old for necessary reading, but thoughts continue and some might be useful. I am editing out parts here specific to the relationship but will include my personal thoughts and general issues. If this works, I might continue this approach during the reading marathon.July 15, 2010
Bill,
I have perhaps morphed into a new stage. I no longer follow my stocks or the market, at least at this point. The more I read, and that is mainly what I do, the more certain I become that absolutely every thing we do economically and internationally is precisely wrong. So if I know the ending it makes little sense to watch the show. This might change, but at this point I think disaster has to happen. I can read about it in retrospect.
We should get a currency collapse. Everything can lose value but it is always measured against a ruler, which is the monetary system (dollar). Now we will see what happens when the ruler warps. We will pay twice as much and take home half the goods. And the government will blame everyone except themselves. They are the agents, but then we are the dupes.
Actually, my feelings on this are becoming less forgiving. Where I used to see ignorance I now see stupidity, where there might have been courage, I see tyranny. I hate what we have become, although there seems to be no nation following any sane course. Some people might not be as arrogant and aggressive as we are. Perhaps Sweden.
I think the dollar will collapse, but measured against other currencies it may not appear to be falling. Against gold it should be a disaster. I like gold but so will the government and they will simply take it by bayonet. Silver works, they probably will not confiscate it, and it has the wonderful potential of possibly being off the radar. But you can't carry much in your pockets.
I can no longer watch Obama. I never thought he would do a good job. He smiles and cheers. He has no conception of economics. I suspect many of his courses had to do with socialism. We could have a nuclear explosion in Houston, and a smile would still be on his face. Perhaps it is surgically implanted.
So in general I am worried about everything. I see us doing nothing right. My only comfort is that one can even gain some familiarity with the recognition that humanity moves about directed by delusions. Few escape it. Frèdèric Bastiat is one who did, and I am spending quality time with him. He died in 1849, but time is becoming more collapsed. I happened to note that my life has spanned about one-third the duration of our republic. That makes 1849 look almost like yesterday. He understood it all back then. Few have caught on since. And we shall reap the harvest of our ignorance. "Would you care for some gravel on your delusions?”
Perhaps writing works at well as talking. And for certain we can more comfortably pick the time and place when writing.
Bob
July 20, 2010
Bill,
Age has inverted me. In high school the only thing that mattered to me was sports. I cared little or nothing about academics, although did not go so far as to feign ignorance in order to be cool. But I defined myself by my physical capabilities, probably well into my fifties.
I am restricted today to the conceptual. Yes, I frequently visit the shooting range and can set seven rounds from my Sig 239 on a quarter at twenty-one feet, but during an insurrection I will not be running to catch any buses or climbing any stairs, and a gun is only useful when all else has failed.
So today one of my, essentially private, endeavors is to support the physical. I suppose surgery is always an option, although I hate it for its lack of self-determination. But all hope is not yet lost for rehabilitation. I have no doubt that losing one fourth of my body weight would enhance my mobility. And it is probably crunch time--tomorrow will simply be too late. I really do not want to face Armageddon on a walker. So the major task each day now is to restrict calories. So far, so good, but this might be one of my innumerable six month agri-plans that never materialize. Then again, the country has never been walking off a cliff before.
This is all predicated on my view of the world. I do not question my perspective. More to the point, I have trouble fathoming the stupidity of everyone else. We are the Roadrunner and simply have not looked down yet.
So the reading continues. "I know, therefore I choose" is my motto. I was perhaps born to write this book and can even picture myself on the gallows saying give me liberty or give me death, unrepentant. Thus my inability to cut the grass or walk the dogs does not destroy my life. The urgency increases. Obama acts consistent with Keynesian theory, which means there is a method to his madness, but madness it remains. One would have to be a total idiot to not see the wishful thinking that inspired Keynes. If humanity was constructed differently and all our leaders were inspired saints, then Keynes could endure; but pigs can’t fly and altruism needs more than politically correct exhortations to make it show up for work.
We will crash. As stated before, I do not check anymore. I am too busy getting ready and can read about it in the after-action reports. Knowledge appears to be our key asset and liberty our goal. I cannot work any harder to get all my ducks informed, choosing for themselves, and marching in tight formation.
We bought the house in Troy. It is perfect for the animals, but that is why we selected it. Troy is not far from ground zero, but more removed than O’Fallon. It suffices as an intermediate safety zone, but much more practical than our property in New London because the dwellings are complete. My focus now, however, is more about the logic leading our country down this disastrous path, and trying to separate real from fantasy probably gives me more advantage than just moving farther into the country. The physical matters but physical it is mostly effort. It is like defense. You just do it. The conceptual, however, is offense. It is more elusive and can quite test my mental capacity. One does not get fatigued reading, but tension can become wearing, occurring because success remains uncertain. I may fail to grasp what the great ones say, although that has not happened yet. More likely I might not be able to internalize it and make it a natural part of me, which is not so great either.
Whatever the plan, I notice most now an increasing sense of urgency. It is not quite time to panic, but this has long since ceased to be a walk in the park.
Bob
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