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Tuesday, February 18, 2025

"The Curse of Interesting Times"

"The Curse of Interesting Times"
Things are the most interesting they've been
 in 80 years, 250 years, and, well, ever.
by Contemplations on the Tree of Woe

"The Chinese curse their enemies with the phrase “may you live in interesting times.” Or, rather, Americans think that Chinese curse their enemies like that; according to Infogalactic, “despite being widely attributed as a Chinese curse, there is no equivalent expression in Chinese.”

Fortunately, there’s an actual Chinese phrase that’s much more interesting. It’s found in a 1627 short story collection by Feng Menglong called "Stories to Awaken the World," and it states "better to be a dog in a peaceful time, than to be a human in a chaotic times.” And to be a dog in 17th China didn’t mean being a beloved fur baby with your own YouTube channel. It meant being a workbeast that got eaten when times were lean. The Chinese still have an annual dog meat festival.

Whichever adage you prefer, our times are both chaotic and interesting. In fact, they are monumentally interesting - they are so interesting as to beggar coherent description, to put to shame historical comparison, so remarkable that every single one of us would be justified in screaming from the rooftops in shock and awe. And yet we don’t. We keep calm and carry on, sturdily gripped by our bias for normalcy, by our human ability to adapt to even the most bizarre circumstances. It’ll be fine, we tell ourselves. This is fine.

But what if we put aside our normalcy bias for a moment and look at how just how “interesting” our times really are? What do we see then?

Once Every 80 Years…Once every 80 years, a country enters a crisis. That is, at least, the assertion of Strauss-Howe Generational Theory. According to Strauss and Howe, human history is organized into repeating patterns marked by four “turnings”: the High, the Awakening, the Unraveling, and the Crisis. Each turning is approximately 20 years long, and an entire cycle of four turnings is therefore about 80 years long. According to Strauss and Howe, American history looks something like this:

○ American Revolutionary Crisis, 1765 - 1785
○ American Civil War Crisis, 1855 - 1875
○ Great Depression and World War II Crisis, 1930 - 1950
○ You Are Here, 2010 - 2030

If we believe Strauss-Howe Generational Theory, we are in the midst of what they call a Fourth Turning - a moment of Crisis.

Are we in a Fourth Turning? I certainly believe so. As I documented in "Running on Empty," the United States now stands at a financial precipice. US inflation is at its worst in 40 years because the monetary system we established under Truman and rejuvenated under Nixon is now collapsing. With that crisis have come challenges from a resurgent Russia and burgeoning China that could lead to a Third World War or, at best, a post-American world order. The Thucydides Trap has never been so close to springing. It’s no wonder then that US fears of nuclear war have surged to levels not seen since the Cold War. But unlike the Cold War, no one wants to ‘ask what they can do for their country’ anymore. US Army recruitment is at its worst in 50 years. And why would they want to serve? Our nation is divided into warring camps. US partisan distrust of the opposing party is at its worst in 30 years.

All right. That all sounds bad. But if Strauss-Howe Generational Theory is true, the Fourth Turning will be over in about 5-10 years and we’ll move into the next Turning, the High. And those are awesome! But what if we won’t be heading into another high?"
Full, fascinating, most highly recommended article is here:
Freely download "Stories to Awaken the World", 
by Feng Menglong, here:

Bill Bonner, "Monkey Business"

"Monkey Business"
As an empire degenerates, civilian authorities become less competent and
 more corrupt, with too many groups competing for power and money. 
Elected assemblies become like the monkey cage at the zoo.
by Bill Bonner

Baltimore, Maryland - "There’s Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS). And there’s also Trump-o-philia (ToP). One man hates him. Another loves him. Which one sees most clearly? “It feels like Christmas, every day. He’s really getting the economy going. And getting rid of all those freeloaders.”

A local real estate agent - a strong Trump supporter - came to visit. She watches the news… and is delighted. Trump attacks the pretensions, waste and balderdash of the Democratic elites. He and his sidekicks, Elon Musk and J.D. Vance, are on the rampage, she believes. They gut agencies…uncover billions in fraud…and talk tough to foreigners. Europe has lost its way, Vance tells the Old World. You’ll have to spend more to protect yourselves, Trump adds. “You’re fired,” says Elon…and we’ll “get rich” from tariffs, Trump promises. What fun!

“I’m heavily invested in [a crypto currency]. I’ve been following them for years. If they keep going up, I’ll have enough to buy a family compound.” Alas, the young woman might be a little short on cynicalism. Good luck to her. But we have our doubts.

“Do you know that that foreign aid group was sending millions of dollars to Chelsea Clinton?” said our realtor friend. “They fund the Clinton Foundation… and other groups that she is part of… on the board… a director… something… they have contracts for $84 million. The whole thing was such a scam. It’s a pleasure to see Trump and Musk doing something about it.” The fact-checkers claim it is not true. Also on the internet, Chelsea’s net worth is reportedly $70 million - which is a lot of scratch for someone who works for non-profits.

