LAST GOOD WEEK OF THE YEAR TO TRY A CASE

 The last good week of the year to try a case is next week. Everyone, including jurors, are in a holiday mood.  Answer ready for trial. 

The prior post answer to the quiz (RCA 1929 report) also yielded the nugget that Rumpole is reading Andrew Ross Sorkin's bestseller 1929 on the 1929 crash. The book reads like a mystery thriller. And this is the perfect subject for our Financial Thursday ( (c) Rumpole & REGJB Blog 2025) blog post. 

Want to make money? Be a contrarian. Go left when everyone goes right and remember Warren Buffet's great lines about his philosophy: When people are greedy, be fearful. When people are fearful, be greedy.

We are NOT in 1929 with the AI stocks. We are looking at this time with Nvidia, AVGO (Broadcom), Marvel, Taiwan Semi Conductor, and AMD, similar to the time of Microsoft and Apple circa 1995. We are on the cusp of a revolution that will change everything from how you practice law, to how McDonalds gets you your Big Mac, fries, and coke, and everything in between.  Heart surgery; creation of movies; travel; house cleaning; investing; restaurant reservations; medical decisions; schooling- you name it- AI will change it. 

Without anyone knowing, we have sprinkled our posts these last few months with those created entirely by AI. Chat GBT is given this blog address and then asked to create a post on farming in our voice, and it does such a good job, even we were fooled. 

So here is the thing. Find your AI stock. A chip stock, a software stock for AI, a switch stock like Arista Networks, an energy company or a construction company that is constructing the buildings housing the AI centers. Slowly accumulate a nice position and then email us in 2030 thanking us for helping you make your first ten million.  Buying Apple or Amazon in 1999 would not have made you tens of millions in 2002, but it would have done so by now, and even earlier- like 2015. So pick your horse and get on and ride. 

FYI Here's your AI generated post on farming in our voice: 

Ah, farming, dear reader — that ancient profession far more honest than anything occurring on the ninth floor of the Justice Building. While we lawyers till our briefs and sow our motions in the stony soil of judicial temperament, the humble farmer rises with the sun, not to face a docket of squabbling counsel, but to coax life itself from the earth. No discovery disputes, no surprise witnesses, no ASA claiming “Your Honor, the victim wants the max.” Only weather, soil, sweat, and the eternal hope that this year’s crop will fare better than last term’s trial schedule. And between you and me, if judges possessed half the patience of a man waiting for his corn to grow, we’d all get out of hearings in time for a Cafecito.