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I'm buying TSLA with credit card debt, is that bad?



(0% interest for first 18 months)
Been there, done that. Worked, but took a long time to turn green. As long as you can handle the CC payments, you'll be okish.
To reduce balance transfer fees, you can shift all your spending to the card, freeing up your cash for stock.
To really stick your neck out, also enable margin on your trading account. 150% of money that's not yours....
 
Affordable to whom? I could afford my Model S, and it's large enough for me, goes wicked quick, and looks amazingly beautiful, none of which are hallmarks of BYD. In this instance, "affordable" translates to "cheap". If people didn't waste their money on things they don't need, and there is a long list of things in that category, they could "afford" more things that have actual value.

I know a bunch of people who own Prii, and having owned one myself I know that they paid as much or more for their car than my wife spent on her 3.
 
Another clueless person criticizing Elon Musk for his space endeavours while forgetting that he started the EV revolution and opened up prize money for the most effective carbon capture technolog.

Prince William: Saving Earth should come before space tourism - BBC News
As you say, irrelevant. Interesting that he is willing to speak up at all now, after his own scandals have subsided a bit.
But actually totally off-topic, right? Might as well grow vegetable chicken like his HRH Dad.
 
What do us vegans get?

Try this.. pretty tasty. Vancouver company.

They even use a corn based packaging to package their food called "Green Cell foam that dissolves in your sink, and is fully compostable"

 
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Try this.. pretty tasty. Vancouver company.

They even use a corn based packaging to package their food called "Green Cell foam that dissolves in your sink, and is fully compostable"

What about vegan and gluten/ soy free?
 
From the President of the Thai Hotels Association:

"700,000 overseas visitors are expected this year and 10 million in 2022, compared to nearly 40 million in 2019"

and

"50% of the hotels are closed temporarily and about 50% of the staff have left the industry"

 
After all we have been through as shareholders, I don't know why people would want to unnecessarily imperil the company by reciting poetry. They should just quote candyman in the mirror or watch the ring video.
Okay. Bring out your voodoo dolls and your angry curse words. Your superstitions. Go ahead. I'm just going to say it. After all these years and the trials and tribulations we've been through together, I think we've reached the tipping point where even POETRY will not stop us. In fact, poetry will back us up and lead our charge!
As a life long artist (yes, I made my living from my artwork- and earned my license- go ahead and laugh) turned investor, and having run the gauntlet with so many of you, I hereby say to you all; Bring on the Poetry! Oh my dear friends, I've waited so long for this. Go ahead; try and track me down and stop me. In this ethereal inter web, you'll never find me. Haha! :p

All I ask is that you think of Elon Musk as you read this.
You're welcome.

If—​

Rudyard Kipling - 1865-1936

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
 
Okay. Bring out your voodoo dolls and your angry curse words. Your superstitions. Go ahead. I'm just going to say it. After all these years and the trials and tribulations we've been through together, I think we've reached the tipping point where even POETRY will not stop us. In fact, poetry will back us up and lead our charge!
As a life long artist (yes, I made my living from my artwork- and earned my license- go ahead and laugh) turned investor, and having run the gauntlet with so many of you, I hereby say to you all; Bring on the Poetry! Oh my dear friends, I've waited so long for this. Go ahead; try and track me down and stop me. In this ethereal inter web, you'll never find me. Haha! :p

All I ask is that you think of Elon Musk as you read this.
You're welcome.

If—​

Rudyard Kipling - 1865-1936

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Well, we all know Scots are loonies.
(Or is that Canucks?)
 
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After all these years and the trials and tribulations we've been through together, I think we've reached the tipping point where even POETRY will not stop us. In fact, poetry will back us up and lead our charge!
I just don't want any more clutter in the thread. Start a separate Poetry and Music Investing thread if you must.
 
Okay. Bring out your voodoo dolls and your angry curse words. Your superstitions. Go ahead. I'm just going to say it. After all these years and the trials and tribulations we've been through together, I think we've reached the tipping point where even POETRY will not stop us. In fact, poetry will back us up and lead our charge!
As a life long artist (yes, I made my living from my artwork- and earned my license- go ahead and laugh) turned investor, and having run the gauntlet with so many of you, I hereby say to you all; Bring on the Poetry! Oh my dear friends, I've waited so long for this. Go ahead; try and track me down and stop me. In this ethereal inter web, you'll never find me. Haha! :p

All I ask is that you think of Elon Musk as you read this.
You're welcome.

If—​

Rudyard Kipling - 1865-1936

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
This did not seem like celebrating early or hubris, or gloating.
 
Okay. Bring out your voodoo dolls and your angry curse words. Your superstitions. Go ahead. I'm just going to say it. After all these years and the trials and tribulations we've been through together, I think we've reached the tipping point where even POETRY will not stop us. In fact, poetry will back us up and lead our charge!
As a life long artist (yes, I made my living from my artwork- and earned my license- go ahead and laugh) turned investor, and having run the gauntlet with so many of you, I hereby say to you all; Bring on the Poetry! Oh my dear friends, I've waited so long for this. Go ahead; try and track me down and stop me. In this ethereal inter web, you'll never find me. Haha! :p

All I ask is that you think of Elon Musk as you read this.
You're welcome.

If—​

Rudyard Kipling - 1865-1936

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Blasphemer
 
The only problem that this Thread Originator has with @SunCatcher's entry is that for most of my life - although I otherwise greatly enjoy Kipling - I've viewed his If as some of the most mawkishly sentimental pap to come out of the Victorian-Edwardian eras.
No good New Englander can wholly despise an Indo-Englishman who spent his most productive years in Brattleboro, VT.