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Saturday, February 1, 2014

Groundhog's Day Escape

An Agent of the King in Every Home

We are at the breaking point. There are plenty of people who think that January's stock-market avalanche was caused by the Fed's trimming back of it's money printing program, but of course these people fail to realize that when you grab the tiger by the tail, you've trimmed the choices down to only two...keep doing what your doing or get eaten. The market's reaction was predictable. The FED has two choices, ramp-up the money printing, or watch as the stock-market pulls a belly-flop that will make 1987's Black Monday look like a picnic in comparison. All of us have been tiptoeing around this. I bet you've felt it. You've probably even pointed it out. If you're like me, you've it just me? Am I Cassandra or Harold Camping?

Government behavior that would have been unimaginable only 10 years ago, goes unremarked upon today. Ho-hum...just another day in Neo-America. Doctors and police colluded in the rape and torture of American citizens in New Mexico. The Attorney General of the United States of America...Eric Holder initiated a one-man war against the Tea-Party ... I could recite the litany of constitutional abuses as well as you could...Fast and Furious, Benghazi, IRS vs. Tea Party, Executive Orders gone wild, NSA vs. All of us, Dinesh D'Souza charged with ... what?

I think we can all see the handwriting on the wall. If you speak up, if you complain, if you rock the boat, that's your ass. There's no more freedom of speech. There's no more protection from the government against unreasonable search and seizure. You have the right to remain silent...until the Supreme court decides that torture is okay as long as it's in a good cause.

I'm turned around and lost. I keep going back to my experience with the really nail-biting fictional novels that have sustained and teased me past eternities of tedious boredom over the years. One thing you can depend on. When things are seemingly at their worst, the plot is about to twist, and somehow it will get even worse! Until magically the stars will align, the seas really will stop rising, the angels will sing Hosanna and everything will somehow turn out just perfect! I can't wait for the happily-ever-after. I'm waiting. When does the Deus-ex-machina make everything become totally perfect? I just re-read Dave Duncan's Handful of Men series. Four exciting books full of wonderful escape, that will allow you to—at times—forget the tidal-wave of reality looming on the horizon.

Read the fourteen gargantuan books in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time. I did, over and over and over. Watch Groundhog's day with Bill Murray. I did, over and over and over. The problem is that it's just not working anymore. It's getting harder and harder to forget the ever-tightening noose that's choking us. As freedom and the pursuit of happiness fades into a distant daydream, as the same gray morning dawns cold and evermore pointlessly over and over, it makes me wonder when...

When will the author of this horror story we're all living in introduce a ray of hope?
You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.

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