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Thursday, August 13, 2026

Bill Bonner, "Wall Street's Odor of Decay"

"Wall Street's Odor of Decay"
by Bill Bonner
Poitou, France - "A quick weather alert. All week long, our computer - somehow in league with the French authorities - has alerted us to an Extreme Heat Advisory. Today, the temperature will be pushing up to 100 degrees. Tomorrow, too. The Mirror: "Extreme heat is gripping the UK and Europe this summer, with nearly half of England and all of Wales officially in a drought. England’s Environment Agency and Natural Resources Wales announced their driest months on record, marking the third time they’ve been broken over the past five years. It comes in the wake of four record-breaking heatwaves since May, which Chloe Brimicombe, a climate scientist at the University of Oxford, explained that adaptation to and mitigation of climate change are urgently needed. “We need better long-term planning.”

The Washington Post: "Few places around the world have experienced more unusual heat and drought recently than Europe. A record late-spring heat dome was a harbinger. Then the heat domes just kept coming. These extreme conditions have turned once-lush landscapes dusty brown. Rhine and Danube rivers have been particularly affected."

Is this just the random movement of weather patterns? Or does it bespeak a more profound change...towards the final furnace? We don’t know...but here in France it feels End Times-ish. Scorched earth. Zombie trees, still standing but dead to the heartwood. Ground so dry the grass crunches like glass beneath your feet. And people, like the remnants after the fall of Rome, cower in their houses afraid to show their faces in the light of day. A heat apocalypse? We don’t know. But a summer rain is in the forecast for Saturday.

Meanwhile...There is the odor of decay on Wall Street too. It smells as though the AI brew may be getting ready to turn.

There are three main groups in the AI complex. There are the chipmakers — Nvidia leading the pack, followed by Broadcom, Micron, AMD, ASML and TSMC. They are the pick and shovel sellers. Together, they are said to be worth $11 trillion. But they have only free cash flow of $236 billion. The theoretical investor, if he could buy the whole group and pocket the FCF, could expect to get paid back by the year 2073.

That assumes that no new tech comes along in the next half-a-century to compete with them...and no further capital spending (no new innovations requiring investment) are necessary. We might as well assume that the Baltimore Orioles will win the pennant each year for the next half a century too. But at least we see, once again, how hard it is to make money from an investment when it is over-priced at the get-go.

What sends the chipmakers into orbit is spending by another piece of the confabulation - the ‘hyperscalers’ - Microsoft, Alphabet, Apple, Oracle and Meta. These are companies that survived and grew fat after the last big boom/bust cycle in tech. They are worth, together, about $16 trillion. Now, instead of sharing out earnings with stockholders, they spend their money on capital investments (Capex) trying to stay on top of the latest tech innovations. Which just goes to show how hard it is to make money in new tech at all; there is always newer tech.

Their total Capex for the next twelve months is said to equal to nearly 3% of GDP. And there’s the trick. The money, flowing into the AI cluster, flatters sales and profits for them all. Capital goes into one company...and is taken as income by another. The casual investor sees the whole whoop-de-doo as a boom...and is desperate to get a ticket before the show leaves town.

Finally, there are the explorers and miners themselves...OpenAI, Anthropic, xAI among the most prominent. In turn, they contract with the chipmakers and hyperscalers...providing more ‘proof of concept’ and further exciting the AI bulls. Behind them all is the hunch that if we were to reduce the cost of knowledge...thereby eliminating the salaries of the people who have it...we’d all be a lot better off.

But it’s all very well to make something cool. Then you have to sell it. Henry Ford doubled his auto factory wages...giving ordinary workers the money they needed to be automobile owners. In the AI revolution, however, instead of doubling their employees’ wages, AI is firing them. Forbes: "Companies Are Firing Workers To Fund AI That Isn’t Working Yet." In the Dot.com craze, investors believed internet traffic would double every 100 days. So, presumably, would sales. Success depended on getting as many ‘eyeballs’ as possible.

But now AI may actually pluck out the ‘eyeballs’ it needs to pay for itself. Eventually, as in all other big tech revolutions, the displaced workers will find new sources of revenue. Perhaps, as in ages past, they will rent themselves out as grooms, gardeners and chamber maids on the vast estates of the AI impresarios. But between the pink slip and the livery, it could be a rough transition.

And while the eyeball base may be shrinking, we are supposed to believe that the big AI ‘labs’ have a tollbooth on the road to tomorrow. This is not an impossible thing. The costs of entry into the business are so high that, like oil retailers, there are naturally only a few of them. Or, citing reasons of ‘national security,’ the feds might take charge of the turnpike themselves. The big tech bosses stood shoulder to shoulder with Donald Trump at his second inauguration. Could some public/private backroom deal be in the works, forcing AI traffic onto a few controlled highways - with regulated tollbooths? Maybe.

But every bubble eventually makes eye contact with its pin. The AI craze is facing all the prickly thorns that typically doom an investment mania. Most important, whatever trickle of profit the industry eventually produces will be dwarfed by the torrents of investment capital that have flooded in to get it.

After the high-water mark in 1999, Microsoft, a genuine success story, saw its stock price cut in half. For Intel investors, the pain was much worse. The stock did not recover until this year - more than a quarter of a century after the bust. And JDS Uniphase investors, just to take a name from one of the tombstones, lost 97% of their money. The pin is patient. But we doubt AI investors will do much better."

Todd Hayen, "Deep Sea Fishing"

"Deep Sea Fishing"

Ed Note: I decided today to run the first article ever published by this Substack back on April 1, 2022 (or, it could have been the second, not sure). This seems like an obvious description of “limited hangout,” a term not yet made popular. Enjoy!