What to believe? We don’t know. But compared to the MIC budget, whatever Chelsea gets is peanuts. In order to avoid a financial catastrophe - chaos… inflation… default - the US needs to cut deeper.

Not by a few billion… but by trillions [more on Social Security and Medicare fraud later this week]. And to do that, it needs to trim its ‘transfer’ payments and put its firepower industry back on the leash. That’s the real challenge. And neither TDS nor ToP has anything to do with it. But Bloomberg reports: "GOP Defense Leaders Pushing Trillion-Dollar Pentagon Budget. Rogers, Wicker want defense spending to be close to 5% of GDP. Congress has been wrestling with how the US should prepare for possible future conflict with China and address weaknesses in the defense industrial base supply chain exposed by wars in Ukraine and the Middle East." That’s right; they’re planning to spend more, not less. Is China readying an attack on California? No? Then why would US policymakers want to spend more money to prepare for it?

Typically, as an empire degenerates, its civilian authorities become less competent and more corrupt, with too many groups competing for power and money. Elected assemblies become like the monkey cage in the zoo, each member dancing a jig for whomever hands out the bananas. Then, democracy - grown too big, with a growing hodge-podge of fraud and contradictions - awaits its ‘strong man.’ He says something such as “He who saves his Country does not violate any Law,” recently posted on Truth Social by Donald J. Trump.  Claiming to ‘save his country’ he thinks he can do almost anything.

And he’s right. The institutions that might have stopped him have been twisted or strangled - the Constitution, the Courts, Congress…along with the public’s sense of right and wrong. In the 9/11 panic, people learned to get in line to be patted down at airports. Then, the Covid hysteria had them going along with lockdowns…whether they were at any real risk or not. The universities and the press do their parts too - ‘schooling’ or exiling anyone with alternative points of view. They were paid to do it. Asia Times:

How much of USAID’s US$40 billion annual spending and the budgets of the National Endowment for Democracy and other government agencies bought the cooperation of journalists worldwide? The nearly $270 million in payoffs to “independent media” in the 2025 federal budget – a staggering sum compared to the editorial budgets of the world’s news organizations – may be a small fraction of the total subsidy once payments to so-called charitable foundations are tallied up. The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, the Soros family’s Open Society Foundations and other private entities subsidized the same media, bringing the grand total into the billions.

The big man comes like a breath of fresh air to the many ToP sufferers. Those afflicted most severely with TDS will resist. But that is where the MIC - including muscled-up local police and dumbed down civilians - will come in handy."
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Dan, I Allegedly, "Seller’s Panic in Washington DC - Real Estate is Crashing"

Full screen recommended.
Dan, I Allegedly 2/18/25
"Seller’s Panic in Washington DC - 
Real Estate is Crashing"
"The D.C. real estate market has taken a shocking turn! In just 7 days, home prices plummeted by a staggering 36.5%, leaving homeowners and buyers scrambling. With nearly 15,000 new listings flooding the market in one week, this unexpected glut has sent shockwaves through the housing industry. Banks are even considering calling in loans as some homeowners find themselves upside down overnight. Could this crisis spread to other cities like Los Angeles? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

We also touch on how bureaucracy in L.A. is slowing down rebuilding efforts, the car industry's production struggles, and even the latest surprising food recalls. Plus, we discuss the growing warnings from major companies about the fragility of the stock market. There’s so much happening, and it's more important than ever to stay informed."
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Adventures With Danno, "Amazing Grocery Deals At Meijer This Week"

Full screen recommended.
Adventures With Danno, 2/18/25
"Amazing Grocery Deals At Meijer This Week"
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Full screen recommended.
Travelling With Russia, 2/18/25
"Russian Typical Liquor & Alcohol Shops:
 4 of the Best!"
"What does a Russian typical liquor store look like inside? Join me as I tour 4 different Russian liquor stores in Moscow, Russia. Did Western brands leave Russia? Can you still buy foreign brands in Russia in 2025?"
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Monday, February 17, 2025

Jeremiah Babe, "WTF? 8.7 Million 130 Year Olds Getting Social Security Checks; DOGE Victims Fear Being Exposed"

Jeremiah Babe, 2/17/25
"WTF? 8.7 Million 130 Year Olds Getting Social Security Checks; 
DOGE Victims Fear Being Exposed"
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Musical Interlude: Liquid Mind I: "Ambience Minimus"

Full screen recommended.
Liquid Mind I: "Ambience Minimus"

"A Look to the Heavens"

