Managing the collapse

Over the years I have learned to hear things not said when someone speaks or prays.

Having been fucked over a time or ten thousand I also notice facial expressions and posture that lead to that fucking. The arrogant wink. Speaking with the hands, pursing of the lips, the arched eye-brow. I see wheels turning behind the mask.

That is one of many reasons I know we just got fucked (George Carlin once stated; don’t trust anyone that won’t say fuck).

I’m not saying we don’t have it coming. We do. The culture of doing nothing and expecting everything is about to die on the vine for all but a chosen few Americans.

We have been told this latest bailout plan had to be imposed to save Average American Joe. That life as we knew it was about to come to a grinding halt.

What you weren’t told is that life as we knew it is coming to an end anyway.

It must.

And they don't give a shit about Average American Joe.

The multinational rulers of the world decided they’re tired of feeding people that consume 25% of what the world produces (that’d be us) and decided to eat us for lunch instead. We’re not longer necessary, or relevant.

The people that tried to save us from this fate: the Ron Pauls, Mike Gravels, and Dennis Kuciniches, true American patriots, were branded as crazy simpletons or worse by the intellectual elite.

Yeah, I watched the presidential debates. The hearings in the House of Representatives. The presidential speeches. I saw the winks, funny faces, haughty, arrogant glances. McCain. Romney. Clinton. Bernanke. Cheney. (Obama wasn’t quite experienced enough to figure out that he is the next pawn. Bush probably still doesn’t know. How they found someone with his head that far up his ass, I don’t know).

The plan is simple.

Tell them what they want to hear and then proceed with the plan.

There isn’t enough of the good stuff for all of us to live an extravagant lifestyle.

The plan devises ways for less and less of us to get gas and food and other necessary life-sustaining resources so the dwindling number of chosen few can get their share and yours too.

The plan is so ingenious that’ll you’ll actually vote to see this accomplished to and on you.

Many ways and tactics will be employed to pull this off; we could argue for hours which tools and methods will be employed but the end result will be the same.

Globalization will lead to a time when nearly all countries resemble the third world country of your choice today.

The test plot in the western hemisphere was Juarez, Mexico, documented by Charles Bowden and a group of Mexican photojournalists (Noam Chomsky contributed an introduction, Eduardo Galeano an afterward worth reading. Their work continues. Last I heard the murder toll in Juarez stood at 800 for the year but the number is dated by at least a month).

Charles Bowden, taken from a review of this book at Amazon.com: "Politicians and economists speculate about a global economy fueled by free trade. Their speculations are not necessary. In Juárez the future is over thirty years old, and there are no questions about its nature that cannot be answered in this city."

Here is what I expect to see:

The relative price of commodities to earning power will increase. Arguments over deflation or inflation don’t really matter. It’s the ratio of cost to wages and earnings that determines whether you get your share or not.

Jobs will be destroyed.

Violence will increase. People are going to be pissed off when the stream of goods and services dries up and they realize that they have been dropped from the ranks of the protected.

In the midst of this, walled-in enclaves will protect an ever-diminishing number of wealthy elite, those whose dominion is the multinational jet set. Here you will find exotic foods and luxury items gathered from the farthest reaches of the planet.

Police will guard these enclaves, both the citizens within, their property, and the supply routes necessary to keep the shelves stocked and the power on.

Outside the walls will be free-for-all war-zones. Those lucky enough to have the factory job that barely pays enough to eat will navigate a world of predators: murderers, rapists, dope dealers, con artists, robbers, whores and rogue cops supplementing less than adequate paychecks.

Factory farms will replace small farmers—those farmers that don’t sign on the line will be unable to receive subsidized fuel and or cash subsidies. Without these, their products will cost more to raise. Prohibitively so. A gallon of diesel contains one hell of a lot of man-hour-equivalents of energy, especially when run through the latest machines (like tractors steered by satellite, believe it or not).

Most if not all of this stuff is already in place, but it will continue to grow at what I expect to be an accelerated pace as the dire situation this world is in becomes clearer to those running the show.

Basically, we’re fucked.

That doesn’t mean all is lost (unfortunately, a fucking doesn't necessarily kill you).

Read Frankl’s Man's Search for Meaning if you need a little inspiration or a model for how to resist.