"Every good fisherman knows that reeling in a big fish takes skill and conscious intention. One of the first things they learn is that you can’t just crank in the big guy with one effortless winding up of the line. It takes finesse, a dance of sorts. While always keeping a steady line, you bring them in slowly, with the primary focus on wearing them out, almost hypnotizing them into compliance.

A popular fishing website HUK says this about the process: "Remember that too much tension can snap the line and when large fish decide to make a run for it, the worst thing you can do is try to keep them in place. By fighting their runs, all you are doing is increasing the chances that your line will break and your prize will get away. Instead, set the drag so the fish can take out line while still tiring itself. This will wear down the fish; eventually their runs will get shorter, less violent, and less frequent."

Hmmm. Sounds a bit too close for comfort, eh? I am afraid I am not all that excited about the current hoopla regarding our apparent victory over the mainstream narrative. I simply don’t believe it entirely. We’ve made a run, so to speak, maybe have gotten too rowdy, too powerful, and we are being given a bit of slack so we don’t break the line. This run is not being executed only by the folks on our side of the fence, but by the sheep as well. We are ALL tired, we are all ready to get out of this mess and call it a day.

It seems like a sensible tactic on their part—to let out a little line, but still keeping us hooked and apparently still in their control. All this euphoria about us finally winning the battle and that the narrative is finally crumbling indicates to me that we may be getting lost in the weeds of apparent success and the hook and line is still, in reality, firmly embedded in our flesh, only to suddenly reel us in again, after a dizzying and disorienting taste of freedom. I don’t like it.

Most everyone is familiar with the 1950’s Harvard experiment conducted by a rather soulless Curt Richter. Rats were placed in a tank where they had to frantically tread water to survive. Typically they lasted only 15 minutes or so before giving up, sinking, and subsequently drowning. A second set of experiments showed that if the rats were saved right before their demise, dried off and given a little respite, and then again returned to the tank of water, they could tread, and stay alive, for up to 60 hours. They called this the “hope experiment,” which is relevant to the current happenings. 

To maintain the narrative, people must maintain some sort of hope. When we are about to throw in the towel we are given a little slack in the line, and when the pressure hits again—with a new variant, a new virus, or, in a radical right turn, a nuclear war threat—we can sustain our loyalty, and ultimate compliance, believing we will not drown but will be saved at the last minute by our surrogate parents and archetypal “protectors.” These tactics work in different ways with the masses on opposing sides of the fence. The sheep need the slack when they are about to throw in the towel of compliance. The rest of us are not about to throw in the towel, but are about to gain greater potential of harm to the narrative—they respond to both situations with the same tactic, but with different results depending on where you sit in this whole mess.

This “hope experiment” reminds me of BF Skinner’s work (also a psychology research scientist of Harvard fame—many also believed Skinner has very little soul). His work with pigeons pressing levers to get food led him to conclude that a type of “uncertainty principle” affected animals, and thus people. If the food was dispensed at variable intervals, the pigeons went nuts, pecking the lever incessantly. There was no rhyme or reason when the reward would come, therefore the pecking never stopped. You can see how this psychology is relevant here (and yes, as much as I hate to admit this, behavioral science is indeed real, it doesn’t give answers to all questions, but humans, at times, do indeed behave like rats and pigeons). If something is given, taken away, given again, taken away again, at what seems to be for irrational and unpredictable reasons, you create craziness: variable intervals of tension and release. Good way to mess around with people’s heads.

It seems what we are seeing now with the seeming turning of the mainstream narrative is too calculated, too fast, too easy, and simply not as deep as it needs to be to declare victory. Where are the arrests and prosecutions of government officials or Big Pharma officials? Where is the accountability of the thousands who have been injured by the vaccines? Where is the admission that this all was a horrible attempt to create a New World Order?—A Great Reset? The allies in World War II had to literally LEVEL Germany before those bastards gave up. I don’t think this “victory” is going to be this easy.

James Corbett, of “The Corbett Report” put it succinctly recently on his program “New World Next Week”. Corbett said: “This isn’t the kill shot, literally or metaphorically, this is the first salvo in a years long, decades long, process of re-engineering the governing principle of society into the biosecurity state, and this is just about re-laying the infrastructure.” Corbett goes on to say there is likely much more to come, another virus even more deadly and scary, for example, and that everything is now all geared up and ready for the next horrifying event.

So maybe Covid IS finished. It has possibly been tapped out. Maybe it didn’t make the full mark that was expected, maybe it wasn’t deadly enough, or maybe the variants didn’t propel the boosters forward as expected. Maybe the vaccine wasn’t intended to be such a dud. Or, maybe it all worked out exactly as planned. Regardless, they did make a rather substantial move. At the very least they have been successful in normalizing nearly every major goal they had set. The goals such as digital passports, social credit scoring, digital currency, and blind, stupefying, sheep-like compliance, to name just a few, maybe are not as deeply ensconced in the day to day operation of society as they had expected, but these concepts certainly are normalized now as active probabilities in the minds of the masses (and some of them, such as “blind stupefying sheep-like compliance”, are well established). It will take much less future effort to drop them into place, fully functioning.

