Finite-0

Greetings good citizen, today's parable is about limits and the consequences of ignoring them.

Today's bitchslap goes like this: you are about to witness what happens when 'infinite money' encounters the proverbial empty cupboard.

All money is funny and those who control the printing press will always have more of it than you will...so guess who is going to 'win' the battle of the empty cupboard? [That's right, the guy with the gun!]

[The 'true finale' will be when the guy with the gun faces off with the guy with the bomb. The ultimate 'no-win' situation.]

There are many 'open factors' in this equation including is there enough of anything left to tide the gun group over until the next growing season? If there isn't then walking away is a non-option and even the standoff itself becomes the final act of insanity.

REGARDLESS of WHEN the huddled, shivering and largely helpless masses hit the (somewhat flexible) wall of finite resources [Which is to suggest that hoarding will be a big factor long before the dog hits the end of its leash at full gallop] and our standoff situation will likely play itself out repeatedly as the 'remnants of humanity' continue to 'allow' those who control money to seal their fate.

It is here we encounter the test of 'who is 'smart', who is 'intelligent' and who is 'clever'?

The ones who control money think they are 'smart' because they were able to 'outbid' everyone for what they needed (and they made sure there was excess for the destitute to fight over rather than coming after their hoard which they keep under heavy guard.)

It is here that the guessing game begins. Did they squirrel away enough to keep themselves and their guards fed for the duration of the artificial crisis? Underestimate and you're dead but there is also 'pilferage' and theft to consider once the guards figure out they are sitting on a gold mine...(Who is the 'smarty-pants' now?)

Then we have the intelligent who know how to survive 'off the land' [as slender as those resources have become.] The intelligent will 'raid' the pantries of the 'smart' and barter with the guards for what they need.

The intelligent will manage their resources by keeping their numbers minimal, if you are going to be part of 'team intelligent' you had better have a skill they need because nobody skates!

Which brings us to the clever. Like the legions of old, they too will unite with the like minded and prey upon the softer targets the enablers of the civilized predators offer. [You already know this ends poorly, after the 'soft targets' are exhausted these rag-tag armies will eliminate one another until the 'Man with the gun' (and his 'army/crew') is the last one standing.

Dead or dying are those who worked hard and kept their mouths shut while everything turned to shit. [Hint: The 'time to act' is N-O (f'n)-W!]

If you can't find the refrigerator without a roadmap and a cheat sheet you are a dead man walking.

If you are content with not knowing where food comes from or how it is processed you will die in the first weeks of the crisis along with the bulk of the 'ignorant'.

Worse, many of you will hasten that process by eating things that were not meant for human consumption [not all of these suicides will be 'intentional'.]

Did I mention I pull no punches? Life is grim and so am I.

The planet isn't played but the people driving the bus are out of 'tricks' and they have no idea how to stave off a revolt that will lead to collapse.

That is why NOW is the time to save ourselves...wait until after and there won't be anything left to save.

Chew on that, especially if you think you are so tough.

Until next time Head,

Gegner