A few weeks ago a friend of mine asked what I thought about the economy.  I said I was glad I was a cockroach and not a peacock.

He looked at me like I was mad and asked what I meant.

I told him you don’t see cockroaches being boiled up for dinner, or their feathers being made into purses...

On the other hand, peacocks may strut around thinking they’re the greatest thing in the world, but the slightest thing happens, and BANG!, they’re gone.

Cockroaches are the survivors of the universe.  They say if a nuclear war breaks out, the cockroaches will survive.

I want to be a survivor, including in the financial manifestation of life.

So call me “Lamb the Cockroach,” as I run around dancing “La cucaracha, la cucaracha!”