Hannah Arendt, one of the past century’s most incredible heroes of truth, said in her seminal work "The Origins of Totalitarianism": A mixture of gullibility and cynicism had been an outstanding characteristic of mob mentality before it became an everyday phenomenon of masses. In an ever-changing, incomprehensible world the masses had reached the point where they would, at the same time, believe everything and nothing, think that everything was possible and that nothing was true. The mixture in itself was remarkable enough, because it spelled the end of the illusion that gullibility was a weakness of unsuspecting primitive souls and cynicism the vice of superior and refined minds. Mass propaganda discovered that its audience was ready at all times to believe the worst, no matter how absurd, and did not particularly object to being deceived because it held every statement to be a lie anyhow. The totalitarian mass leaders based their propaganda on the correct psychological assumption that, under such conditions, one could make people believe the most fantastic statements one day, and trust that if the next day they were given irrefutable proof of their falsehood, they would take refuge in cynicism; instead of deserting the leaders who had lied to them, they would protest that they had known all along that the statement was a lie and would admire the leaders for their superior tactical cleverness.

Although I do not believe that the masses see everything as a lie, I do believe if it were proven to be a lie, it would have nearly no impact. I have not heard yet from the sheep side any sort of eating of humble pie. All this that is happening is seen as “business as usual” from the sheep . . . maybe some things have come to light that were just not known before (according to them), but they see this as a victory of their own—they have beat Covid by wearing masks, locking down, vilifying the nasty unvaccinated. The “I told you so’s” from our side of the fence are falling on deaf years. “The crazies on the Right have beaten up the hero-god Fauci, but he is still the hero-god to most.” As Arendt so deftly points out, the sheep continue to “admire their leaders for their superior tactical cleverness” as a result of any “backing down and changing the narrative” as we believe Fauci has exhibited in our own interpretation.

Yes, some have “flipped” so to speak. Maybe many have. But this is where the fishing analogy comes to light. The powers that be see the sheep taking a run, albeit maybe a small one, but a run nonetheless, they are hearing the masses grumbling about the efficacy of the vaccines, the pointlessness of taking the booster—the weariness of lockdowns, masks, and social restrictions. They say, “maybe it is time to give them a little slack . . . to let them have a bit of a rest . . . before we reel them in for the final scoop into the net, the flop into the bucket . . . and the trip to the taxidermist”. So some of them started to flip (run) and the narrative shifts to give them slack.

All that being said, I don’t think much has changed in sheep-ville. Certainly most normies have never bought into what is to be found in the depths of the rabbit hole that imply a greater horror above the levels of government, viruses, and vaccines (as James Corbett points out). Few see a problem with digital currency, loss of constitutional freedoms, social credit, vaccine passports or the like. The agenda in this overarching echelon of control can, as it stands now, continue unfettered, Covid or no Covid. From this perspective, we’ve really won nothing at all. Can we call anything a victory as long as Fauci and his NIAID, NIH, HHS, FDA and CDC compatriots and minions remain standing? As long as the smear campaign to eliminate effective and inexpensive treatments continues? As long as vaccines are mandated or even just recommended without informed consent? Can we declare any sort of victory as long as people continue to suffer from vaccine injury and are not even accounted for? Can we really believe the narrative is crumbling when the perpetrators of these heinous crimes against constitution and humanity are not brought to justice? Can we sleep easy under the false euphoria of victory as long as tens of thousands of medical doctors and researchers and scientists go on being persecuted through the loss of careers and reputation and free speech? I could go on and on. No, we are not even beginning to see this narrative “crumble” until quite a bit more evidence is brought to light that this just isn’t another tactic in this ongoing agenda.

But. . .  maybe I am wrong. Maybe it just takes a little time to kill all of the hydra’s heads. Just killing one won’t do it, they will just grow back, but maybe we have just killed one or two heads and it will take time to go all the way through them, killing them all. Maybe the Trucker’s Convoy, the Boris Johnson announcements in the UK, the US Supreme Court ruling are indeed signs of the agenda crumbling, a few of the many hydra heads being lopped off by the swords of justice and sane thinking. I don’t want to give up hope, but I do think at the very least we must continue to be wary, with swords continually drawn and always at the ready."

"The Daily Global Oil Deficit Is Even Higher Than Originally Projected, And That Means That The Energy Crisis Is About To Greatly Escalate"

by Michael Snyder

"Since war with Iran erupted in February, the world has been using a lot more oil than it has been producing. The good news is that we had a tremendous amount of extra oil sitting around. As a result, we have been able to avoid shortages and we have been able to serve as the supplier of last resort for nations all over the globe. The bad news is that our commercial oil inventories are now almost entirely depleted, and the U.S. Strategic Petroleum Reserve is being drained very rapidly. We will soon hit a wall, and when that happens the global energy crisis will start getting really crazy.

According to the International Energy Agency, the amount of oil being produced globally each day is falling faster than they originally projected…Global oil ​supply will fall by ~4% and oil demand is set for a deeper contraction this year, as renewed hostilities in the Middle East push up fuel prices and weigh on consumption, the International Energy Agency said in its ‌monthly oil market report on Wednesday. The Paris-based agency sees global oil ​supply falling by 4.3M bbl/day this year, compared with the 3.7M bbl/day forecast in the IEA’s July report, ​which would take total supply to the IEA’s lowest forecast yet for this year at 102M bbl/day.

At this stage, global demand for oil is well above global supply. In fact, the International Energy Agency is now expecting the world to run an oil deficit of approximately 1.8 million barrels a day during the third quarter of this year. That is “more than double its previous estimate”…The result would put ⁠global oil supply ~1.27M bbl/day below demand this year, widening from an 860K bbl/day deficit implied from the IEA’s July forecasts. “Global ​oil supply has fallen well below demand due to the Strait of Hormuz shutdown, the U.S. blockade of Iranian exports, attacks within the Bab el-Mandeb Strait ​and reduced Kazakh CPC Blend exports,” the IEA said. For Q3, the IEA expects the global oil market to run a deficit ‌of 1.8M bbl/day, more than double its previous estimate of ~800K bbl/day and the deepest quarterly deficit since Q4 2021.