"The first identified compact galaxy group, Stephan's Quintet is featured in this eye-catching image constructed with data drawn from the extensive Hubble Legacy Archive. About 300 million light-years away, only four of these five galaxies are actually locked in a cosmic dance of repeated close encounters. The odd man out is easy to spot, though. The interacting galaxies, NGC 7319, 7318A, 7318B, and 7317 have an overall yellowish cast. They also tend to have distorted loops and tails, grown under the influence of disruptive gravitational tides. But the predominantly bluish galaxy, NGC 7320, is closer, just 40 million light-years distant, and isn't part of the interacting group. 
Stephan's Quintet lies within the boundaries of the high flying constellation Pegasus. At the estimated distance of the quartet of interacting galaxies, this field of view spans about 500,000 light-years. But moving just beyond this field, up and to the right, astronomers can identify another galaxy, NGC 7320C, that is also 300 million light-years distant. Including it would bring the interacting quartet back up to quintet status."

“6 Steps to Release Your Fear and Feel Peaceful”

“6 Steps to Release Your Fear and Feel Peaceful”
by Nicolas Perrin

“We are not what we know but what we are willing to learn.”
~ Mary Catherine Bateson

“It was a balmy spring morning and I started my day as per usual, but I soon realized that my mind was entertaining fearful thoughts about my financial insecurity. With many new ventures within the seedling stage, my income flow was erratic and unpredictable, while my financial responsibilities were consistent and guaranteed. At the time I ignored these thoughts as “petty,” like a parent dismissing a crying child after a mild fall on the pavement.

What I didn’t realize was that my mind wanted to entertain these fear-based thoughts like a Hollywood blockbuster, and as you may know, what you focus on expands. Before I knew it, my body was in a state of complete anxiety and fear. I literally felt my cognitive and creative centers shutting down. I felt completely powerless, a hostage to my own mind. My body felt paralyzed, and I felt disconnected from my talents and gifts. I felt separate, isolated, and vulnerable. I became a victim of the fear. In this moment I realized the powerful impact thoughts can have on how we feel, mentally and physically. Here is what unfolded through me, and the lessons I treasured from this experience.

Fear is a closed energy, referred to as inverted faith. Fear exists when we do not trust our connection to the infinite part of who we are and buy into a story about what’s unfolding in our life. The emotions we feel are created from the thoughts that we choose to focus on, consciously or unconsciously. The emotions act as markers to let us know if we are focusing on expansive, empowering thoughts or fearful, limiting thoughts.

If I were to relate this in a story, it may be like a pilot believing he no longer had any guidance or support from the airport control tower in a large storm, and no instruments on board to detect if he was on a collision course with another airplane. If the control tower represents the infinite part of who we are, which always knows what’s best for us, it can be understandable why the pilot with no other guidance except for his own eye sight would be fearful of the situation at hand. An alarm on the plane beeping at the pilot would represent the emotions. The alarm’s purpose is to get the attention of the pilot so he can focus and realize he is off the path. Once our emotions start to take a grip of our physical body, what can we do to move from a state of limitation and fear into an open, tranquil, peaceful state?

1. Come back to the present moment. The first step is to bring your awareness to the present moment. To do this, take three deep breaths through your nose and exhale through your mouth. After the air has filled your lungs and you’ve felt your stomach rise, exhale through your mouth by forcing the air through your teeth, as if you were hissing out loud. This detoxifies your body from the heavy emotions you’re experiencing and brings you back into the present moment. When I do this, I place my awareness into my feet so I am in a feeling space within my body, rather than being in my mind, entertaining the stories that swirl around with vigor, like a dangerous hurricane. Imagine that all your emotions are in a large sludge bucket. This breathing technique will empty the bucket out so you are empty and free.

2. Put things in perspective. Now that you are present, acknowledge the experience and ask yourself this question: “What is the worst case scenario that can happen to me?” Once we can accept this and realize we will be okay if that happens, we are free from the fear. When I realized I’d blown things out of proportion with my fears, I was able to detach from the story and put things into perspective. I like to imagine that in every moment I have two wolves I can feed (per the Native American myth): the fear wolf or the love wolf. The one that gets stronger and wins is the one I feed.

3. Become an observer of your thoughts. What has served me well in moments like this is to say, “I’m not these thoughts. I’m not these emotions. I’m not this body. I’m an infinite being having a human experience.” In saying this, we immediately detach from the story and allow ourselves the choice of suffering or to become the observer. Imagine that your life is represented in a book, and the story you are living out comes from the words on the page. We can change the words of the story at any point in time.

4. Change your experience. The fourth step is to place your awareness and your right hand on the heart center, which is located near the sternum. Close your eyes, take three deep breaths, and make the following command: “I am now connected to the infinite part of who I am, which already knows how to be whole and complete. I take full responsibility and accountability for this creation, I recognize how it has served me, and I am now ready to let it go. I command that the fear energy be transmuted into unconditional love now. Thank you. It is now done.” This process is incredibly empowering. We allow ourselves the opportunity to experience being our own inner master and a co-creator of our reality.

