It's a curious symptom of the consensus trance zombifying the American public and its auditors in the media that something like a "recovery" is now deemed to be underway. And, as events compel me to repeat in this space, it begs the question: recovery to what?
What's "out there" is a panorama of mutually reinforcing critical problems pertaining to how we live on this continent. Like the obesity, heart disease, and diabetes that plague the public, these problems are disorders of lifestyle habits and the only possible "cure" is a comprehensive revision of lifestyle.
It will be interesting to see, for instance, if there is any uproar over the evolving story of Goldman Sachs's latest raid on the US Treasury.
As long as the stock markets seem to rally -- no matter what else is really going on in America -- nobody will pay much attention to the disgusting irregularities.
Since it is that time of year, and I am haunting the gardening shop, one can't fail to notice the many styles of pitchforks for sale.
PHB, to Dogbert: We need to hire the best marketing expert we can find. Your résumé says you've won the Nobel prize in marketing, and five Olympic medals in the marketing biathlon. What's a marketing biathlon?
Dogbert: You ski up to people who won't buy your crap and you shoot them.
