Our awesome Patreon donors have asked us to tackle a really interesting question this week: what’s the real rate of return on the stock market?
If you ask people this question, you get surprisingly different answers. And for some reason (boredom at my day job) I decided to get all art school with it. Here, I wrote you a one-act play on the topic!
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT EVEN: THE REAL RATE OF RETURN ON THE STOCK MARKET
A Play in One Act
(With great confidence)
(With low confidence)
Why are you asking me this?! Shit. Am I supposed to know?!
It’s totally ten percent. Why would you ever buy a house or pay off debts when stocks are so mathematically superior?
I feel like I’m too busy to know this. But also I made time to watch that Zac Efron Ted Bundy biopic on Netflix, so…
Don’t even buy a single tube of mascara or a ham sandwich. It’s a waste. It’s unoptimized garbage. I buy nothing but stocks and Soylent!
Wait, is this the four percent thing? I’ve heard people talk about the four percent thing. Is it foooourrrr?
DAVE RAMSEY bursts onto the stage.
It’s 12% if you follow my system! But I never agreed to be here! My company sends cease and desist letters to people who criticize me!
DAVE RAMSEY exits the stage and the playwright forgets to go back and delete that part.
No, you know what? I know that Alleras the Sphinx is actually a lost Sand Snake, and I know three quarters of the verses of Mambo #5, but I do not know what the rate of return on the stock market is and I have accepted that fact about myself.
SOME PEOPLE rubs stocks all over his torso. He visibly nips out. OTHER PEOPLE keeps mumbling random numbers. MOST PEOPLE starts adjusting the Pinterest board for her wedding, even though she is not engaged or seeing anyone seriously.
Rocks fall; everyone dies.