In fact all it'll do is spread our natios economic problem into other part of the world and just compound the problem.How can all these countries/financial advisors be this short sighted?

Anyway, I went in yesterday morning and discovered that the shelf in the cupboard next to the sink is badly bowed from fluid damage.

I wondered if this bailout was going to further compound the issue since banks now have some renewed hope that they will get bailed out.

It's just not going to be as steep.Unfortunately the effects will now be longer lasting because we just added a burned to tax payers that will only compound the pain and accelerate a weakening dollar and higher inflation.Next Monday could be the bombshell.

So it'll just compound the falling prices on housing...no?

I don't think your options are necessarily limited.A knee-jerk type action got you into this I would not compound it with a knee-jerk reaction of selling, or anything else, without taking a deeper look.

But since our current admin messed up so bad, you and the Nuge may have to stick to bow hunting for the next 8 years :) Wait, if I recall corrently, I think Ted Nugent only hunts with a bow.

This step could involve anything from paint and elbow grease to converting an apartment complex to condominiums or timeshares.johnmichael: STEP 3 - Sell or finance the real estate in some way to be able to compound profits and find more real estate to follow the same three-step process.johnmichael: The simple 3 steps will in as little as 5 years provide you with the income that will just blow you away!

Then you would need to know what the appreciation rate is in your area for the next 10 years... appreciate your purchase price by that amount (remember to compound that interest) and presto, you have the future equity in your home in 10 years.But you still want to be cash flow positive on the road to get there.

When others culled thosesprawling farmsAnd welcomed deals with open arms . . .A corner here, ten acres there,Compounding values year by year,I chose to think and as I thought,They bought the deals I should haveThe golden chances I had thenAre lost and will not come again.Today I cannot be enticedFor everything’s so overpriced.The deals of yesteryear are dead;The market’s soft—and so’s my head.Last night I had a fearful dream,I know I wakened with a scream:Some Indians approached my bed—For trinkets on the barrelhead(In dollar bills worth twenty-fourAnd nothing less and nothing more)They’d sell Manhattan Isle to me.The most I’d go was twenty-three.The redmen scowled: “Not on a bet!”