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So, Stanich, bless their little accounting hearts, decided 235,868 shares of SUSC weren’t tickling their fancy anymore. Gone! Poof! Like a magician’s assistant. That translates to $5.56 million, calculated with the precision of a Swiss watch… or maybe a slightly dented abacus. The fund itself took a $5.56 million hit. Trading and price effects, the whole shebang. It’s like watching a perfectly good pastrami on rye get dropped face-down in a bowl of borscht. A tragedy, I tell you, a tragedy!

Let us not mistake this movement for simple volatility. It is a symptom, a grim reflection of the shifting sands beneath our feet. The narratives surrounding Bitcoin – the escape from fiat currency, the hedge against inflation, the future of finance – they ring hollow when faced with the cold reality of market forces. It’s a complicated dance, this one, and the music seems to favor those with the deepest pockets.

The company possesses the capacity, it is stated, to sustain this… generosity. Ample fuel, they claim, for continued augmentation. This phrase, “ample fuel,” is particularly unsettling. It suggests a limitless reservoir, an inexhaustible source, yet implies a perpetual need for replenishment. A circular logic, endlessly repeating itself. The proposition is presented as advantageous for those seeking income, but one wonders if the income isn’t merely a diversion, a small payment to maintain one’s position within the larger, incomprehensible mechanism.

Rocket Lab, you see, is in the business of rockets. Not the sort one associates with roaring bonfires and a general air of explosive drama, but rather reusable orbital rockets. A far more sensible arrangement, don’t you think? They’ve already managed to launch their flagship, the Electron rocket, a remarkably reliable contraption, some 81 times, depositing over 248 satellites into the rather spacious expanse of low Earth orbit. Quite a record, and they’ve been steadily increasing the frequency – 6 launches in 2021, 9 in 2022, 10 in 2023, a brisk 16 in 2024, and a positively energetic 21 planned for 2025. The fellows are clearly getting the hang of it.

The exchange-traded fund, that curious instrument of modern finance, offers a semblance of control, a fragile shield against the chaos. A paltry expense ratio, less than the cost of a decent cup of coffee, in exchange for a piece of this grand, speculative dance. It is a bargain, perhaps, or merely a subtle form of self-deception. But the lure is strong, and for those with a thousand dollars to spare, the temptation to participate is… understandable.

It seems counterintuitive, I grant you, to invest in something determinedly refusing to appreciate. One rather expects a bit of spirited growth, doesn’t one? But these coins offer a certain…convenience. Holding funds without the tedious involvement of a bank, for instance. And the promise of marginally superior returns than one receives from a building society. Though, naturally, one must always approach such promises with a healthy dose of skepticism. It’s rarely a free lunch, you know.

Remember the hype? Early in the decade, everyone was tripping over themselves to get a piece of the cannabis boom. Regulatory progress! A golden age of green! Canopy Growth, positioned as a Canadian kingpin, even snagged a partnership with Constellation Brands, the beer behemoths. SOUNDED good, didn’t it? Like a foolproof plan. But somewhere along the line, the dream turned into a nightmare. A shimmering mirage in the desert of bad investments.

Now, you investors, you lovely, eager beavers, are looking for high-yield stocks. Good for you! I approve. And I, your humble guide through the swirling mists of the market, have two for you. Two titans. Two…well, they drill holes in the ground. But they do it profitably. Behold, ConocoPhillips and Kinder Morgan! They’re not exactly the Flying Circus, but they’ll add a jolt to your passive income stream. A jolt, I tell you!