5. Prevent your mind from sabotaging you. Visualize a stone being thrown into a pond. Observe the ripples it creates when it enters the water. This is to simply distract your mind and allow the process to unfold without doubt or self-sabotage. It is only our mind that can interfere with our own healing.

6. Be grateful. Express gratitude and appreciation for the integration and healing you have received. The key to happiness is awareness. When we become aware that our mind is wandering, we can gently bring it back to the present moment. It’s only in the present moment that we are empowered and can consciously choose the thoughts we engage with. The thoughts we focus on will determine where our energy flows, and thus what is created in our life. Each thought has a vibration, which is reflected by the feeling we experience in our body. To be able to move from a fear-based experience to an open, peaceful experience we must first take full responsibility and accountability that on some level we created the experience, and nobody else is to blame. The choice is truly ours. Do we choose to experience a fearful, limited life or do we choose a happy joyful life?"
Reduce fear, good. Reduce stress also...
Full screen recommended.
Marconi Union, "Weightless"
"Neuroscience Says Listening to This Song 
Reduces Anxiety by Up to 65 Percent"
Think more clearly...
"Cognition Enhancer For Clearer and Faster Thinking - 
Isochronic Tones"
Full screen recommended.
"This session stimulates Beta, SMR and Alpha to train your 
brain for better cognition, such as clearer and faster thinking."

Free Download: Alexander Solzhenitsyn, “One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich”

“One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich”
by Alexander Solzhenitsyn

“One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich” is, as the title suggests, a simple story of one day in the life of Ivan Shukov Denisovich, a prisoner in a Soviet concentration camp. Shukov, a simple Russian peasant fighting for Stalin in WWII, is imprisoned for treason – a crime he did not commit – and has spent the last 8 years in concentration camps. Shukov’s day begins at 5.00 a.m. with the clang of the reveille – he is, along with the other prisoners, marched out into the bitter cold, stripped and searched for forbidden objects, and then sent to work until sundown, without rest, without a full stomach. In this slim 143 page-novella, we follow Shukov’s grueling routine and see how he struggles to maintain his dignity in small, subtle ways. On this day, he has scored some small triumphs for himself – he has swiped an extra bowl of mush at supper, found a piece of metal that can be used as a knife to mend things, replenished his precious tobacco supplies and also has had a share of a small piece of sausage before lights out. Thus, at the end of the day (and the novel), he thinks to himself that it has been “A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day.” He must survive only another 3653 days more.”

Freely download “One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich”, 
by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, here:
"The Chain Of Obedience"
“The death squads and concentration camps of history were never staffed
by rebels and dissidents. They were run by those who followed the rules.”

"A Perpetual Illusion..."

"Human life is thus only a perpetual illusion; men deceive and flatter each other. No one speaks of us in our presence as he does of us in our absence. Human society is founded on mutual deceit; few friendships would endure if each knew what his friend said of him in his absence, although he then spoke in sincerity and without passion. Man is then only disguise, falsehood, and hypocrisy, both in himself and in regard to others. He does not wish any one to tell him the truth; he avoids telling it to others, and all these dispositions, so removed from justice and reason, have a natural root in his heart."
- Blaise Pascal

"The Trial of Winnie the Pooh"

"The Trial of Winnie the Pooh"
by Jim Kunstler

"A solemn silence turned collective gasp in the District of Columbia Woke Circuit courtroom as two bailiffs entered the door beside the jury box with the small cream-colored bear suspended between them, his stumpy hind legs wheeling fruitlessly to seek purchase in the unavailing air. The Queen of Hearts, presiding, banged her gavel as the little bear was seated at the table for the defense beside another rather small, darkish, furtive figure.

The Queen of Hearts peered over her half-glasses at the defendant and snarled, “State your full name and residence.”
“Winnie-the-Pooh,” the defendant said. “From the Hundred Acre Wood.”
“What is your personal pronoun?”
The bear looked perplexed. “Oh, bother,” he said. “Nobody I know has such a thing?”
“Of course they do,” the Queen said.
“Perhaps it’s ‘the’,” the bear said.
“That is a definite article, not a pronoun!” the Queen barked. “Are you an imbecile?"
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s ‘dear'”—
“That’s enough out of you!” the Queen said. “And let’s have no more impertinence! Do you have counsel?"
“Why, yes,” the bear said. “Mr. Kafka, who is seated beside me.”
“You are mistaken,” the Queen said. “That is a cockroach seated beside you, and the court is displeased to see it. Bailiff, please remove that disgusting cockroach from my court.” Mr. Kafka, gesticulating in protest with all six arms and legs, had to be dragged out.

