Mike Farmer calls for some sanity over at Bloodhound Blog.
It is now pervasive, whether fact, fiction, miscalculation or a misunderstanding of economic adjustments — doom and gloom has colored our lexicon and everyone’s on board. The “realists” are merely pointing out facts, the politicians are merely offering a big hand to help all the little people in this troubling time, the agents are merely accepting fate, the lenders are merely going broke, the pundits are merely predicting a dour future — it’s over, real estate is dead.
If you don’t believe it you are an idiot, a Koolaid drinker, a liar, a naive babe in denial or an unscrupulous player preying on the unsuspecting. When someone asks you about the real estate market, tell them it’s dead and getting worse. Tell them there is nothing positive in sight, that it might go for years, decades, a century, who knows, just tell them it’s dead.
He's pointing out that ANY talk about a recovery is akin to a discussing the merits of pornography at a Church picnic. Funny, but true. I am in receipt of pitying looks when I describe my chosen profession. His summary is hilarious.
I know this is true because I just read five articles saying so, and a hundred before that, and I heard it on the news, in the barber shop, whispered a little too loudly in restaurants — everywhere, everywhere, real estate is dead
Of course, Mike's written a satirical piece. The comments thread interested me. Dave Shafer, another lender, said:
I replied:
But the best comment came from someone known only as "Chris". Typically, pseudonyms are the preferred practice of bubble bloggers. "Chris" captured my thoughts (edited for content):
I suspect Chris is a lender. Dave is. I am. We seem to know when the dung's about to hit the blades and when the world is so bleak that upside is around the corner. It's bleak- time to find some bargains in SoCal.