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Gonna Go 'Round In Circles
In our last exciting episode, we talked about the silly little game that the Western oligarchs are playing that is dragging the whole world down the toilet. In summary, we discovered that because they don't want to stop being king of the hill, even for just a moment, they are flapping their arms deperately trying to keep from riding the inevitable economic cycles.
In other words, we can sum up all the Bilerburgers, Masons, Club of Romes, Trilateral Commissions, ad nauseum, in one simple concept...Wile E. Coyote.
Wile E., in his relentless pursuit of the Roadrunner (wealth) has yet again run off a cliff and is momentarily suspended in mid-air flapping and panicking as he tries desperately to defy gravity. It's really all that simple. Doesn't make the pain any less here at the Real Life level, but it helps to put things in perspective a bit.
To visualize the situation, let's call on a guy names Evel Knievel. Younger or foreign folks may not rememver this guy, but us old codgers certainly do. People politely called him a daredevil or motorcycle stuntman. I think of him as just crazy, as he devised ever more spectacular ways to splatter his guts all over the place on national TeeVee back in the 60s, 70s and 80s.
Evel's whole gig was to run his motorcycle as fast as he could at a ramp and try to suspend himself as long and far as he could, hoping to land on the opposite ramp in a controlled sort of way. In short, he became a hero of spectacular failure. He holds the world record for most number of bones broken in a lifetime...433. The human body only has 200 and some total bones.
Economic cycles, like pretty much all other cycles, are not circles, though they can appear to be from certain perspectives. But if you get off to the side and look at them in 2-D, they look like waves. There's an ascending part, a crest, a descending part, and a trough. Pretty much the entire Universe works like this at one level or another.
What Evel Knievel did was to try to launch himself from one crest, bypass the intervening trough, and land on the next crest and survive the experience. He failed more than he succeeded, but it was always fun to watch. Kinda like tuning in NASCAR to watch the amazing wrecks rather than the endless loops at high speed.
Anyway, the Masters of War (thanks Bob) are little more than a bunch of Evel Knievels who have decided that they are far too rich and far too powerful to have to go through economic cycles. So they've decided they're going to use all the magic incantations, illusions, rituals, and just sheer military force to brute their way from one economic crest to the next without having to first make a run through the trough.
Fine idea, but the reality is a bit more mundane because gravity simply sucks. No two ways about it.
Though business cycles are infinitely complex, they can be visualized quite simply. Think of two mating snakes entwined with each other, or another way would be the DNA double helix. One side of the equation amasses debt, while the other side amasses wealth. At some point, the equilibrium is disturbed (recessions, droughts, etc.) and the two sides swap places. Then the whole things starts over.
The problem is that nothing, and I do mean NOTHING in Nature works like that. There must always be a season of growth and a season of renewal. There's simply no other way things can or do work. All the ramps, calculations, incantations, and pure effort of will cannot stop something that is as entrenched in the fabric of the Universe as a cycle is.
Where we are now as a planet is that we have a new tooth trying to come in, but the old baby tooth refuses to fall out. Consequently, the new one is growing right out on top of the old one, and the old will either have to fall out, or we gotta pull it. Nothing will stop the new one.
If we go to our Wile E. Coyote metaphor, we have just run off a cliff and are suspended momentarily by momentum, until we look down and realize there ain't nothing under us.
If we were Evel Knievel, then we are at Caesar's Palace fountain, having just launched off the end of the ramp. As we look ahead, we notice that our rear wheel just ain't gonna clear that last little tippy-top part of the fountain and nothing we can do will stop the inevitable broken bones that are about to materialize in our future.
OK, so what does knowing the current situation do for us? I mean, after all these visualization exercises, what can we do with this knowledge?
First off, knowing the inevitable outcome allows us to prepare for what's coming. We know economic winter is here, though we've enjoyed a bit of Indian Summer, but it's time to stock up and stack the cord wood in readiness for the cold blast about to hit us.
Second, knowing where we are and how we got here gives us important clues as to how to get out again. Since cycles are predictable, though not exactly the same each time. Nevertheless, we can predict with some certainly where we will land. When you get lost, the first thing most people will do is retrace their steps to get back to the point where they got off the trail. Unwinding this mess is both a natural part of the cycle, and the answer to solving the huge mess these greedly little worms created.
Third, it takes the mystery out of our perception of who these weasely little idiots are running the world and shows us conclusively that they are nothing more than slimy idiots who thought they were Time Lords. Picture the bankers at Gringott's in the Harry Potter series.
Finally, we know not to let anyone do this again. We should etch this lesson in stone monuments as immutable as the Great Pyramid - don't let the slimy bastards try to defy gravity again, at least while we are all passengers.
We need to use this lesson to keep the greasy nards in check and never let them get hold of the stunt bikes again...ever! Now we have the playbook, identities and locations of all these maggot brains. Now we can lock them in Arkam Asylum and pump them full of their own pharmaceuticals and never let the bastards roam freely again. We must turn all their glorious Track and Trace toys on them and keep them under surveillance for the rest of Time.
Perhaps a well-thought out eugenics program will keep them from breeding until their bloodlines simply die off. An appropriate punishment for what they have done to humanity and our planet.
Mostly, it's time to prepare for winter. It's going to be a rough one, since it's been delayed for so long. A lot of people are going to be hurt, and that too is a cycle.
Most of all, we need to take a page from good project management and start keeping a planetary set of Lessons Learned. At least that way we can stop making the same mistakes and start making a whole new set of them.
It's a bitter pill to swallow, but we are partly responsible for allowing the vile, repulsive gnomes to run the world in the first place. And which of us hasn't been distracted by all the little flashy lights in boxes?
Suck it up, boys and girls, the first big blast of winter is coming. But always remember, there's a back side to every storm.
And while we huddle around the fire waiting for the storm to pass, be sure and start your list of Lessons Learned so our kids don't fall for the same BS.