“...Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.” Michael Caine
“Phoenix (/ˈfiːnɪks/; Ancient Greek: φοῖνιξ, phoînix) is a
long-lived bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again.
Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes
of its predecessor.” Wiki
“Pyromania is an impulse control disorder in which
individuals repeatedly fail to resist impulses to deliberately start fires, in
order to relieve tension or for instant gratification.” Wiki
I think you can see where we are headed in today’s missive.
But that can’t be where we start.
I see Facebook Posts, Tweets, TickToks, News Reporters all
cry out Why? When will it stop?
I regret to be the one to inform you that the lifestyle you
ordered is Out of Stock. Permanently.
Humpty Dumpty is not going back together. Any attempt is re-arraigning deck chairs on
the Titanic. It’s fine if YOU want to do
it. Please don’t insist I do. You would be better off building make-shift
lifeboats to keep you out of the freezing water. Or in the analogy of today’s post – Fire.
Our lifestyle, our economy, our empire, our government, our
very society of 3 years ago was always unsustainable.
The Wiley Coyote of the United States left the cliff
sometime in the mid 1980’s. If serious
structural changes had been made at that point, we could have lost the empire
but saved the country. The voters of
that time choose not to.
In 1999 Wiley found a Jet-Pack. It was called the Federal Reserve. Wiley
could fly. And he did. Ever higher. In 2008 Wiley flew ever higher. So high he
could no longer see the cliff he alighted from.
But this jet pack had a slight issue.
It has no throttle. It’s on. Till it stops. There is no safe return to the cliff. It just allowed the wearer to survive a
little longer.
March 2020. The jet
pack released 3 trillion newtons of thrust.
Wiley is almost at escape velocity headed into orbit. A spacesuit is nowhere to be found. Neither are Parachutes. And the air is getting Very Thin.
In a reference to John
Micheal Greer ( start reading, you have much to catch up on) Wiley and thus
the United States is in a Predicament.
This is different from a problem.
Problems can be solved.
Predicaments just are.
The Federal Reserve has continued to make fewer and fewer
people richer and richer. If you care to
understand the mechanisms of this, I can teach you. But for the moment take it as read that I
have some semblance of an Idea of that which I speak.
You can throw race, social justice, shitty government, bought
and paid for politicians along with other grievance’s in there as reasons the
United States is a deer still running after being fatally shot. But these aren’t new issues. They were always there. Some of them were getting better. At least until Nixon closed the gold window in 1971.
That’s the lowpoint in income inequality. But look at us
now!
So here we are. A
divided nation. And not just politicly.
Urban (blue) America no longer has the same value set as
Suburban/Rural (red) America.
This is not a Judgment.
I’ll leave that to someone has the moral high ground. I don’t live there.
BUT IT IS.
So back to fire.
American is figuratively and quite literally on fire. This was a forgone conclusion. All it need was a spark.
Like a California wildfire with decades of fuel sitting in
the undergrowth due to fire suppression, the United States has suppressed the
natural cycle of business failure for so long that the productive assets of the
economy are largely unproductive. Tesla
is worth $800 a share and starting a small business with more than one employee
nearly financially impossible.
Like that tingle before a massive thunderstorm, the average
person senses this with out really knowing the deeper causes. The KNOW they are being ass-fucked with their
head in a rest stop toilet but have no recollection of exactly how they came to
be there.
And so we collectively feel the pyromania. We feel the need to start the fires.
That is the only way we can rise from the ashes.
I would submit however, we are starting them in the wrong
places.
Comments section here is the sandbox at preschool...y'all tards wanna throw sand in each others eyes, knock yourself out .....find your own hose.
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