Are your investing returns jeopardizing your retirement? If so: I invite you, on this day, to join my humble Kingdom.
Compoundalot is for amateur exploiters of compound interest, by amateur exploiters of compound interest. Our goal is independence of the highest order—the kind most say they have, but know they don’t.
The Kingdom Of Compound Interest (click to enter)
If you wish to reside in The Kingdom Of Compound Interest, obey The Three Commandments:
Thou shalt not sell.
Thou shalt not assume.
Thou shalt not post that which hath no value.
(If unsure, ask. If unwilling, you'll be axed.)
“Capital Pun-ishment”
This Kingdom stands erected to help humans harness compound interest to liberate themselves, and those they love, from the haunting hellholes that entomb them.
“I want to retire, but I can’t.”
“I want 70% of my life to be different, but it isn’t.”
“At this rate I will outlive my money, and that scares me more than death.”
Indeed.
Compoundalot exists to help its denizens acquire the idiosyncratic booty that they crave whilst crushing the idiosyncratic boobies that entrap them.
If your employment has devolved into indentured servitude and you would bleed to break those bonds, The Kingdom beckons you.
If compound interest cannot help you—if you’ve run out of money to invest, or time to stay invested—The Kingdom cannot help you.
If you are a victim-y dabbler wanderlusting around whilst whining things like, “I am the master of my house, but change is hard-and-scary so I blame gender, race, and spouse” The Kingdom does not want you.
Rather than collecting monies at our church, The Kingdom Of Compound Interest subsidizes its endeavors by educating its most determined members, directly and for pay. Partaking is encouraged, but not required—and if you are averse to receiving the occasional offer amidst an altruistic ocean of pro bono edutainment, Compoundalot is not for you.
Facts and questions shall be weaponized. Sacred cows shall be scrutinized. Abstruse theory shall be simplified. Common enemies shall be satirized. False prophets shall be demonized. Toxic myths shall be crucified. Self-deception shall be brutalized. Expensive errors shall be rectified. Nest eggs shall be multiplied. “Pipe dreams” shall be actualized. Investing skill shall be democratized.
“I make more money with this hobby than I earn with my salary.”
“This skill let me leave my job to start my own company while supporting my family.”
“I can finally afford to buy the most important thing on the planet: time.”
(These are direct quotes from my denizens. If you impulse-shrieked “Impossible!” while reading them, like some thwarted supervillain, you broke Commandment #2.)
Conflicting concepts are requested. Grueling duels are encouraged. And—in the likely event that I utter something that you disagree with utterly—you may come at The Kingfish, but you best not miss.
Welcome to my Kingdom,
Cole Hauptführer
Supreme Leader of Compoundalot
PS: If you bring your country’s politics into my peaceful Kingdom—or utter the drivel, “What stocks we buyin’ today fam?!” (or submit some stupid brokerage selfie)—I shall send you to the gallows, where my mascot is not nice.
PPS: If you do not invest your own money efficiently and successfully, but cloak yourself as an “authority” using costumes of persuasion: Compoundalot admires your charlatan moxie, but your application is forbidden because you are a symptom of the sickness this Kingdom stands to solve.
PPPS: If what you truly crave is McDonald’s for the mind—including market news, stock price, and idiotic idol worship (”What Warren Buffet Eats For Breakfast!”)—go to literally any other Kingdom that trumpets on this subject.