“First witness!” the Queen screeched. “Counsel for the prosecution….”

"Calling Uncle Remus,” said the prosecutor, Andrew Weissmann, famous for his exploits in the Enron case and with The Mueller Team in the old Russia collusion days. An elderly gentleman-of-color with white beard and a kindly face limped forward and took the witness stand.

“Do you know this bear?” Weissmann asked.
“I knows a Brer B’ar,” Uncle Remus said. “But he a black b’ar. Dishyere one a white b’ar.”
“Exactly!” Weissmann said. “Dismissed.”
“Dat all?” Uncle Remus asked.

“It’s plenty,” Weissmann retorted and smirked at the jury, composed of members from the United Federation of Teachers, the Southern Poverty Law Center, and Antifa, who all nodded amongst themselves. “A white bear!” Weissmann repeated for emphasis, shaking his head. “And not a polar bear, either. A white bear. From England. Think about it…!” The jurors emitted growls of opprobrium.

“Next witness,” the Queen cried.
“Calling N-Word Jim,” Weissmann said.
A strapping middle-aged gentleman-of-color, dressed in ragged clothes, strode to the witness chair.
“You reside in libraries all over the world, is that correct?” the attorney asked.
“Yassuh, dat is so. But I’se originally fum Hannibal, Missouri.”
“Are you acquainted with the defendant?”
“I done seen him on many a shelf ‘round de worl’.”
“How much shelf space does he occupy compared to you?”
“Well, fur as I knows, ‘bout double.”
“Does that seem fair to you?”
“Way I sees it, he in mebbe twice as minny books as me and Huck.”
“Huck! Who is this Huck?”
“White boy I done made a journey down de ribber wif one time.”
“What is your experience with white folks, Jim?”
“Well, dey runs mos’ everything, I ‘spect. Leas’ as fur as I kin see.”
“Exactly!” Weissmann argued. “Is it not white privilege to — as you say — run everything?” he added, shaking his head gravely. “Hegemonizing and colonizing literature everywhere you look.”
“Say, what…?” the witness rejoined and pulled his chin.
“You can go back to your raft, Jim,” Weissmann said. “Dismissed. Calling Mr. Christopher Robin.”

A very old man, bent and trembling, shuffled forward to the stand, leaning on his brass-headed cane.
“You’ve been acquainted with the defendant for how many years?”
“Oh, yes, many, since…let’s see… uh, nineteen hundred and twenty-six, I’d say.”
“In all those years, did he ever… touch you?”
“We held hands. And hugged frequently.”
“I see,” Weissmann sneered. “And this ‘touching’ started when you were, what? About five years old?”
“I suppose. Yes. It was a very long time ago.”
“Do you recall an incident involving the defendant, a person named Piglet, and a broken balloon?”
“Yes… yes, I do!”
“That was not really a balloon, was it, Mr. Robin?”
“At the time, I thought…”
“You thought!” Weissmann barked. “We all think, don’t we? Sometimes maybe a little too much! I’ll tell you what I think: I think the jury can see exactly what was going on between you and the defendant, this very privileged bear. And if they think the way I do — that is, as a normal person with healthy morals — they’ll think that this was depraved behavior on the part of this bear, routinely abusing a five-year-old boy, year after year after year!”

The jury members all nodded avidly and buzzed between themselves.
Christopher Robin looked up at the bench.
“Balloon, indeed!” the Queen snorted, wagging her finger at both the bear and Christopher Robin. “I think we’ve heard enough.”

“No! I have one other witness,” Weissmann said. “Calling Peter Pan….” A figure wearing a leaf-green tunic and tights, and a feathered cap, flew across the room and landed in the witness seat.

“You’ve had occasion to work at the Disney Studios with the defendant, have you not?”
“I would see him around the lot on lunch breaks,” Pan said. “But we weren’t on the same pictures — except one time for a TV Christmas special where we all did cameos.”
“And what was your impression of this bear?”
“He made a crack about not believing in fairies. I didn’t know if he was kidding or not.”
“Were you hurt by that remark?”
“Not personally, but I saw what it did to my sidekick, Tinkerbelle. Her light almost went out.”
“Your honor, ladies, gentlemen, and non-binaries of the jury, We have definitely heard enough.”

“The defense rests!” the Queen of Hearts screeched. “Mr. Pooh, you have led a life of disgusting racism, colonialism, hate-ism, white supremacy, and depravity. I am directing the jury to find you guilty as charged and sentence you to be cancelled.” She pounded the bench with her gavel.
“Oh, bother,” Winnie the Pooh said, still perplexed and bewildered.
“Take him out, burn all those wicked books of his, and put him on top of the fire.”
“Lawks a’mercy,” Uncle Remus cried from the back of the room.
“See you up in sweet Beulah-land, Pooh, honey,” N-Word Jim said.
“Next case!” the Red Queen yelled above the commotion. “The people versus Robin Hood and his so-called Merry Men.”

