In a classic case of better late than never, an international panel of scientists has warned that we’ve passed the global-change tipping point. Actually, in this case, it’s not better late than never: it’s so late, it might as well be never.
I will be the first to register when I see an advertisement for the conference of my dreams. This conference focuses on the collapse of industrial ‘civilization.’ Such a collapse would wreak havoc on my 403(c), my 401(k), and my IRA. But it might save a few of the species and cultures that have managed to elude our iron fist, and that’s worth much more than the few dollars in my retirement funds.
If you’re waiting until things get bad before you start making other arrangements, I have two words for you: We’re there.
If you’re still in denial about economic collapse, check out this article, bearing in mind that we’re not halfway into the housing mess, the bank failures have only begun, and the vaunted American consumer is stretched like 2-pound-test fishing line with 20-pound bass on the hook.
When there’s no food on the shelves, no gas at the convenience store, and no water coming out the taps, it’s safe to conclude the empire has abandoned you. But if you think an economic recovery is right around the corner, you still will not abandon the empire. By that time, it’s too late to start thinking about other arrangements. Hell, it’s too late to pack the car and hit the road.
At some point, not so far away, nature becomes the ultimate authority. And that’s when I’ll stop fighting authority. At that point, I’ll need a new theme song. Got any ideas?
Prophet of Doom is a tough sell, as it always has been. Nobody appreciates a prophet in his own time, I suppose. On the other hand, there’s no need for a prophet in these times: the newspapers are filled with far more economic doom than I can keep up with, much less write about. So this post will focus on my personal approach to an economy rigged to fail.