You gotta be worried when the Prime Minister is doing his damnedest to keep the economy “strong”  and I think times are going to be pretty tight if not hard, very soon. I have this sense of doom invading my psyche and it isn’t just my general neurosis speaking. It goes somewhat deeper than that. I have a premonition that when the going gets tough I’ll cave into a blubbering mess. It’s already difficult enough trying to keep my head above water and if extra struggles are piled on top I’m not sure how I’ll react. I guess I lived through one recession and I can somehow get through another. At the end of the day there isn’t much I can do about the impending doom so it serves no useful purpose in imagining the horrors to come but my mind excels in catastrophic mind games.

Two sides are on every coin and the silver lining on the face of one side of the coin is an appreciation of how good things have been for me to date. If anything, a lesson can be drawn from the economic crash 2008 and that is to always appreciate what you have because it could always be worse and the ethereal “good times” ought to be celebrated more so, if only because they can be short lived. Only time will tell if Capitalism can draw us out of the rut in time to save us from the nonchalant face of hardship.

In some sense the natural state of being is surfacing. From Dionysian excess, the fall back to the nourishing earth to decay for the next regeneration and rebirth. The cycle of decay and rebirth, chaos from order, order from chaos, excited molecules reaching the end of their life to morph into more stable associations. The economy can be no different, how can it escape the natural order anymore than we can?

It’s self evident that we exceeded the confines of Evolutionary Stable Strategy when we started writing blank cheques to the real estate market thinking inflationary theory could be unconstrained and the elasticity was infinite. I guess the people who masterminded the sub-prime scheme benefited but once the yield strength of the elastic band holding it all together started to spring back the tension was more than the rest of the market could contain. So we are just beginning the momentum to perhaps land back further than where we began.

So it is with this imaginary entity that we worship at the alter of the Multi-Plex:

Capitalism has made it this way. Old fashioned fascism will take it away.

The Beautiful People – Marilyn Manson – Antichrist Superstar

And perhaps we will see fascism take it away because if the current President of the United States of America – our esteemed G W Bush, uses his Patriot Act powers to declare a national emergency and extend his Presidency, as the conspiracy theorists claim is within his powers, then we may well see a fascist state incorporating a new capitalist agenda to suit the whims of some madman who is at the helm.

When all is said and done, it is extraordinarily profound, this system we have; when blank cheques can be written to manipulate a market (isn’t that exactly what the sub-prime scheme was about?) and when defaulted mortgages can be bought and sold like they were gold. When trillions of so called value can be wiped in the blink of an eye and yet have no physical currency disappear. When debt is the measure of prosperity and wealth. These things certainly defy logic and then to have Governments prop the economies up with real cash slaps us in the face with indignity.

Is this the society and system that we hold so dear and indeed are willing to lay our lives on the line for? All this anguish so we can wear our Calvin Klein underwear and display the label over pants that are falling off our arses? So we can have our KFC and McDonald’s on every corner block. So we can watch the latest installment of “reality” in an unreal house with Big Brother watching on our 50″ plasma and LCD HDTV’s? So we can be in a constant state of yearning – that happiness is only a sale away. “Capitalism has made it this way”….indeed, prophetic words from a zoid wearing gothic makeup – Go Figure!

Remind me again – What is the definition of insanity?

Not a very inspiring day today. I’m not all that driven to write but what’s the point of having a blog if I’m not gonna fill up the memory hole with fresh new adventures and drivel. Nothing notable happened today and maybe it is why I feel the dregs of the void pulling at me, trying to suck me into the abyss; but I’m fighting gravity with what little strength I possess. Actually I feel like falling into it and letting it take me into whatever realm it sees fit. In truth I feel like a boost, but the sort of boost I desire is not of this world, rather a synthesis from it. An enhancement that is not of natural means. However, it is futile allowing myself to be swept away with whimsical fancies when the consequences of reaching for the sun is more than a bad case of sun burn.

The cunning little devil fueling my flight into madness is whispering her lies into my ears, trying a seduction that is too old and weary to be taken seriously. Yet, it’s curious that she has awoken after such a long slumber. Perhaps she never sleeps with full unconscious abandonment. Always the opportunist, awaiting moments of weakness to suggest one more flirtatious fling, a dance for old times sake. As long as I don’t become too tired I should be able to quell her unwanted advances but one can never be too sure. If I’m to believe the soothsayers then the old she-devil is out doing push ups while I sleep, but I have trouble picturing a devil really needing physical exertion to build muscle mass and it seems to me muscle bulk is not really a part of her appeal or strength anyway. Her real appeal lies in the promises of uncovering the secret, the promise of unraveling the veil that shrouds her dark eyes so that one may peer into the abyss and see the unseen. To clasp reality in the palms of ones hands; to posses and shape it as if it were a lump of clay. To be able fly with the gods and not be concerned with the trivialities of humanity. To become more than human. That is what she offers but cannot deliver. As the seduction unfolds so too does one’s sanity, the price that is ultimately paid to see what cannot be seen.

Alas, the truth turns out to be lies and once caught in her spell it is difficult to relinquish yourself from it. But still, sometimes lies are more preferable to the mediocre. I guess that is why she is persistent and never willing to entirely disappear from memory, because having had carnal knowledge of the mind, she does possess the advantage of pulling a trick or two in times of unwary listlessness.