Roll credits.
Fade to black…"

The Poet: Rainer Maria Rilke, “Ninth Duino Elegy”

Ninth Duino Elegy”

“Praise the world to the angel: leave the unsayable aside.

Your exalted feelings do not move him.

In the universe, where he feels feelings, you are a beginner.

Therefore show him what is ordinary,
what has been
 shaped from generation to generation,
shaped by hand and eye.
Tell him of things.
He will stand still in astonishment,

the way you stood by the rope maker in Rome

or beside the potter on the Nile.

Show him how happy a thing can be,
how innocent and ours,

how even a lament takes pure form,

serves as a thing, dies as a thing,

while the violin, blessing it, fades.

And the things, even as they pass,

understand that we praise them.

Transient, they are trusting us 
to save them –
us, the most transient of all.

As if they wanted in our invisible hearts

to be transformed 
into - oh, endlessly - into us.

Earth, isn’t this what you want?
To arise in us, invisible?

Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there’s nothing left outside us to see?

What, if not transformation, is your deepest purpose?

Earth, my love, I want that too.
Believe me, no more of your springtimes are needed
to win me over - even one flower is more than enough.
Before I was named I belonged to you.
I seek no other law but yours, and know I can trust
the death you will bring.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke

The Daily "Near You?"

Shawnee, Kansas, USA. Thanks for stopping by!

“A Prayer for the World”

“A Prayer for the World”

“Let the rain come and wash away the ancient grudges,
the bitter hatreds held and nurtured over generations.
Let the rain wash away the memory of the hurt, the neglect.
Then let the sun come out and fill the sky with rainbows.
Let the warmth of the sun heal us wherever we are broken.
Let it burn away the fog so that we can see each other clearly,
So that we can see beyond labels, beyond accents, gender or skin color.
Let the warmth and brightness of the sun melt our selfishness,
So that we can share the joys and feel the sorrow of our neighbors.
And let the light of the sun be so strong that we will see all
people as our neighbors.
Let the earth, nourished by rain, bring forth flowers to
surround us with beauty.
And let the mountains teach our hearts to reach upward to heaven.”

- Rabbi Harold S. Kushner

"Zachary"

“Zachary”
by Tim Knight

“A handwritten letter arrived in my mailbox last week from a reader. In it was a note from whom I would guess is an elderly gentleman, thanking me for my work both on Slope and on Tastytrade, but politely asking me to use the phrase "God damn it" less frequently, since he found it upsetting. The handwriting on the paper trembled like leaves in an autumn breeze, and it was obvious it took time and effort to send me this two-page missive. It meant something to him.

It never occurred to me that I ever used this phrase in a video, let alone often enough to cause concern. All the same, the letter, as with the many other letters I have received over the years, made an impression. For one thing, it made me wonder how angry I must be in order for this kind of sentiment to seep through, since I wasn't even aware I was saying it.

Which leads me to the topic at hand. Specifically, a man. A terribly deformed man whom I think about almost daily. For now, I'll call him Sup.

One summer evening, a few months ago, I was walking with my family down University Avenue, the central boulevard in our town, and the location of dozens of high-end retail stores that cater to the insatiable appetite of the affluent consumers in my fair city. "Sup?" came from the voice from below. (As is: "What's up?") I glanced around and didn't see the speaker. That is, until I looked lower. There, standing on the brick sidewalk on the corner of Bryant and University Avenues was a person unlike any I had ever seen before.

His head, torso, and arms were normal. There were two things obviously terribly wrong with 1117-suphim: first, his back was completely malformed, with a huge hump, and second, his legs - or what passed for legs - were just a few inches long. He appeared to be mixed race (the politically incorrect term, I think, is "mulatto") and he had a big afro.

"How you guys doin' this evening?", he asked. I stammered that we were pretty good, although I confess being a little surprised. That brief exchange ended the conversation, and my family and I continued on to Umami Burgers for dinner. In the receding distance, I heard this fellow chatting up other people as they passed, asking for a dollar from anyone who would listen.

From that day forward, I paid attention to that corner whenever I passed it in my car or walked by it during my downtown errands. Sup, as I called him, was on that corner more often than not. On occasion, I'd see a special wheelchair near him, which I suppose he could hoist himself onto and roll to wherever it was he lived (if such a place existed). But he was never in it. He was also on the sidewalk at knee level.

What struck me about Sup the most was his attitude. This guy was seriously and, dare I say, grotesquely deformed. When he moved from one place to another, he typically did so by pressing his hands against the ground and swinging his torso and tiny legs forward, much like an ape at the zoo. Although his short stature made him easy to miss, once people saw him, they couldn't help but take note. I can only imagine the range of reactions he's ever received.

