Thursday, February 11, 2010

Reconciling What We KNOW vs. What We're TOLD -OR- Think For Yourself For A CHANGE

"We can rewrite those rules collectively." Thus spaketh Elizabeth Warren regarding the financial clusterfuck. She's right. We CAN.

We don't and probably won't -at least not to the level needed- because there's no upside to it for the rule writers. Doing so would lessen their importance and threaten their elevated social caste. It's all a money trick anyway. Brought to you by fiscal conservatism, the letters F & U. Underwritten through a grant from Ronald Wilson Reagan (from whom all blessing flows).

You wouldn't know this because of anything you've heard, read or watched. The ways of that world are beyond your feeble talents unless you are fluent in their language and customs. Besides, you're either too busy trying to stay ahead of the Langoliers or you've already watched them rush by you and are quietly, individually, weighing your options. Except for the overarching umbrella of your subtitled citizenship, you don't have any dog in the fight. Your banking relationships are strictly a conduit. Your prospects and outlook are no longer inexorably hinged to the MARKET.

Consider the meetings that would be required. Would anyone invited to participate speak for you? Could YOU be invited to speak for you? "And it's One, Two, Three What are we fighting for?"

If you've paid any attention whatsoever, your approach has changed in response to the unchanging, intractable nature of everything not under your direct control. You are immersed in your new community, still hopeful, but with trepidations, that the U.S of A is too big to fail. That no sane beings could deliberately crash rather than alter their course.

You're just sitting there watching the wheels go round and round. Ducking the assorted bits, avoiding the shrapnel and clinging to whatever Plan B you've devised.
You have faced and come to grips with whatever may come. The great unknown just doesn't scare you anymore. It's coming. There will be no eleventh hour stay, no practical, pragmatic application of sound policy decisions. Everything is concentrated on, and consumed by, maintaining buoyancy and you've slowly realized your classification as ballast. Good on ya.

It's a big, bad world out there and time enough for getting even later. If we survive the ugly, we can meet at the pyre and raise a celebratory ruckus.

When that day comes, perhaps someone will write something similar to Lower Manhattanite's summation of events in Haiti. Eloquent, direct and matter-of-fact.

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