June 22, 2025
Currently banging this out with Game 7 of the NBA Finals tipping off tomorrow, and yes, I’m opening with sports again. Old habits die hard when your blood type is half Gatorade and half ESPN ticker.
Anyway, that's enough pre‑game chatter. It's been quite the week for global news, so there's a lot to cover. Let’s get to the good stuff.
- Alex Blackwood
📱 Golden Phone Home: Trump Org just unveiled “Trump Mobile” and its $499 gold‑toned “T1” Android, bragging it’s “Made in the USA.” Specs match a Chinese handset down to the last megapixel, and the launch site’s coverage map was literally blank, because nothing says reliability like invisible bars.
🧬 Genome Alone: Regeneron noped out, clearing the lane for Anne Wojcicki, 23andMe’s co‑founder and resident DNA evangelist, to scoop up the bankrupt company for $305M. A 28‑state lawsuit over user-data consent still looms, but the double helix is staying in familiar hands.
🧠 NapGPT?: An MIT preprint strapped EEG headsets on students and found those leaning on ChatGPT to crank out essays showed dramatically less brain activity and later couldn’t remember their own work. It’s classic “cognitive offloading,” letting the bot think while your brain checks out. Silver lining: once the AI crutch was yanked, brainpower rebounded, so our gray matter isn’t permanently toast.
Jerome Powell kept rates parked this week, but the sidelines were anything but quiet. Markets scrambled to reprice expectations, mortgage lenders tweaked their rate sheets, and Donald Trump fired off fresh Truth Social salvos. Here’s the play-by-play.
What Happened?
The Fed iced its benchmark rate in the 4.25-4.5% range for the fourth straight meeting and cut its 2025 outlook from three rate reductions to just two. Wall Street’s rate-cut bingo cards went up in smoke, and former President Trump piled on. On Truth Social he referred to Powell as "Too Late Powell" "numbskull" "a dumb guy" and then finished it off by saying he may have to change his mind about firing him.
Safe to say President Trump isn't too happy with the the Fed Chair...
How Did We Get Here?
So What For Real Estate?
Back in January, when the Fed shaved 0.25 points, we reminded you: rates ↓ means prices ↑; rates ↑ means prices ↓. With the Fed on pause, we’re in a holding pattern:
The spring is coiled. Once those 2025 cuts finally land, cheaper financing plus pent-up demand should create a fast-moving seller’s market.
Why Should mogul Investors Care?
Bottom Line
Trump can call Powell every name in the book, but the real insult would be missing the window to buy while everyone else doom-scrolls. Plant your flag now and let the Fed’s eventual mea culpa do the heavy lifting on your returns.
May’s dividends once again proved why real estate is still the world’s favorite wealth-builder. Across the board, mogul rentals returned their best single-month payout ever, with ten different properties yielding at least 0.90% cash-on-cash yields. That’s better than a 10% annualized yield before even factoring in appreciation.
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Some novels tap you on the shoulder; Norwegian Wood sucker‑punches you with a Beatles riff and the smell of rain‑soaked Tokyo asphalt. Murakami doesn’t bother with plot fireworks...he hands you a mixtape of longing, grief, and late‑night dorm chatter, then dares you to press play.
Toru Watanabe drifts through university life collecting vinyl records and emotional bruises. His orbit pulls in Naoko, a fragile soul wrapped in silence, and Midori, a firecracker who treats sadness like a dare. Their triangle isn’t a soap‑opera love fest; it’s more like watching three tightrope walkers share one frayed rope.
The genius is in the atmosphere. You’ll taste the cafeteria curry, hear the scratch of a stylus, and feel every awkward pause stretch to infinity. Murakami turns ordinary moments (reading on a rooftop, walking through a cedar forest) into existential gut checks that linger for a long time.
If you’ve ever stared out a train window and felt nostalgia punch a hole in your chest, this book is your next therapy session. Read it with headphones on, preferably while “Norwegian Wood” spins in the background, and prepare to question why “simple” feelings hurt the most.
⭐ 4.82 / 5.0 in my book (no pun intended)
A. “Plans are pointless. Staying alive's as good as it gets."
B. "Money never sleeps.”
C. "There's no gene for the human spirit."
Stretch out all the DNA in one human cell and you’d get a nearly seven-foot strand of genetic spaghetti. That's tall enough to go one-on-one with Michael Jordan in his prime.
Written by Alex Blackwood & Thomas Horcel
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