beat down for ollie

BEAT DOWN FOR OLLIE-post 1 today
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NOTE!  I'm accelerating my posting so that a week from now what I did write wasn't irreverent.  I'm only going to post two or three days in advance now instead of a week.  You'll get double articles a day to use up those extra articles.  Then, I'll post one full length article a day ( minimum 1k words ) and any updates I feel I need in much shorter articles.  Such as the ammo shortage.  You'll find it mentioned in an upcoming article, originally meant for a week from now.  By that time, it is too late, and you've already been updated at the end of a regular article as a note, or in the comments section ( I advise you read these to stay immediately up to date ).
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NOTE, continued.  I plan on returning to my NON-topical subject matter, in long overdrawn detail, IF and that is a big if, things return to normal.  But seeing the ever accelerating situation, I can't see, at least at present, clinging  stubbornly to the old format.  If you don't care for that, if I am wrong about this temporary change in your eyes, please feel free to let me know.  It isn't that I'm going to be Instant News that can necessarily help you, but at least I won't be hopelessly out of date.  On to the regular article.
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You all know my undisguised feelings towards Optimistic Ollie's. Not my favorite people. Now, that is not to say I hate you if you are optimistic. You honestly cannot help yourself. You are hardwired. And only pain reprograms hardwired behaviors. If you haven't suffered enough pain, your brain keeps its faulty programming. Well, guess what? It is time for a beat down, you cheery sonsa bitches. Hey, I have nothing against cheerfulness. I used to giggle like a little school girl every Monday, just pouring on the Happy, making everybody with The Monday's even more miserable and sad.

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Yes, sorry, it's true. I get abnormally cheerful at the delicious irony of other peoples suffering. To be fair, I laugh at myself quite a bit. Why not laugh at the human condition? We bring all this suffering on ourselves. We might as well enjoy our own dumbassness. Take that unhappy Monday. Why are you unhappy? Your job sucks. Why does your job suck? Because you can't quit. Why can't you quit? You have bills and obligations. Why do you have bills and obligations? Because you are a dumbass, valuing a huge amount of pain and suffering at work to avoid a little bit of pain and suffering at home, should you live within your means and not be pampered and wallowing in luxury.

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The wife made you do it? Or did YOU let the wife make you do it? You avoided a small amount of pain there, also. Then, a thousand small cuts later, you do not enjoy your job, your wife, your life. You, my fine feathered friend, are a dumbass. I'm not supposed to laugh at you? See what I mean? Now, to today's absurd condition. Very bad things are happening. Why? Because we kept avoiding a little pain here and a little pain there. And now, a flu that's not as bad as THE flu is kicking our ass.

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Let me try to put this in perspective. We had a Spanish Flu a century ago. It came on the heels of a world war, where, literally, an entire generation of young were machine-gunned down. Even the US, coming in at the last minute, because why help France after she fought for our independence, only helping after JP Morgan's profits were endangered, lost as many men as in the ten years in Vietnam. The Spanish Flu killed more than combat did, doubling that number. The Spanish Flu WAS the real deal, worse than some of the years of the Black Death ( but only because by then Europeans had a lot more immunity ).

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Did the economy melt down after the Spanish Flu? Did any of our manufacturing slow down because of the Spanish Flu? Not just NO, but probably the exact opposite. Everything went along just fine. The Spanish Flu killed millions, and Beer Virus kills a few thousand. Yet this time, the entire world is spinning apart like a Chinese designed high speed motor getting hit by debris. Now, I could bore you to tears talking about energy, the Oil Age, and etcetera, but I feel sorry for you. Especially now that your beloved Fracking Fuel industry is SO close to mortal destruction, the day I write this oil down near two thirds since Beer Virus started ( at least the opening after horrendous loses on the futures markets ).

