Last night I promised a big, hard-hitting article on Western civilization, invasion, and terrorism. I had paid work today, a workout and a headache. I did next to nothing. Then I went to a happy hour party of sorts with some friendly recently graduated sorority girls and an open bar…
In short, there will be no big column today. Sorry. Tomorrow. Soon, I promise.
I looked at the news this evening. Turmoil as far as the eye can see. This story caught my eye: UN fears third leg of the global financial crisis, with epic debt defaults. It’s worth a read. It is from the Telegraph, one of the last remaining honest news agencies.
The third leg of the world’s intractable depression is yet to come. If trade economists at the United Nations are right, the next traumatic episode may entail the greatest debt jubilee in history.
It may also prove to be the definitive crisis of globalized capitalism, the demise of the liberal free-market orthodoxies promoted for almost forty years by the Bretton Woods institutions, the OECD, and the Davos fraternity.
Honest enough to admit to an “intractable depression” in progress. Sad but true. And they mention Bretton Woods by name. This warrants further investigation. I actually have another big draft in the works – several years in the making – my solution to the world’s debt problems. Or, at least, those in America. Maybe I can get to that in a few months.
I had been planning to write up a brief story about why you should vote for me as Sheriff. I may run for Sheriff in a few years. I have to establish residency first. I’m not even disclosing the location yet – a rural mountainous county. I will make one Hell of a Sheriff. Anyway, even that can wait.
So, in the end, all you have are my excuses. Pretty good ones if I may say so.
On the bright side, one of the lovely young ladies I met tonight may be able to get me a discount on my twiner alternative transportation that I’ve been looking at. So Sheriff Perrin can beat a hasty retreat from the mountains to the beach and so forth. (Clovers look like the insects they are from up there.)
Blah, blah, blah … think I’ll just call it a night.