sum, but enough to participate in the grand illusion, at least for a time.

Visa

Visa. The facilitation of transactions. A necessary evil, one might say. They profit from the exchange of value, taking a small percentage of each transaction. A tidy business, certainly. And one that has benefited greatly from the decline of cash. Progress, they call it. One wonders what has been lost in the transition.

They, too, possess a moat. A network effect, they term it. The more people use their cards, the more valuable the network becomes. A self-reinforcing cycle. It’s an elegant system, in its way. And remarkably efficient at extracting wealth. The more we consume, the more they profit. A subtle symbiosis, perhaps. Or a quiet exploitation.

They will continue to benefit from the growth of e-commerce, naturally. And from the increasing digitization of our lives. The world is becoming more connected, more efficient, more… transactional. And Visa will be there to facilitate it all. Three shares can be acquired for a thousand dollars. A small stake in the future. Or, perhaps, in the inevitable march of progress.

Their dividend has increased by a considerable percentage over the past decade. A testament to their profitability. A reward for their shareholders. One imagines the cycle will continue. The money flows, the numbers rise, and the world spins on. It’s a comforting thought, in its way. Though one suspects, ultimately, it means very little.

2026-03-04 14:33

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