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I'll just say that, like a terrible marriage, we as a civilization just kept making the easy choices to deal with problems. And it is now biting us on the ass. Our energy situation guarantees collapse, but as per usual throughout history, we make it worse for ourselves by our desperate clutching of luxury and decadence, our greed and laziness. The generation coming of age during this next die-off will be tougher and more pragmatic, more disciplined and realistic. They will make the hard choices, and flourish. But eventually their heirs will become once again soft and gooey marshmallow men. The cycle always completes.

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If you look at Rome, it lasted about five centuries. Yes, I'm aware of the “10 generation” theory ( Glubb? ). It is a great theory, but I've always been hesitant to accept it. Rome doubled that, and what about China? And now, the European Empire also has doubled that record. You can look at the US empire of 250 years, to conform to the theory, but I look at European Colonialism as lasting 500 years ( France still had economic vassals even after formal colonial dissolution, and Britain had an informal change of leadership over to the US, the former Brit colonies under de facto US control ).

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The empire was European, the game lasting much longer as administrative control shifted from one failed area to another more vibrant one. And before you bring up Eastern Rome, stop. Culturally, the two empires were completely different. I don't view them as the same entity. But however you do the math, empires don't always last 250 years. The Soviets come to mind. They controlled and or allied with over half the globes population, if not half the landmass. They were a real empire. And please don't chant happy capitalist songs. Your uber-capitalist country is imploding right now. How are we so much better than communism?

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Don't get me wrong. Go Team Red! Kill A Commie For Mommy! Death To Smurf Forces! I hate communism. But that doesn't make oligarchical globalism better. Globalism, waving the banner of laze-faire capitalism, was merely a wealth transfer in disguise. That we lapped up like poisoned milk. We have to own that complicity. We made the easy choices of acceptance and weary resignation. We let everything decline and collapse, culturally. Not that we really had any choice. Once something is historically inevitable, you can't stop the underlying forces. An empire always rises ( except during the Dark Age ) and it always falls. You can fight the trend, but the causes win.

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Beer Flu is no problem, barely an inconvenience. But the whole rotted system was far past due to collapse. It should have happened in 2005. No way the inevitable should have been postponed past 2008. But we did it, with helicopter money. The problem now being, after too many heavy loads without maintenance, the helicopter burnt out its engine. That is why tripling down on the money drop is no longer working. You have Fed workers pushing the blades by hand, and kicking out the cash to be picked up by any spare breeze. They are no longer airborne.

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Do you REALLY believe we recover from yet another financial and energy emergency, or can you finally accept that optimism is no longer warranted? What does it take to change your mind? Unemployment? Homelessness? Divorce? All three at once? Yeah, sorry, if that marriage was held together by your optimism and ass kissing, expect an illicit liquidation of assets and a hasty clandestine departure. All these pampered Barbie Princesses who grew up in societies tender embrace, earning participation trophies and demanding a stop to Fat Shaming actually think some other poor shlub will want to support their sorry ass.

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If you think the economic collapse is a done deal, as is a divorce, better lose the employment prior to her leaving you. Otherwise, no mercy in the divorce court. Quit the job, liquidate, move to junk land. Buy two acres, one for her so she gets half the assets. Just saying. I hereby officially proclaim that this crap is going to get real, and a lot worse than we think. Buckle up, Ollie.

( .Y. )

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note: Holy Friggin Crap Stain, Batman!  Sunday afternoon the Fed lowered interest rate one full percentage point to ZERO!!!  As an afterthought, why not throw another $700 billion of liquidity in?  Not a problem, barely an inconvenience.  If, which I doubt, the market rallies, it will only be a day day affair, me thinks.  More likely, it just proves to everyone the bankers have lost control.  This is not only a giant size popcorn for the best show ever, it has cocaine and unicorn sprinkles on top.  Am I entertained now? Oh, hell yeah!
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note: truth is stranger than fiction, but if you need further stimulus HERE is a novel channeling "Dawn Of The Dead", in a Free For Today book 
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