I realize that there is a lot of technical jargon there, and so let me try to break this down very simply. Things are a lot worse than they thought they would be. Now our commercial oil inventories have almost disappeared and the U.S. Strategic Petroleum Reserve has fallen under 300 million barrels for the first time since early 1983… Crude oil stockpiles in the U.S. Strategic Petroleum Reserve have fallen below 300 million barrels, the lowest level in more than four decades, as global inventories stay under pressure due to the Iran war. The SPR fell by 6.1 million barrels to 298.7 million barrels last week, according to data released by the Department of Energy on Monday. The reserve, created in 1975, is at its lowest level since January 1983.

Of course we will not be able to use all of that oil. There is a certain level that we cannot go below, and apparently more than 25 percent of the oil is “physically inaccessible” for various reasons…More than a quarter of that oil is physically inaccessible, blocked by failing pumps, corroded pipes, and underground salt caverns that have deformed beyond their operational parameters, according to internal government documents reviewed by Sputnik. The finding means the actual emergency capacity of the American energy backstop is smaller, and slower to deploy, than any headline barrel count conveys.

We are being told that we have about 40 days left. What will we do after that? Already, diesel prices are starting to go through the roof…U.S. and European diesel prices rose sharply on Monday after attacks on refineries in Russia and Saudi Arabia added to supply disruptions, raising ​concerns for farmers in need of the fuel for the planting season ‌in the Northern Hemisphere and harvesting season in the Southern Hemisphere.

The U.S. ultra-low sulfur diesel futures contract rose 7.4% to settle at $4.19 a gallon on Monday, the biggest gains since July 13. European ​diesel refining margins, measured as the difference between the price of fuel ​and the cost of crude oil, rose nearly 10%. The surge followed confirmation of ⁠an attack by Ukraine on a refinery in Russia’s Tatarstan region and another attack by ​Yemen’s Houthis on the Jazan refinery in Saudi Arabia. The Jazan refinery has been ​shut since July 27 due to an earlier strike by the Houthis, and plans to restart it have been postponed from August 15 to August 30, according to industry monitor IIR Energy.

It is just a matter of time before we see diesel shortages start to pop up all over the world. This will greatly affect farmers and truckers. What we really need is for the conflict in the Middle East to end and for traffic to start flowing through the Strait of Hormuz like it did before the war. But that is not going to happen because there isn’t going to be a deal.

The Iranians are insisting that President Trump must agree to all of their demands before they will reopen the Strait, and there is no way that President Trump will ever do that. So for now Trump is maintaining the naval blockade on Iran and he is declaring that the U.S. has “total control over the Strait of Hormuz”… “The U.S.A. has total control over the Strait of Hormuz,” he wrote. “I THINK WE WILL KEEP IT! Our Naval Blockade is being called, by everyone, ‘A WALL OF STEEL,’ and there is nothing Iran can do about it. They have no Navy, they have no Air Force, their remaining soldiers are unpaid, the IRGC is decimated and fleeing, and their ‘Leadership’ is uncertain, at best! They have No Money – Their country is ‘shot.'”

Both sides can argue about who controls what, but nobody can deny that hardly anything is getting through. In fact, only 8 vessels traveled through the Strait of Hormuz on Tuesday… The number of vessels tracked transiting the Strait of Hormuz fell to a one-week low of eight, according to data reported by the Reuters news agency, as the ongoing conflict and stalemate kept shipping companies away from the vital waterway. Tuesday’s tally of eight vessels fell below a 10-day average of about 12, for the lowest daily count since August 5, according to Kpler data reported by Reuters. Around 130 ships a day passed through the vital waterway before the war started on February 28. A drop from 130 ships to 8 ships is a disaster.

The world desperately needs the oil, natural gas, fertilizer and petrochemicals that normally travel through the Strait of Hormuz. But now very few shipowners are willing to have their extremely expensive vessels make that trip. Iran has been hitting one commercial vessel after another, and one tanker that recently got attacked has spilled oil over an area of 155 square miles

Oil from a spill off Oman has started to reach the country’s mainland, the U.N.’s shipping body said on Wednesday, according to the Reuters news agency. “Oil is drifting offshore to the northeast of [Oman’s] Al-Qibliyyah Island, with some oil reported to be reaching ⁠the mainland. Oil spill contingency planning is in place,” a spokesperson at the International Maritime Organization (IMO) said. The oil is believed to be leaking from the grounded tanker Caroline Bezengi, with the slick now covering almost 155 square miles, according to the Omani government.

Meanwhile, the Houthis continue to fire missiles at commercial vessels in the Red Sea
All of this has enormous implications for our economy. An extended energy crisis will essentially guarantee a major global economic downturn. We are already witnessing big problems in Japan and in Europe. Here in the United States, we lost 23,000 jobs last month, and the employment numbers for 21 of the last 30 months have been revised down
As I have discussed previously, the size of the U.S. workforce has shrunk by more than a million people over the past year. Just think about that. More than a million workers have simply disappeared from the workforce somehow. Sadly, if the crisis in the Middle East is not resolved things will get a lot worse. Our entire way of life depends upon cheap energy, and we now find ourselves in unprecedented territory."

Adventures With Danno, "Stock Up Now At Kroger!"

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Adventures With Danno, 8/13/26
"Stock Up Now At Kroger!"
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Wednesday, August 12, 2026

"Alert! US Planning Massive Attack! Iran 'No Negotiations'; Red Skies Canada! Russia Mobilizing"

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Canadian Prepper, 8/12/26
"Alert! US Planning Massive Attack! Iran 'No Negotiations'; 
Red Skies Canada! Russia Mobilizing"
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Adventures With Danno, "Gas Prices Soar Overnight, What's Next?!"

