" - - They didn’t just box themselves in. They hoaxed themselves in. And the walls are caving fast."
Well - - Yes. They appear to be. (The walls, that is) But then one has to wonder - - what comes next? There is the perpetual parade of crises to consider (the crises that aren't). At least the crises that aren't have a solution. It is a simple, universal solution: 'Throw money at it'.
It goes without saying the author of a crisis also has the solution, and only needs a bit of time, funding and (ahem - -) FAITH and the crisis will pass - - which it does - - not because the genius we trusted found a solution, but (as you pointed out) there never was a crisis in the first place. Ref: “From the Office of Imaginary Threats”
All well and good - - BUT - - what became of the money? The one outcome you may depend on, regardless of the ‘Imaginary threat’ is - - the money is GONE!
So what about the $30-something trillion debt our politicians have run-up in our name? Is that real? The ‘system’ seems to keep up with a running total on the interest, which sure makes that one seem real , and you missed a couple of real doozies on your list - - Billy Gates tells us climate change might not be so bad after all, and Anthony just needed a couple more years to cure viral infection forever - - not to mention the great Liberal Liberator of the poor who spends his days deciding which of his multi-million dollar property to occupy for the season? Will we ever learn?
I am running across an open plain, trying to catch a dot that sometimes grows larger, and sometimes smaller, but no matter how fast I run, no matter how hard I try, it never comes into clear view. Am I awake or sleeping? How did I get here, and where am I going?
I see an object in the distance that appears stationary. It IS! Time shifts. I am on it. I swoop it up, in mid stride, my pursuit of the dot never slacking. Binoculars! I raise them to my eyes and see I am chasing a running man. I stop and look behind me, and see in the distance a still figure, with a bald spot on the back of his head, that looks very much like my own .
I don’t need to look forward. I know what I will see - - .
G' Morning. Just up. No bananas. Too early. Still bumbling around getting coffee, and considering your thought-provoking humor. Great stuff. Don't stop.
" - - They didn’t just box themselves in. They hoaxed themselves in. And the walls are caving fast."
Well - - Yes. They appear to be. (The walls, that is) But then one has to wonder - - what comes next? There is the perpetual parade of crises to consider (the crises that aren't). At least the crises that aren't have a solution. It is a simple, universal solution: 'Throw money at it'.
It goes without saying the author of a crisis also has the solution, and only needs a bit of time, funding and (ahem - -) FAITH and the crisis will pass - - which it does - - not because the genius we trusted found a solution, but (as you pointed out) there never was a crisis in the first place. Ref: “From the Office of Imaginary Threats”
All well and good - - BUT - - what became of the money? The one outcome you may depend on, regardless of the ‘Imaginary threat’ is - - the money is GONE!
So what about the $30-something trillion debt our politicians have run-up in our name? Is that real? The ‘system’ seems to keep up with a running total on the interest, which sure makes that one seem real , and you missed a couple of real doozies on your list - - Billy Gates tells us climate change might not be so bad after all, and Anthony just needed a couple more years to cure viral infection forever - - not to mention the great Liberal Liberator of the poor who spends his days deciding which of his multi-million dollar property to occupy for the season? Will we ever learn?
I am running across an open plain, trying to catch a dot that sometimes grows larger, and sometimes smaller, but no matter how fast I run, no matter how hard I try, it never comes into clear view. Am I awake or sleeping? How did I get here, and where am I going?
I see an object in the distance that appears stationary. It IS! Time shifts. I am on it. I swoop it up, in mid stride, my pursuit of the dot never slacking. Binoculars! I raise them to my eyes and see I am chasing a running man. I stop and look behind me, and see in the distance a still figure, with a bald spot on the back of his head, that looks very much like my own .
I don’t need to look forward. I know what I will see - - .
Have you had your bananas yet today? Just wondering. Thanks for the comment. Jim
G' Morning. Just up. No bananas. Too early. Still bumbling around getting coffee, and considering your thought-provoking humor. Great stuff. Don't stop.