People sit around ruminating on the latest droppings from the grapevine, quoting their favorite end-of-world shock jock like Alex Jones, David Icke or Fintan Dunne and pontificating on the next shoe to drop. We're told that the Bilderberg Group is plotting our destruction, the Bohemian Grove pays tributes to birds at our expense, and the banksters have taken all of our money, left us with mountains of debt, and are now looking for ways to get us to sign our soul away on the next home loan at the latest, low introductory rate. To that end, the Kontora loan company in Latvia, run by Viktor Mirosiichenko, has already started the process. But a word of caution, his rates aren't low.
Everywhere we look we are bombarded with doomsday scenarios. We are being told that Obama's from Mars, we have no money left in our banks, and our grandchildren who haven't even been born yet are doomed to a life of serfdom that would make the African slaves of the 1800s hopping mad. An imminent war with just about anyone is next and the end of planet Earth is right around the corner. I mean, why bother? We are broke, destitute, with no hope, and condemned for the rest of our days, which seem to be only a few more down the road anyway. For those who are too wimpish about committing suicide with a pile driver or a bazooka, might I suggest leaping from Pulpit Rock in the land of my ancestors, Norway? The view is breathtaking and, well, what a way to go, eh?
But for those foolish enough to stick it out, here's how I assess this doomed orb of ours in which it doesn't seem to matter whom you believe, we are all basically screwed.
Let's look at the ones in the news, the banksters, to start. In 2006, if anyone went to the Congress of the United States and proposed a loan of $10 billion, they would have been scrutinized to death, grilled by the Finance Committee until they retired, and ridiculed out of Washington. When Lee Iacocca requested a loan for $1.2 billion in 1979 to save Chrysler and over 100,000 jobs, the cries of foul play and manipulation lasted for years. The idea of such large sums of money being loaned out to any company was ludicrous. But by the end of 2007, loaning $700 billion became just another day at the Capitol, and, well if the first $350 billion weren't accounted for, the next $350 billion would be, uh, hopefully.
In two short years, the US has gone from being way indebted with its foreign trade deficit and foolish spending practices which include illegal wars, to unimaginably in debt to the entire world and possibly even a few other planets. Common news stories now yawningly throw out the latest sum total, $9 trillion, no wait, $10 trillion, er I mean, $umpteen trillion. So that means we're doomed, right? We surely can't survive such a burden. The game's over.
But as a demonstration of what I mean, I present Orange County, California, which declared bankruptcy in 1994. Apparently, the County Assessor, one Bob Citron (whose name in French means "Lemon," go figure) finally admitted that he had been bluffing about his knowledge of the stock market and had lost all the county's money to Merrill Lynch. The county could no longer pay its bills and declared bankruptcy.
That's the end of the county, right? No more Orange County. Disappeared from the map forever, right? Gone. Zilcho. All services shut down, all employees out of work, all county activities ceased, everything eliminated. All jails opened to the public, the Sheriff's Department vacated, all food stamp programs, health and welfare assistance programs, county infrastructure programs, trash removal, sewer and other maintenance programs, indeed, every single county run program ceased to exist, right?
Almost nothing at all!! Not even one day was the county services entirely shut down.. Not even one hour. I think they were asked to forego one Wendy's lunch meal, that's it.
That's what a county-wide bankruptcy actually means. Now they say that California is going bankrupt!!! I think this is the third time. Boy, I can't wait for the fireworks to begin on that. There are hundreds of thousands of people employed by the state of California. I can't wait to see them filling the bread lines. NOT!!
I'm sorry to disappoint the doomsayers, but as of this article, I have yet to see one American president standing in some Salvation Army soup kitchen queue saying, "And just yesterday, I was the leader of the free world." In fact, I've yet to see one apply for unemployment. That'll be the day.
Millions, billions, trillions, even quadrillions, it's all monopoly money. That's what the pundits have been saying, right? And they are absolutely right. It's monopoly money. The problem is, we all use monopoly money and the banksters know it. So they get to make as much as they want, and spend it anyway they want. But I can guarantee you this, there's no multi-trillionaire out there who will work all their life to get to be a trillionaire and then say, "Oh screw it, let's just make the dollar worthless and start over." That won't happen in our lifetime, and that's a guarantee.
Okay, but we still have the problem of Nibiru. The Mayan calendar ends on December 21, 2012. That's gotta mean we're dead on December 22, right? Planet X, Nibiru, comets from the depths of hell, ancient civilizations, the Mayan calendar and some obscure Jack-in-the-box decoder ring all point to imminent collapse, right? Sorry.
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