Semi-unintelligible platitude of the weekend.
Sunday, November 29th, 2009Don’t assume you know what the other/other’s/others’ hand/hands is/are doing. Better still, assume you don’t know.

Don’t assume you know what the other/other’s/others’ hand/hands is/are doing. Better still, assume you don’t know.

“There is no means of avoiding a final collapse of a boom brought about by credit expansion. The alternative is only whether the crisis should come sooner as the result of a voluntary abandonment of further credit expansion, or later as a final and total catastrophe of the currency system.”
Boo. Yah.
The chorus from the ninnies who fail to see this and proclaim the US will never default on its debt grows tiresome. The point of recognition is close now.

Now. I recognize that it’s not even Wed-nes-day yet. However. I’m calling it early. Because no one will top this:
Congratulations, Mr. Lacker. For being this week’s crackhead, of the, week. Recipient. You win a bucket. Full of real simulated dog shit. And. A gen-u-ine cubic zirconium nipple ring. Unfortunately, these fabulous prizes are considered taxable income under the internal revenue code. Keep up the good work. You make us all very proud. And. For sure. Enjoy!
Oh. And uh. You’re grandpa. He looks pretty good. For a dead guy. Peace out.
“But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool’s life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.”

“There are some who frankly and boldly advocate the eradication of the last remnants of wilderness and the complete subjugation of nature to the requirements of—not man—but industry. This is a courageous view, admirable in its simplicity and power, and with the weight of all modern history behind it. It is also quite insane.”

Would I be in trouble, with the law, I mean, if I (I mean me) ate a can of organic dog food on a domestic flight? While seated in coach. I know if I were in first class, no one would care. But this is different.