Abandon All Hope

(Written 9/22/11)

Sell ALL things of value that can’t be eaten or used as a weapon. Trade for pure gold and purified water. Run for the hills. People will soon find that the highly material wealth they think they have is an indolent illusion and intangible upon review. The jig is up, John Q. One by one the coffers are being opened to reveal nothing but dust. It was all an elaborate hoax! The US Government hasn’t had gold in Fort Knox since World War II. That’s why they keep it so tightly under wraps. Abandon all hope.

The Dow dropped almost 400 points today in another frenetic fury. The jackals on Wall Street don’t know what the hell to do. Like monkeys trying to figure out an etch-a-sketch. “Uhh, err, uhh, people need to spend more,” is the general idea. Brilliant. And I need to fuck more and drink more and golf more and swim in a pool of gold bullion. Fucking brilliant. Logic on the order of telling a thirsting man in the desert to chug all his reserves of water to ensure that he’ll have piss to drink later on.

The problem is simply that we, as a country, lived beyond our means for years. Our nation experienced a meteoric rise to power in the last century and in true American form we hammed it up like wild Kennedys until day broke and the money manager came to us with hat in hand, his long face telling us what we dreaded. The carnival is closing. The lights are going out. We thought we could barrel through with good ol’ American gumption but this is now that pesky second dip that has worried many people, including me, since, well, the first dip. The intrinsic problems that got us into the “recession” (read depression) have not magically gone away, or gone away otherwise. Lack of tangible production and gluttonous over-expenditures will bind up an empire every time and a couple years of squawk about tightening up the belt and pulling ourselves up by the bootstraps isn’t going to fix the problem. The problem being that everyone wants to play and no one wants to produce anything. The depression is a correction. Everything was blown far north of overblown. It was a vanity fueled jet airliner firing mile-high but with the landing gear stripped out to allow room for the kegs. The goddamn hippies did it. It was all those lazy fucking baby boomers that let the pile of dishes build up out of the sink. The next couple of years will be a kick in the nuts. And let’s hope it stops there. Lucky for me, I don’t have shit anyway. Losing half of zero still leaves me with zero. (At least I don’t have water seeping up through the living room floor in my apartment……oh wait.)

There may be hope yet. If America can stay in front of computer technology we will retain our gluttonous position at the top of the heap. Let’s just hope that the heap can continue to hold the mass of humans in some semblance of order.

Abandon all hope.