Aside from dashed hopes and magically evaporating nest eggs (we’ve all lost money), the bust brings with it plenty of joy, some of it schadenfreude, but some of it just pure, untainted delight. It’s the elation that comes with truth and honesty, the happiness that the father of the prodigal son felt when his son came crawling back, the relief that the wife of a wayward husband feels when his fling is finally flung, the sublime expectation of a new beginning that comes when the sinner sincerely repents. Ah, the truth, unvarnished by layers upon layers of Fed-created credit! Truly, … Continue reading I Love the Bust