Well, I think we've just about panicked over every possible thing. Inflation/deflation ( a case for both well made by professionals leaves us slack jawed and drooling in confusion ), solar flares, running out of oil, drought, blah blah. And some days I actually have to pay attention to work and can't let my two brain cells rub against each other and get all randy and give birth to a actual article idea, so once again I'm just pulling something smelly and most likely less than pleasant out of my butt and yes, trolls, I had to get my head out of the way first there does that make you happy? Always trying to please the trolls and I get no love for it. And, by the by, Humongous- I'm really liking your quips lately ( eject, eject! ). I just thought I'd throw that out there so the trolls smell fresh blood and go after you, like tieing my shoe laces as the bear is charging us.
So, not having much of anything to say, and seeing as how I've exhausted my guest writers from my incessant demands that they write several weekends in a row and now they ignore me after I wouldn't sign them up for a profit sharing plan or even make good on their Bison Empire Publishing Conglomerate 401 ( k) losses, today you get half an article telling you I have nothing to say and the other half talking about wishful thinking. I titled it navel gazing because it makes me look busy while nothing is accomplished. We all know the world is going to end. I know it, you know it and Ross Perot, bless his cute little ears, knows it. We all act like it matters how, but in the end we're all pushing a squeaky wheeled shopping cart through the cold ash with three rounds left in the revolver and waiting for the cannibals to kill us with a sharpened piece of re- bar ( a reference to The Road, by the way- if you haven't read it, it has got to be the most depressing post-apocalypse piece of literature out there ). I'm wondering, though, just how much of this is wish fulfillment.
Not an original thought here. But it is a good question. How much of our dread is realistic expectations, rational study, educated guesses and how much is simply the longing to go back to a simpler time after everyone we hate is dead? I'm rooting for the financial collapse so wife #2 has no more jobs available to her. I'm not content that FedEx cuts back a little, I want the entire commercial fleet of this country to be grounded through lack of oil or finances and never fly again. I want her on a street corner selling her ass cheap. Nothing else will pacify me. Is that wrong? So, am I letting wish fulfillment color my research of an impending collapse? I would like to think I'm still acting rationally, but as Ruff wrote thirty years ago, when you are a hammer everything looks like a nail ( I'm sure he didn't orgininate it but that was the first exposure through best seller books to it I'd come across ). When you hope others suffer to atone for their sins against you, can you read too much into each blip on the radar. I mean, I was really angry when Y2K turned out to be blatant government propaganda to extend the Internet Bubble so their butt buddies in the financial industry could keep raking in trillions ( that's my current theory on Y2K, subject to change without notice ), so does that tell me I was ( perish the thought ) part of the excitable crowd or just seeing only nails?
Don't get me wrong, I am in no way saying we could live a happy life forever after in our SUV's and McMansions. I truly believe we are seeing Peak Oil and that we are all going to die. And I am prepping like crazy, even after a brief spell when I'd convinced myself I was well provisioned ( I apologize for my brief decent into optimism ). Every week I buy two months worth of emergency rations ( bag of corn, lard, pintos for $20 ). Every week I check to see if Wally-World has started to carry rimfire again ( I've about given up hope ). My point is simply that you should every once in awhile step back and try to poke holes in your cherished beliefs. It might save you from embarrassing yourself one day.
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