Global Social Disintegration Prior To The Dollar Meltdown

[cronus]

Only the top few will 'run to the hills leaving their wills behind' but the top few will be enough to shift other folk in the pack. So there must be a 'golden hour' before the sinking scene on this global socio-economic Titanic. All told I don't expect you'll believe it but the world is running out of paper and ink for dollar bills. The time coming up will be the same as any other for most folks. If you use the time well, you will edge your bets on surviving to see interesting times in the lifeboat.

[JimC]

"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.


The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.


"It's looking crook," said Daniel Croke;
"Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad."


"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.


And so around the chorus ran
"It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."


"The crops are done; ye'll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke
They're singin' out for rain.


"They're singin' out for rain," he said,
"And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.


"There won't be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There's not a blade on Casey's place
As I came down to Mass."


"If rain don't come this month," said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak -
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If rain don't come this week."


A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.


"We want an inch of rain, we do,"
O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two
To put the danger past.


"If we don't get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."


In God's good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.


And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.


It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o'-Bourke.


And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If this rain doesn't stop."


And stop it did, in God's good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.


And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o'er the fence.


And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place
Went riding down to Mass.


While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.


"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."

[cronus]

Stock market riding high someone will take advantage of the weather come october. Then the mob will short the market to the ground.

[laklak]

Ha! Brill, Jim. I hadn't seen that poem before.

[cronus]

Ha! Brill, Jim. I hadn't seen that poem before.

Poem won't cure my initial thesis.

[laklak]

Transformative power of art, man.

[cronus]

Transformative power of art, man.

Yeah, but he's used that poem before. I'm waiting for something new here.

[laklak]

Ecclesiastes 1:9

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun

[cronus]

Ecclesiastes 1:9

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

[piscator]

Ecclesiastes 1:9

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun

Ummm, the Poincare Conjecture has been solved. I bet the Preacher never saw that one coming!

[laklak]

Ammo, toilet paper, antibiotics - the currency of the future. Oh, cigarettes and alcohol in the short term.

[JimC]

Transformative power of art, man.

Yeah, but he's used that poem before. I'm waiting for something new here.

I have to restrain myself from popping it into every one of your threads...

[macdoc]

antibiotics

nope - fucked on that count