Adventures With Danno, 8/12/26
"Gas Prices Soar Overnight, What's Next?!"
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Musical Interlude: Deuter, "Music of the Night: East of The Full Moon"

Deuter, 
"Music of the Night: East of The Full Moon"

"A Look to the Heavens"

"Some spiral galaxies are seen nearly sideways. Most bright stars in spiral galaxies swirl around the center in a disk, and seen from the side, this disk can appear quite thin. Some spiral galaxies appear even thinner than NGC 3717, which is actually seen tilted just a bit. Spiral galaxies form disks because the original gas collided with itself and cooled as it fell inward. Planets may orbit in disks for similar reasons.
The featured image by the Hubble Space Telescope shows a light-colored central bulge composed of older stars beyond filaments of orbiting dark brown dust. NGC 3717 spans about 100,000 light years and lies about 60 million light years away toward the constellation of the Water Snake (Hydra)."

"But I Can Pretend..."

“I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come and Gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...”
- Olethros, in “Sandman”

"Steve Jobs: A Billionaire's Last Words"

"Steve Jobs: A Billionaire's Last Words"
by Ella D. Tran

"On his deathbed at the age of 56 from pancreatic cancer Steve Jobs said this... "I have reached the pinnacle of success in business. In the eyes of others, my life is the epitome of success. However, apart from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is just a fact of life that I am accustomed to.

At this moment, lying on my sick bed and looking back on my entire life, I realize that all the praise and riches I was so proud of have faded and become insignificant in the face of impending death.

You can hire someone to drive the car for you, make money for you, but you can't have someone carry the disease for you. Lost material things can be found. But there is one thing you can never find when you lose "Life".

When a person enters the operating room, he or she will realize that there is a book that he or she has not yet finished reading: “The Book of Healthy Living.” Whatever stage of life we ​​are in at the moment, we will eventually face the day when the curtain falls. Feel affection, love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends... Treat yourself well. Appreciate others.

As we grow older and therefore wiser, we gradually realize that wearing a $300 watch or a $30 watch both tell the same time...Whether we carry a $300 wallet or a $30 wallet, the amount of money inside is the same; Whether you drive a $150,000 car or a $30,000 car, the road and distance are the same and you arrive at the same destination. Whether you drink a $300 bottle of wine or a $10 bottle, the hangover is the same; whether the house we live in is 300 square meters or 3000 square meters, the loneliness is the same.

You will realize that your true inner happiness does not come from the material things of this world. Whether you fly first class or economy, if the plane goes down, it goes down with it…

So… I hope you realize, when you have companions, friends and old friends, brothers and sisters, with whom you chat, laugh, talk, sing, talk about north-south-east-west or about heaven and earth. Enjoy life and don't obsess over material things." He was silent for several minutes, then uttered his final words, "Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Oh, wow..."

John Wilder, "The Amusement Singularity"

"The Amusement Singularity"
by John Wilder

"After a meeting, a colleague and I sat down in my office. “Man, it has been a long year,” I said. “Yes, it’s like we haven’t had a moment to rest for months.” This really made me think. I chatted with several other people, and for them as well this year had been relentless as far as the pace of the year. It wasn’t necessarily bad, mind you, there was just something always going on. All the time.

I think, partially, is that we’re seeing the inevitable consequences of Wilder’s Law of Greatest Amusement – that principle that says that, given two likely outcomes, inevitably the most amusing outcome will occur. For whatever reason, I don’t think that this is an accident – I think it might be hard-coded into the fabric of the Universe by a Creator with more than a little sense of humor. I mean, propane, right?

I don’t know if amusement is hard-coded, but I do know that the amount of change, or “novelty” that we’re seeing on a regular basis is off the charts. If I were to make a comparison, many weeks during 2024 have contained more fundamental change than was seen in the lifetimes of most medieval peasants. Really.

I mean, many peasants were born and died in the same mud-hut with only change being repair on the thatched roof. Most peasants saw no meaningful changes at all to church, governance, demographics, or technology – in their entire lives. The most that they had to look forward to was to one day wear a hat made up of a very larger turnip. If they were lucky.

In the span of Pa Wilder’s lifetime, Pa went from his first rides being in a horsedrawn buggy to watching man set foot on the Moon before he was fifty. And let’s not forget that within one human lifespan Russia went from a Czarist empire to a communist hellhole to a, well, whatever it is today. I mean, they love ice dancing, right?

This change appears to be happening at a faster and faster rate. Alice Cooper (who I met, and he’s very chill) noted this back in the 1970s with the lyrics to Generation Landslide that I’ve referenced before: “Stop at full speed at 100 miles per hour, the Colgate® Invisible Shield™ finally got ‘em.” It seems like we’re on a treadmill of innovation and that treadmill keeps getting faster and faster.

Part of it, of course, is that more information is available now than at any time in history. I can look up, without leaving my writing chair, information on almost any topic and get results. This allows people to very quickly make use of the solutions that others have found to problems. I can’t count the number of times that an Internet search or a YouTube® video has provided enough information to solve a problem that only an expert could have solved even twenty years ago.

There are some problems with this – why innovate when there’s a good enough solution on the Internet? It might stifle some solutions that bright people faced with a problem and no Internet would have solved, perhaps in a better way, without the information. But, on balance, it probably has created a lot of wealth, having this information store solving problems daily. However, it certainly has sped up the world.

