Feeling Precarious

 

Impressionism / Federico Zandomeneghi/ The Moulin de la Galette

Seems to me that there is a lot of shit in the process of going down. 

Obviously I am not in any kind of position to affect the outcome, but if I am careful and keep my eyes open and my mouth shut I may well be in a position to get out of the way and not get splattered too badly by the aftermath.  

I am thinking that the financial world is ready for a pretty good sized hiccup.  We are due and that particular game appears to be very very ripe for a pretty good sized bout of weirdness.  You know, like an ‘87, or a ‘96, or a 2K or a 2008.  That kinda hiccup.

Foreign affairs looks to be equally dicey.  We are in way over our heads and we have never been really good at the game anyway.  What we do appear to be good at is to spend lots of money buying very questionable allies.  That game looks to be coming to a head and now I think that more and more folks are getting wise to our game and are not desirous of playing the game by our rules.  This could not end well.

The COVID games are looking a little sketchy.

The Election results in Arizona are reputably bad news.

Congress has no clue what to do except toss money around on questionable projects.

Jesus.  This could go real bad.  I am hoping against that result, but my hopes don’t have any particular weight in equations such as this.    

So my current important process is to develop and perfect my musabi recipe.  Good, cheap eats that provide a bit of variety to a low-cost beans and rice based diet.

That's about the limit of my effect on the world's affairs