But back to his attitude: this guy was relentlessly positive. And I don't mean grinning, giggling, and thumbs-up positive. I'm talking about a self-evident confidence, determination, and cachet. He gave salutations to everyone who passed; he casually smoked on a cigarette while chatting up people who would talk to him; and he made verbal passes at good-looking women as they strolled by (enjoying, incidentally, a supremely good view of their legs from his two-foot high vantage point). In spite of all this, most people tried their best to ignore him. They just felt too awkward (as if they were the ones who were entitled to feel uneasy).

Since I'm an unrelentingly self-referential twit, I pondered these observations in the context of my own behavior. Here was this guy who had every reason to feel sorry for himself. His tremendous physical deformities were going to dominate whatever impression he might possibly give to someone. He was begging on a street corner for dollar bills. He was being passed every day by countless numbers of people, many of them affluent, some of them stinking rich, while he begged for a little money to eat. And yet he was totally unfazed (in spite of, I wager, some cruel reactions or mean utterances offered by heartless strangers).

I, on the other hand, have a PhD in self-pity. I'm a white American male - by definition, a privileged class - who has a perfectly good body, good health, a zillion dollar house, and enough money to live the rest of my life without working another day. I've got a beautiful wife, magnificent children, and a good income that doesn't rob me of any personal freedom. And yet I am seized on a virtually daily basis with how miserable and rotten my life is, and how I don't deserve any of the bad things that have ever happened to me. I dare feel sorry for myself due to solvable personal problems or the fact the stupid stock market refuses to fall.

Sure, if I cornered you and shared a couple of drinks, I could probably conjure up enough tales-of-woe to get you to agree that, yeah, poor Tim is a pathetic sumbitch, and it's no wonder he's often tempted to jump in front of the next CalTrain that passes by. Indeed, most people on this planet would be able to surgically extract some sliver of their lives and make it seem sad. Hell, Elon Musk could surely give grisly tales from his multiple failed marriages, although I imagine it would be a Herculean feat for anyone to actually conjure up sympathy for the guy.

Sup, in sharp contrast to this morose malaise, was just plain cool. On more than one occasion, I'd see that he had managed to coax a couple of women - attractive young women - over to talk to him, and he was just smoking his cig, chatting them up, casual as could be. I don't know what he said to get their attention, but whatever it was, it worked. God knows the guy has chatted up more good-looking women than I ever have in my own life. That's me in the corner.

I've long been tempted to interview the guy, because there's so much I want to know about him. Where is he from? What's his background? What's his physical malady all about? What are the most interesting, kind, and nasty things people have said to him? What are some interesting stories from the many months he's been hanging out at this particular corner? What does he hope the future brings to him? How does he manage to stay so upbeat?

I haven't done the interview yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will. I mean, it takes a certain amount of gumption to start quizzing a guy up and down; he might react poorly to the whole thing. But I've got a suspicion he would be all too glad to tell his story. I'm more worried about my ability to do the interview than his interest in answering my questions.

However, I took one baby step in that direction a few days ago. I was walking by, and as usual, he tosses out - "Sup, man? Got a dollar for me?" I was on my way to my mailbox, so I replied, "In a minute." I suppose he gets this kind of brush-off all the time, but I was sincere. I was going to come back with a dollar in a minute, because there was something I wanted to buy with it.

"Yo, yo!" he said as I returned to the corner. I handed him a dollar and asked, "What's your name?" In my mind, the question was "What's your real name?", since I had known him as "Sup" all these months.

"Zachary."
"OK, have a good night." And I left.

So now at least I had a real name for this person. That was a more dignified, after all, since I had heretofore attached a goofy moniker to him. But I really need to interview this guy one of these days. In a way, I admire him, even though his disposition and attitude just make me loathe myself even worse than before. I mean, seriously, what right do I have?

So be it. Zachary is one tough hombre. Respect.”

"The Only Animal..."

"Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is
struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be."
- William Hazlitt

"How It Really Is"

As always...