When I was learning how to play chess at more than a “move the pieces correctly” level, Pa Wilder took my impulsive nature and said, “Wait. Stop. Look at the board. Think.” It is probably no surprise that taking that advice made my play much, much better overnight. But it also forced me to be able to think about the game more systematically, and to find things that otherwise I would have missed.

Taking time to contemplate actually made me a better thinker. Now, I figure that (at work) I have between 700 and 1400 contact points a week, and probably 60 decisions (mostly minor) an hour. The time that I have to sit, contemplate, and plan is nearly zero due to the near-constant “urgent” stream of activity. Not only that, many people are required to be connected to their positions via cell phone nearly constantly.

Long term, I think this constant stream of connection is horrible for people and is making many of them miserable. I’ve wondered if the nearly constant stream of psychological problems and psych medications that plague kids today was related to an adversity-free upbringing where outrage was fostered by GloboLeft teachers. I think, in part, it is. But the information flow that they’re steeped into is at least an order of magnitude higher than when I was a kid, and probably two or three times that.

It turns our perception of time into an eternal now – with one novel event following another in rapid succession as we head to a singularity of amusement. An assassination attempt on a presidential candidate is rare, a presidential candidate “nominee in all but name” dropping out happening in the same month while a billionaire shitposts about it and X® posts and engagements reach an all-time high? As A.I. generated content is now likely surpassing human-created written content, and will likely soon surpass human illustration content. In a year or two? Maybe it surpasses human-generated video. Yeah. The amusement is accelerating. Until it can’t.

The solution is simple, unplug, turn it down, and relax in contemplation. The next time I have a problem? I’ll figure out how to do it myself and skip YouTube® and end up with another comical tale of how not to remove bodily hair with propane."

"24 Norse Life Rules (Lessons From the Vikings)"

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RedFrost Motivation, 
"24 Norse Life Rules (Lessons From the Vikings)"
Life rules are based on the Hávamál, a collection of old 
Norse poems from the Viking age. Read the original here: 

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"A Book I Want!"

 

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"Masked, Homeless, and Desolate"

"Masked, Homeless, and Desolate"
By Edward Curtin

“Personality is persona, a mask…The mask is magic…Larva means mask; or ghost…it also means mad, a case of demoniacal possession.” – Norman O. Brown, "Love’s Body"

"Walk the streets in the United States and many countries these days and you will see streaming crowds of people possessed by demons, masked and anonymous, whose eyes look like vacuums, staring into space or out of empty sockets like the dead, afraid of their own ghosts. Fear and obedience oozes from them. Death walks the streets with people on leashes in lockstep.

That they have been the victims of a long-planned propaganda campaign that used an invisible virus to frighten them into submission and shut down the world’s economy for the global elites is beyond their ken. This is so even when the facts are there to prove otherwise. It is a clear case, as Peter Koenig tells Michel Chossudovsky in this must-see interview, that is not a conspiracy theory but a blatant factual plan spelled out in the 2010 Rockefeller Report, the October 18, 2019 Event 201, and Agenda 21, among other places.

Who can wake the sleepwalkers up in this cowardly new world where culture and politics collude to create and exploit ignorance?

Fifty-fone years ago Bob Dylan released his song “Like a Rolling Stone.” It arrived like a rocking jolt into the placid pop musical culture of the day. It was not about wanting to hold someone’s hand or cry in the chapel. It wasn’t mumbo-jumbo like “Wooly Bully,” the number one hit. It wasn’t like the pop pap that dominates today’s music scene. It wasn’t Woody Guthrie in slow time.

It beat you up. It attacked. It confronted you. Maybe, if you were alive then, you thought Dylan was kidding you. You thought wrong. Bitching about his going electric was a dodge. He was addressing all of us, including himself.

Still is. But who wants to hear his recent “Murder Most Foul” and read Dylan’s scathing lyrics about the assassination of JFK, the killing that started the slow decay that has resulted in such masked madness. “And please, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood,” he tells us in capital letters for emphasis. Exactly what all the mainstream media have done, of course, and not by accident.

There are no alibis. “How does it feel/To be on your own/with no direction home/A complete unknown/Like a rolling stone?”

It was in the mid-1960s when confidence in knowing where home was and how to get there disappeared into thin air.  If you left mommy and daddy, could you ever get back from where you were going? Who had the directions? Absolutes were melting and relativity was widespread. Life was wild and the CIA was planning to make it wilder and more confusing with the introduction of LSD on a vast scale. MKUltra was expanding its scope.Operation Mockingbird was singing so many tunes that heads were spinning, as planned. The national security state killers were in the saddle, having already murdered President Kennedy and Malcolm X as they sharpened their knives for many more to come. The peace candidate, Lyndon Baines Johnson, had been elected nine months earlier with 61.1% of the popular vote and went immediately to work secretly expanding the war against Vietnam. War as an invisible virus. Who knew? Who, but a small anti-war contingent, wanted to know? War takes different forms, and the will to ignorance and historical amnesia endure. War is a disease. Disease is weaponized for war. In 1968 Richard Nixon was elected on a “secret plan” to end the Vietnam War and then ramped it up to monstrous proportions, only to be reelected in 1972 by carrying 49 out of 50 states.

Who wants to know now? The historian Howard Zinn once said correctly that this country’s greatest problem wasn’t disobedience but obedience. What’s behind the masks? The lockstep?

On the same day that Dylan released “Like a Rolling Stone,” Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara, just back from a “fact-finding” trip to Vietnam, recommended to LBJ that U.S. troop levels in Vietnam be increased to 175,000 and that the U.S. should increase its bombing of North Vietnam dramatically. This was the same McNamara who, in October 1963, had agreed with JFK when he signed NSAM 263 calling for the withdrawal of 1,000 military personnel from Vietnam by the end of 1963 and the remainder by the end of 1965. One of the moves that got Kennedy’s head blown open.

