A re-post from July of 2017. I could rewrite it because a few references to things going on in '17 might be lost, but then I'd lose the snapshot aspect of it.
I Have a Case of That Going, Too
Western Rifle Shooters Association
the Burning Platform, talking about being a bit worn out by the situation we're in and burned out
about writing and thinking about it. I could have written some of it
myself - like this paragraph:
My frustration and disillusionment with a world gone mad has begun to affect my mental state. I’m losing my sense of outrage which has driven me to write for the last nine years. It isn’t worth the expended energy when it will change nothing. I’m resigned to the inevitability of economic collapse. It’s just a matter of when. Bloggers and writers who make a living at it, must write daily articles of doom to generate page views. Since no one can reliably predict the timing of the collapse, I’ve grown tired of reading and writing the same old shit.He's an advocate of the concept of Fourth Turnings, and argues that we're in one. It will take however long it takes. I've written about it several times, too, although tending to use the terms from Kondratiev Waves rather than Strauss and Howe's "Fourth Turning". Another column by either one of us isn't going to affect that.
I think we all agree that an economic collapse just seems unavoidable, but none of us know when and exactly what it will look like. I think today's failure by the Stupid Party to get rid of the nightmare of Obamacare makes it more likely. Things that can't go on won't go on. I'm frankly tired of beating on the Federal Reserve, their servants in the Federal government, and the phony money they've imposed on us. I'm especially sick to death of seeing virtually no one in power, very few in the media and no one with political influence harping on it.
Likewise, Adaptive Curmudgeon put up a piece 10 days ago talking about making the transition from a serious blog and to using much more humor.
Some time year ago (with many fits and starts and personal failures en route) I began to steer away from “serious” commentary. The world had enough overwrought hand-wringing. I thought it was good for the soul (in particular my soul) to let most of it go.
Longtime readers, I mean really long term, will probably have noticed that over the years I've tended to writing more about the shop, technical subjects and other lighter fare that I find more fun and interesting. More and more, I find myself getting to the time of day when I sit down to write and can't think of anything to talk about.
I think the first time I used this illustration of an innocent cargo ship
going over the edge of the world was in 2011, in
A Short Course on Why the Economy Was Going to Crap Anyway, Part 2.
Maybe it's time to write a story about ducks or lesbian squirrels or something. Nah... I was never any good at fiction writing.
That "frustration and disillusionment with a world gone mad" is why I shifted my emphasis from writing about the problems with too big a government, central banks and the kinds of things I wrote about most in the first several years of the blog to the technical stuff like the shop things, radio articles, and space stories I've been highlighting lately. They're the things I'm most interested in.
I'm sick of disaster porn; both reading it and writing it. I've been predicting an economic collapse since I started here in 2010, almost 100% based on reading predictions like that from perhaps a dozen different sources that said it was coming. While I think we're closer to a worldwide economic collapse than ever, I won't put a date on it because that's all but guaranteed to be wrong. To quote the Burning Platform up above, it's just a matter of when.
In fact, when I first heard of the Great Reset, I thought it was a plan to deal with the fact that all the largest economies in the world were flooded with Keynesian spending-created debt and it was a way to address what happens when all of those big economies collapse. It wasn't until I read more and found some of the true evil in the writings that I dropped my Pollyanna-ish optimism about these monsters.
“But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. ” Matthew 24:36, New International Version.