What if you have been lied to about money and investing? How soon would you want to find out?
What if you could become far wealthier, much sooner, by doing the opposite of what you have been taught by financial pundits and mainstream media? You can when you conquer the financial myths exposed in this book.
Read Killing Sacred Cows to discover these revolutionary principles and more:
Of course, Killing Sacred Cows isn't for everyone--just those who want to make more money, keep more money, and make fewer mistakes with their money.
If you're tired of following the herd and getting slaughtered by inflation, taxes, and the market, this book is for you.
A pair of aimless Navy vets wash up in a world as baffling as the civilian one when their boat sinks off the coast of Antarctica. It's cold, but not as cold as it should be. There's no food, no water, no chapstick. Nothing but a 15th century map purporting to show the southern continent centuries before its discovery. Their hopes of a quick rescue recede with the ice as someone jacks their clothes and they find the stark land inhabited by some pretty not-chill dudes.
Each encounter is a clue that raises more questions than they have time to answer in the mad scramble for survival. And none of it matters: not the strange customs that obligated a geriatric Reverse-Eskimo to help them. The wooden museum vessels full of foul sailors. The murmurs of unrest across the seas. All they want is a boat home-any boat. But first, they must travel to the end of the known world to find out where they are.
A pair of aimless Navy vets wash up in a world as baffling as the civilian one when their boat sinks off the coast of Antarctica. It's cold, but not as cold as it should be. There's no food, no water, no chapstick. Nothing but a 15th century map purporting to show the southern continent centuries before its discovery. Their hopes of a quick rescue recede with the ice as someone jacks their clothes and they find the stark land inhabited by some pretty not-chill dudes.
Each encounter is a clue that raises more questions than they have time to answer in the mad scramble for survival. And none of it matters: not the strange customs that obligated a geriatric Reverse-Eskimo to help them. The wooden museum vessels full of foul sailors. The murmurs of unrest across the seas. All they want is a boat home-any boat. But first, they must travel to the end of the known world to find out where they are.
Foster and Parks find themselves cast apart as the first reverberations of a war for the kingdom reach the tiny South Polar island of Drummoc. Wounded within an inch of his life and betrayed by an ally, Parks finds himself in the position of a sensational fugitive, loved and loathed in equal portion. His unearned reputation and survival now rest on the narrow shoulders of low friends. Parks will have to brave a violent storm of sled dogs, bounty hunters, and ghosts who rise from the mines if he means to stand for himself once more.
Meanwhile, Foster rides the waves north, an infiltrator on a ship of incomprehensible cutthroats that he must stop at all costs. He soon learns that in a sea of perils, the greatest danger to a crew is the divide among the benches. With the ice closing in around them, they race for their lives to the one place that will make them all rich, unless Foster can turn the dangers in his favor and sink their dreams without going down with the ship. Trapped beneath a looming mutiny and hunted by elite killers of the sea, he despairs to remember his mission within a mission: home, at all costs, even if he has to go alone.
Foster and Parks find themselves cast apart as the first reverberations of a war for the kingdom reach the tiny South Polar island of Drummoc. Wounded within an inch of his life and betrayed by an ally, Parks finds himself in the position of a sensational fugitive, loved and loathed in equal portion. His unearned reputation and survival now rest on the narrow shoulders of low friends. Parks will have to brave a violent storm of sled dogs, bounty hunters, and ghosts who rise from the mines if he means to stand for himself once more.
Meanwhile, Foster rides the waves north, an infiltrator on a ship of incomprehensible cutthroats that he must stop at all costs. He soon learns that in a sea of perils, the greatest danger to a crew is the divide among the benches. With the ice closing in around them, they race for their lives to the one place that will make them all rich, unless Foster can turn the dangers in his favor and sink their dreams without going down with the ship. Trapped beneath a looming mutiny and hunted by elite killers of the sea, he despairs to remember his mission within a mission: home, at all costs, even if he has to go alone.