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Ever Enough?

Do you ever wonder what $390,000 can buy you? Apparently, it will get you a 10-year old 1300 square foot mobile home, detached 2 car garage, above ground pool, and a pole barn on 5 fenced acres. The neighborhood is a lovely patch of resurrected swamp land that will surely send you flocking to the beach in the summer just to get away from the mosquitoes.

Do I sound jaded yet? Keep reading. I checked the tax records for this piece of property and discovered that the seller purchased the property recently for $78,000. It gets better. The just market value is $208,000. We all know this person got a deal when they bought this. Hooray for them!

Do we ever learn? I'm all for capitalism and free trade, but when did free trade become synonymous with screwing other people? Don't get me wrong...go ahead and make as much money as you possibly can. But be fair. Be just. Be reasonable. (This is why I could never sell time shares or be a pharmaceutical rep.) It breaks my heart that we all seem to sacrifice our humanity for cash.

What are these people thinking? Who in their right mind would even think of placing an offer on this property? I can't help but think back to the Florida land boom of the 1920s. People bought property in Florida (often sight unseen) on the belief that the value would go up and they would become rich. Most of them lost their shirts. Is it ever enough?

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