Poor McNamara, the fog of war must have clouded his conscience, confused the poor boy, just like Secretary of State Colin Powell holding up that vile vial of “anthrax” at the United Nations on February 5, 2003 and lying to the world about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.

Powell recently said, “I knew I didn’t have any choice. He’s the President.” How “painful,” to use his word, it must have been for the poor guy, lying so that so many Iraqis could be slaughtered. Of course, he had no choice. These war criminals all wear masks. And have no choice.

Masks, or demonic possession, or both. You?

Also in that fateful year 1965, far out of sight and out of mind for most Americans, the CIA planned and assisted in the slaughter of more than a million Indonesians, led by their man, General Suharto. This led to the coup against President Sukarno, who two years earlier had been on good terms with JFK as they worked to solve the interrelated issues of Indonesia and Vietnam. Their meeting planned for early 1964 was cancelled in Dallas on November 22, 1963. And the politicians and media luminaries came out in their masks and told the public that communists everywhere were out to get them.

It’s tough being on your own. It hurts to think too much. Or think for yourself, at least. To obey an authority higher than your bosses.  “I was tricked” is some sort of mantra, is it not?

"You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you..."

Dylan was lost and disgusted when he wrote the song. His own music sickened him, which, for an artist, means he sickened himself. He had just returned from a tour of England and was sick of people telling him how much they loved his music when he didn’t. He needed to change.

What else is the point of art but change? If you’re dead, or afraid of getting dead, you aren’t going to change. You’re stuck. Stuck is dead. Why wear a mask if you know who you are?

Knowledge, or more accurately, pseudo-knowledge or mainstream media lies, is a tomb “the mystery tramp” sold to us, a place to hide to avoid pain and guilt.

I have read more books than anyone I know.  It sickens me.
I know too much.  That sickens me.
I sicken myself. All the news sickens me.
I know so much no one believes me.
As Francesco Serpico once told me: “It’s all lies.”
Of course. Dylan and Serpico are blood brothers.

Only art tells the truth. Real art. Not bullshit pop art. Some say “Like a Rolling Stone” is about Edie Sedgwick, “the girl of the year” in 1965 and one of Andy Warhol’s superstars. Perhaps to a degree it is, but it’s far more than that.  It’s about us.

Poor Edie was poisoned by her wealthy family at a young age and barely had a chance. She was an extreme example of a rather common American story. People poisoned in the cradle. Thinking of her got me thinking of Andy Warhol, the death obsessed hoarder, the guy who called his studio “The Factory” in a conscious or unconscious revelation of his art and persona, his wigs and masks and the hold he has had on American culture all these years. Isn’t he the ultimate celebrity?

Warhol once took my photo on a deserted street. His and my secret but this is the truth. West 47thStreet on an early Sunday morning, 1980. I guess he thought he was doing art or collecting images for his museum of dead heads. When I asked him why, he said I had an interesting face. I told him he did too, rather transparent and creepy, but I didn’t want to capture him. He was a ghost with a camera, a face like a death mask, trying to capture a bit of life. I told him I didn’t give him permission to shoot me, but he turned and walked away into the morning mist. The shooters always just walk away in pseudo-innocence.

I then went down the street to the Gotham Book Mart that was my destination and asked James Joyce why he had written “The Dead,” and Joyce, secretive as ever, quoted himself, “Ed,” he said, “Think you’re escaping and run into yourself.  Longest way round is the shortest way home.”  Now that was direction.

Only those who know how to play and be guided by intuition are able to escape the living tomb of so-called knowledge; what Dylan called, lifelessness. But that was from “Desolation Row,” released as the closing track of Highway 61 Revisited on August 30, 1965.  The only acoustic song on the album. Slow it down to make the point another way. “Like a Rolling Stone” was the opening track.

Do you feel all alone or part of a masked gang roaming the streets incognito? Miss and Mr. Lonely, does that mask help?  How do you feel?

Desolation means very lonely. From Latin, de, completely, solare, lonely.

Does that mask help?  Do you feel alone together now, one of the crowd?

Do you really want to know about desolation row? It’s here. It was here in 1965, too. Only the true lonely know how it feels to really be all alone.

The Umbrella People, those who some call the deep state or secret government under whose protection all the politicians work, say they want to protect us all from death and disease. They are lying bastards who’ve gotten so many to imitate their masked ways. They can only sing a mockingbird’s song.

Listen to real singers. Dylan has arched the years, as true artists do. Who has paid close attention to what he said this year about the assassination of President Kennedy in his song, “Murder Most Foul”? Or were many caught up in the propaganda surrounding corona virus, and rather than contemplating his indictment of the U.S. government and its media accomplices, were they contemplating their navels to see if a virus had secreted itself in there. Viruses lurk everywhere, they say, and the corporate media made certain to circulate a vaccine about the truth in Dylan’s song. This is normal operating procedure.

We are still on Desolation Row.

“Take Off the Masks.” That was the title of a book by Rev. Malcolm Boyd that I reviewed long ago. He was a gay priest who decided that his mask was a lie. He came out into the light of truth. He had guts. It is time for everyone to take off the masks. Escape from Desolation Row by seeing what’s going on behind our backs. Listen to Dylan, long ago – today:

"At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do

And they bring them to the factory
Where their heart attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody’s shouting
'Which side are you on?'”

