Why Personal Honor Matters

Why Personal Honor Matters

New Trend In Sacramento: ‘Intentional Foreclosure’

SACRAMENTO (CBS13)

Linda Caoli helps lots of families on the verge of losing their homes, including a single mom working two jobs to pay her mortgage.

“She says Linda the house across the street, same model, with more upgrades sold in foreclosure for $315,000!” explains Linda.

Her client isn’t the only one thinking about ditching her house to buy the better deal across the street. A number of realtors CBS13 talked to say it’s already happening.

“Can you imagine if you had a same or similar home and your mortgage was half the price?” asks Linda.

This is how it works. Bob paid $420,000 for his home. Then he notices the house across the street, with more upgrades, and is selling for $315,000.

So Bob, who has pretty good credit, decides to buy the cheaper house. He can’t afford both, so then he walks away from his original home, letting it fall into foreclosure. That will hurt his credit, but he’s willing to take the hit for a more affordable home.

“Is it wrong to steal when you’re hungry? That’s an issue that a lot of people are trying to figure out right now,” says Linda.

Caoli is sympathetic, but she doesn’t endorse the practice of it. Other real estate agents we talked to were far more critical, calling them cheaters. They say the banks take a huge hit when their homes foreclose, and in the end, we all end up paying the price.

I’ve heard of people just walking away from their mortgages when they discover they owe far more than the house is currently worth, but this one is new to me.

There’s a thread at AR15.com on the topic, and here are some of the comments:

The turd here has finally circled the bowl and entered the sewage system.

Who cares … the people who continue to play by the rules continue to get the shit end of the stick. If you can find a way to work the system to your advantage, why the hell not?

I agree. Being honorable only makes you poor and sticks you paying for the costs of the less scrupulous.

I’m not in that situation.

But, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t consider it if I was.

I come first. Plain and simple. If I can see a benfit in reducing my bottom line and not fucking myself over, I’m probably going for it.

There is a limit to honor. Especially when illegal aliens get breaks and I don’t.

Anyone who doesn’t see this is a fool.

A few months ago I would have said Bob was a piece of shit. Now I see him as smarter than me. The US seems to be on it’s way out as the country that we all know and love. All bets are off in this new country of hope and change.

I concur with the “turd circling the bowl” comment, myself. We’re a far cry now from “I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more.”

Who is it that’s going to restore our lost Constitution again?

If you haven’t read it, I will again recommend James Bowman’s Honor: A History, a study of the death of honor in Western culture.

Quote of the Day – SciFi Edition

Quote of the Day – SciFi Edition

From S.M. Stirling’s The Sky People:

As Marc watched, four Gigantosaurs caught a titanosaur calf – a three-year-old weighing a mere thirty tons or so – as it bent its head to drink from one of the streams that veined the plain. The great jaws gaped as the six-ton carnivore reared back, its thick, supple neck curved into an S-shape, then slammed forward.

Even at half a mile distance, the scream of the calf was ear-hurtingly loud, as if God had gotten his toe stuck in a closing door. A stampede went out from the spot like the ripple of a stone thrown into a pond as the plant eaters fled; the armored ones backed into circles, lashing the air with their knobby tail-clubs. The calf and the Gigantosaur went over into the stream in a whipping cloud of spray and flying mud; the others gathered around, dipping their heads to strike like nightmare four-story birds.

After a moment, the flurry of motion died down, and they set their great eagle-claw feet on the calf’s carcass as they worried loose chunks the size of Volkswagens and threw their heads upright to unhinge their jaws and bolt the great gobbets down, rammed backward by the peristaltic motion of their thick tongues. Now and then they would stop to make half-completed strikes and hissing roars at their pack-mates, for all the world like newly elected senators divvying up pork.

It’s now official. I’ll read anything S.M. Stirling writes.

Addendum:

The only difference I ever found between the Democratic leadership and the Republican leadership is that one of them is skinning you from the ankle up and the other, from the ear down. – Huey P. Long

Just thought I’d throw that one in.

Quote of the Day

Quote of the Day

This one, I’m sure, will be getting a lot of play. From Van Der Leun:

Man one: “Did you see that article in that magazine last week?”

Man two: “Which magazine?”

Man one: “You know, the one with Obama on the cover.”

Man two: “With Obama on the cover? Christ, they all have Obama on the cover. It’s getting so the only place I want to see Obama’s picture is on a milk carton.”

Heh.