(You. Yes, You. Stand Still For It Will Ya?)
Maybe it’ll be every bit as apocalyptic as he says. Or maybe there will be a few years where it is only half as bad as that. Either way, I ask you to please imagine that you are your own great-grandparent, watching the sky darken with a Great Depression in the early 1930s.
If you knew, months or years before the Crash, what was coming, what would you do to make your life ready for it?
Where have you been, my darling young one? Where will you go, when the number is None?
My answer to myself, and my advice for what it’s worth to you. If anything.
Liquidate every asset into cash, and then as quickly as possible, turn most of that cash into real goods that will see you through the dark times in relative serenity and freedom from want, in a world where your dollars can’t buy real goods anymore.
Don’t pay rent for anything, don’t lease, don’t hold ‘securities’ whose value is purely theoretical, don’t own properties that you can’t sleep in–don’t trust a 401K or a pension or social security, at least not until you’ve first already acquired alternatives that possess intrinsic value in ways you can hold in your hands and put in your mouth, on the day that the Elons and the Bezos and the Clintons fly off to Mars or New Zealand and leave you standing there, in your underwear.
Stave off inevitable depression in any healthy way you see fit, but not at the cost of forgetting the sort of Depression your predecessors endured a hundred years ago. Rather remember the words of the prophet as written on the subway walls in the year I was incarnated to this miraculous disaster
The Empire is growing more insane and now even suicidal every day.
Biden White House launches sanctions war against China
I hear you speaking of your willingness to pay through the nose at the pump, in the name of Ukrainian sovereignty, and I hear you say nothing, about those among your fellow Americans who can’t afford that kind of virtue-signalling luxury.
But the people who pull Grandpa Joe’s janky strings are making very sure that soon you won’t be able to afford it either.
Soon, you and I and the poor neighbor we don’t like are all just going to be the same–average people who are not in the Club and are struggling to pay inflationary prices not just for gas, but for electricity and heat and food too.
I don’t know why they’re doing this. I can only conclude that their madness has its own logic that logic knows nothing of.