Dan, I Allegedly, "I’ve Been Banned for Life from Walmart"

Full screen recommended.
Dan, I Allegedly, 2/17/25
"I’ve Been Banned for Life from Walmart"
"Banned from Walmart for life - can you believe it? In today’s video, we’re talking about how one woman’s self-checkout scam led to her being banned from all 4,600 Walmart locations nationwide. It’s wild! From sneaky barcode swaps to store policies cracking down on theft, Walmart is taking major steps to combat fraud - and it’s impacting everyone. Plus, I’m sharing updates on layoffs, economic shifts, and some shocking stories about GrubHub, Chase Bank, and Panera Bread closures. We’ve got a lot to cover, so stick around as we dive into the consequences of these scams and how they’re changing the way we shop. Self-checkout drama, rising egg prices, and even AI job cuts - it’s all here. Don’t miss the insights and advice on staying valuable in your job during these uncertain times."
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Bill Bonner, "Forget the Tariffs"

"Forget the Tariffs"
by Bill Bonner

Baltimore, Maryland - "How it brings back memories! Back in the 1970s, as head of the National Taxpayers’ Union, we thought we could shame Congress into reducing spending by pointing out all the many wasteful, and often silly, ways the money got spent. Highways to nowhere…’studies’ of the obvious…fraud and improper payments -  millions of dollars were being wasted. But who cared? The purpose of the federal government is to transfer money from the public to the special interests. ‘Waste’ was just part of the deal.

And now the amounts are in billions and Elon is hard at work trying to eliminate ‘waste’ and ‘inefficiency’ - along with sending men to mars, boring huge holes in the ground, dominating the electric car market and doing $100 billion mergers and acquisitions.Is he sincere? Is The Donald behind him? Or, are they both just putting on a show?

We don’t know. But it will take more than just grandstanding to change the course of history. And it will require more than a sneaky tax hike to bring deficits under control. Herewith, among other things, is what we learned 50 years ago. “Tariffs are going to make us rich as Hell,” says Trump. Nobody believes it. Tariffs benefit select insiders with good lobbyists who are able to sell mediocre products at higher prices. In no case in history have tariffs ever made consumers better off.

And now this. Forbes: "Trump Says Value-Added Taxes Will Be Considered Tariffs." "President Donald Trump said Saturday value-added taxes, taxes levied to goods during each stage of production which are widely used in Europe, will be considered tariffs as part of the reciprocal tariff plan he argues would level the playing field in global trade - though economists project they would increase inflation this year.

Huh? The president proposes ‘reciprocal tariffs?’: "They charge us, we charge them. It’s the same thing, and I seem to be going in that line as opposed to a flat fee tariff.” Poor Mr. Trump… he doesn’t know where he’s going. No compass. No star to steer by. Tariffs for friends and foe. For immigration control…drug wars…foreign policy scams…25%…60%…10%… whatever.

He now says that when a foreign country taxes its citizens with VAT, he should do the same…but as a ‘tariff.’ ‘Reciprocal’ sounds fair. But if King Herod decides to murder all the children of Judea, should we murder our children too, just to stay even? In the 1960s, should we have let our central planners take charge…forced Americans to do pointless work…and made them all poor-- just to keep up with the Soviet economy?

Trump is right about one thing. A tariff is a tax. But it doesn’t make us rich; it makes us poor, falling mostly on our own households… not foreign countries nor big corporations. As we showed last week, real incomes are dropping, not rising, under the weight of 9% everyday price inflation. Even the feds’ inflation numbers show prices on the rise. CNN: "US inflation heats up to 3% for first time since June Consumer prices rose 0.5% from December - the fastest pace since August 2023 - resulting in an annual inflation rate of 3% for the 12 months that ended in January….

“The long national nightmare of inflation isn’t over yet for consumers, businesses, and investors,” Chris Rupkey, chief economist at FwdBonds, wrote in commentary issued Wednesday morning. “There could be some seasonality that pushes prices up at a faster clip in January, but today the news for [Federal Reserve] officials is all bad.”

Further evidence comes from Bloomberg: "The share of outstanding US consumer debt that’s in delinquency rose in the fourth quarter to the highest in almost five years, according to a Federal Reserve Bank of New York report. Total household debt - which is primarily composed of mortgages, student loans, auto loans and credit-card balances - rose 0.5% to a record $18 trillion.

We’ve gotten no call from the White House. But if Mr. Trump asked for our advice, we’d give it to him straight: Forget the tariffs. What really matters is the total amount of a society’s output that is crippled, diverted, or wasted by the feds. The more the feds take…the less is left for everyone else. The challenge is simple to understand, but hard to do: you have to reduce spending, regulations, taxes (including tariffs), and inflation…not add to them. And don’t squander your time squabbling with federal employees or trying to root out ‘waste.’ Instead, just cut the budget. Spending must be reduced, not by a few billions here and there, but by trillions of dollars. Milei in Argentina cut government spending by 40% in his first year in office.

So much hot air and smoke coming from the DC area, but is there a burning desire to reduce the size and the reach of the federal government? Back in the ‘70s, we might as well have been rubbing two wet sticks together. We got nowhere. Then, Ronald Reagan was elected. His budget director, David Stockman, made a valiant effort to slow spending, too. When that failed there were various rear-guard actions up to and including the Tea Party movement in this century. But the feds won every battle. Then as now, big government makes it possible for elites to get something at others’ expense. They won’t give it up until the money runs out. Stay tuned."