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It's a mad mad mad worldPosted Wednesday, August 10, 2011, at 2:50 PM
The falling stock market prompted me to tell someone this morning that if I were an investor, I would put my money into Serta. They looked at me quizzically. "That's right," I said, "Serta; the perfect sleeper." I'd slice that thing open and make a perfectly padded portfolio of it.
With my money there, safely secreted under my own comfortable backside, I'd be reasonably sure that the banks wouldn't lose it for me; corporate greed wouldn't wheedle me out of it and the government couldn't send it some place I've never heard of to rebuild a country or feed starving people that hate me just because I live here. The entire world has gone mad, mad , mad I tell you.
Wars, famine, political corruption, natural disasters, personal apathy, national debt, European financial crises, Mid-east unrest, falling stock markets, rising gold prices, looming military threats, unreliable allies, ordinary lying, cheating and stealing, and more national and international issues than you can shake a stick at show the world to be tipped off its axis and plunging into chaos. But hey, the recession's over, right!
Well, I've decided that I am not going with it. I will do the best I can with frozen wages, melting polar caps, reduced benefits, increasing energy prices, expensive food, cheaply made goods, tight credit and loose lips. I'll keep trying to live a decent life in an indecent world. I'll do my best to be positive in the negatively charged atmosphere.
It's not my fault the government is out of touch, society is in denial. And no one seems to be able to identify the problem let alone correct the situation. One day jobs are being created, but unemployment is up; that's seasonally adjusted, of course. The next day millions are out of work, out of a place to live and out of hope, but corporate profits are secure, that's an adjusted quarterly figure, of course, so why go back to the way things were.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that if you can milk the cow just as easily from a three-legged stool as from one with four legs, then the three-legged option wins every time. Old Bossie doesn't know the difference. She is drained just the same and sent back to the pasture to replenish her exploitable resource.
And so it will get worse. Banks will pay you two percent and charge you twelve. Kids in your neighborhood will go hungry but Uncle Sam will see to it that third world urchins are sent food and resources that corrupt leaders will steal or divert. Taxpayers will keep funding wars they don't believe in and corporations will keep pulling down huge profits. Yes, war is very profitable for some. The Halliburtons and Blackwaters and contractors of that ilk will make a literal killing while stepping on the little people and making a mess of their already exploited, polluted, corrupted nest.
I tell you it's a mad, mad, mad world and I don't know where it is all going to end, but I've got a "sneaking suspicion" as my Dad used to say that the worst of it is yet to come and it's likely to end badly. Somebody prove me wrong; please!
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