"The Construction Industry Could Collapse Soon"

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Snyder Reports, 8/12/26
"The Construction Industry Could Collapse Soon"
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"Black Swans Will Hit The US Economy Hard; Job Numbers Are A Lie"

Jeremiah Babe, 8/12/26
"Black Swans Will Hit The US Economy Hard; 
Job Numbers Are A Lie"
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"How It Really Is"

 

Judge Napolitano, "Col. Lawrence Wilkerson: Is the US a Republic or an Empire?"

"Col. Lawrence Wilkerson: 
Is the US a Republic or an Empire?"
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Joel Bowman, "Weights and Measures"

"Weights and Measures"
by Joel Bowman

"Economics is about how people make choices. 
Politics is about how people ignore those choices.”
~ P.J. O’Rourke, "Eat the Rich:
 A Treatise on Everyday Economics" (1998)

Buenos Aires, Argentina - "Down here at the End of the World, as elsewhere, the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. From our perch, in a quaint corner café here in Recoleta, we cannot easily tell one from the other...but we’ll take a guess anyway, if only for our own amusement. To wit...

The tall blonde who just entered the scene, in the single-breasted mac with the bright red lipstick, is here to meet her boss... while hubby is out of town. Meanwhile, the elderly gentleman over by the window, drinking tea and studying the newspaper, is secretly hoping to spot his ex-wife... listed among the obituaries. And nearest to the exit, two middle-aged partners raise a glass to celebrate their good fortune... as divorce lawyers.

Sin... deception... betrayal... the world is full of sordid tales and tawdry affairs, real and imagined. Of course, not every relationship ends in salty tears and divorce papers... but in the case of Politics vs. Economics, the die was cast from the beginning.

Value vs Power: In last week’s Note, "A Messy Divorce," we looked at a few of the “irreconcilable differences” between the former paramours. To briefly review...Economics, for its part, is concerned with understanding the production of wealth. Its origins. Its formation. And the conditions that best enable it to flourish. Politics, meanwhile, focuses not on the multiplication of wealth... nor even on its division per se, as is sometimes sheepishly suggested by its pseudo-apologists and roguish practitioners...but rather on who gets to decide.

The former deals in the currency of value, in other words, the latter in the currency of power. We might go even further and say, one aims at objective truth… while the other deals in subjective narrative. One promotes voluntary exchange…the other on violent coercion… But let’s zoom out a little further, and take a look at wealth, value and what we might call “the origins of specie.”

Once considered the proper domain of moral philosophers, classical economics is very much the brainchild of Enlightenment thinking. Adam Smith did not pen his "Wealth of Nations" in a vacuum, after all, but amidst the milieu of such OG enlightenment thinkers as David Hume, Voltaire and Benjamin Franklin, to name but a few of his head-scratching contemporaries.

Naturally, the inquiries of the early classical economists (Smith, Ricardo, J.S. Mill et al.) were very much rooted in the prevailing ideas of the age. Which is to say, what later came to be known as the formal study of economics originally sprang from the notion that there exists discoverable laws governing our universe... and that reason is capable of uncovering them.

The Bottom Line: Economics, as a discipline, tends to concern itself with quantifiable measurements... profit and loss, supply curve fluctuations, demand curve elasticity, etc. (on the micro side)... interest rates, inflation prints, gross domestic product, etc. (on the macro side). Each of these measurements, however flawed or tortured by those fallen angels who interpret them, is an attempt to “get at reality,” to understand the world in a fundamentally objective way. The impulse to measure, to weigh, to test and to compare results is quintessentially of the Enlightenment.

And so, with their parallel rulers and compasses and proportional dividers, the proto-eggheads set about to do just that. What they soon discovered, contrary to the prevailing mercantilist orthodoxy of the day, was that wealth was not, as some still believe, a “fixed pie.” That is, through innovation, efficiency, trade, specialization and capital formation, societies could become richer over time.

Even better, they could also advance at the same time, through those very same processes. Which is to say, they found that societies that preferred peaceful trade, leveraged their comparative advantages, and accumulated capital tended, over time, to outperform those who preferred the old “tried and true” methods of empire: conquest, plunder, tribute and subjugation.

Commerce, which multiplied wealth, was ultimately preferable to conquest, which merely divided it... often at great cost to both parties. As Thomas Jefferson advocated in his Inaugural Address to the Nation, 1801: “Peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations - entangling alliances with none.”

Here, the Founding Father was likely channeling another early Enlightenment thinker, one with whom he was exceedingly well-versed, even from a young age: “Commerce is a cure for the most destructive prejudices.” ~ Montesquieu ("The Spirit of the Laws", 1748)

Invisible Hands: In addition to arguing for reason over dynasty, a position that the author of the Declaration of Independence might readily be expected to defend, Jefferson was also arguing for the liberty of individuals to trade freely, without constant and meddlesome direction of the state.

As Enlightenment thinkers – Montesquieu, Smith, Jefferson et al. – began to shift their focus from the whims of kings, divine providence, and the accidents of history to the everyday actions of ordinary people, they began to notice that individuals respond to incentives (for better or worse)... and to understand that the resulting decisions were measurable in the aggregate.

It is the basic insight behind Smith’s “invisible hand”... “It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest. We address ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities but of their advantages.”

The result of all this brewing, baking and butchering is the market determining its own outcome... setting a price, finding a level, and sending forth information for future participants to make better informed decisions. It is the market saying, “This is the will of the people, their uniquely human hopes and fears and preferences, as expressed by their millions of individual, voluntary actions.”

It is here that the moral philosopher is obliged to assume some degree of humility before an infinitely complex order… while the politician, after his own peculiar nature, sees an opportunity to exert power over it. More on the age-old tension to come…" Stay tuned for more in your next Notes From the End of the World..."