I Went Down To The Crossroads

Well, this game of “pickle” is getting near to critically short distances.  The “runner” (you and me, for instance) is simply running out of room (and hope).  I won’t bother to belabor all of the relevant statistics (of continued rising unemployment, declining real wages, rising food and energy prices, still-declining home values, etc., etc., etc.). 

I will, however, take note of four primary avenues of crisis that makes up this particular “crossroads”.  These include:

  1. Real (US and European) GNP is much, much smaller than we are being told, and continues to shrink.  The “official” numbers, inflated with hyperbolic deficit spending and other money printing and/or pension pillaging  and/or default exercises, are not real, in any sense of the word you care to use.  Most don’t know it yet, but a good chunk of the remaining “real economy” is utterly obsolete, as in “buggy whip” obsolete. 
  2. The devaluation of the world’s reserve currency, in combination with a whole host of other factors – such as the failed social engineering policies in Euro-Land and elsewhere – are simply exacerbating a race to claim anything of real value left on the planet.  It’s not that any of these are actually in critically short supply, but if centralized planning will generally ensure shortages, central planners engaged in the ugly business currency and trade wars will get you there on the bullet train.
  3. Rising social unrest is only getting worse as increased economic suffering, inevitably, feeds the currents of radicalism throughout the world.  Resurgent socialism, communism, fascism, mixed, as you please, with Islamic Fundamentalism, Paganism, or Humanism have “gone viral”, at the speed of Twitter.  As the “enemies of my enemies” tag team themselves in a frothing mob orgy, the blood has only begun to flow.  Hint:  That isn’t Jasmine you’re smelling.
  4. Organized (i.e. “official”) responses to any and all of the above are still in the behind-closed door planning stages, but will, in due time, have to contend both with the resource war and domestic chaos.  Maybe it’s just me, but I do think I smell musty uniforms being unpacked in warehouses in Hoboken, Shenzen, and Hamburg.  Nothing focuses the mind like a hanging, except, perhaps, the pre-emptively drafting the lynch mob and shipping them off someplace really, really special.  Hmmm, wonder where?

All the kings horses and all the kings men, trying to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.  But, why, then, if all we seem to care about is propping up the notion that everything is fine and getting better all the time, does so much of this energy necessarily, inevitably, irrefutably, focus on the middle east, in a slowly tightening ring inexorably centered on Israel?  (And, oh yes, that is exactly where all of this is headed.) 

Why indeed?  Go ahead, ask it like you mean it.  I know you can do it. 

But then, hey, all crossroads are, in the end, just a spiritual contest, for all of us, for each of us.   When you find yourself there, you best follow Robert Johnson’s advice.

HT 

Crossroads by Robert Johnson

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
Asked the Lord above for mercy, “Save me if you please.”

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.

I’m going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I’m going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside.

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
And I’m standing at the crossroads, believe I’m sinking down.

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