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The Astral Morass
Things are getting bad in my area of suburban Chicago. The local schools are going to be closed until Fall 2021 from what it looks like. The kids hate it and the smart ones all know it’s bullcrap. Restaurants are shut down. People are on edge. The fearmongers are winning — there are mini-freak outs everywhere, people dramatically staying home from work because they knew someone who came within five feet of someone who had COVID. The most palpable part of it is the hair trigger feeling, the negative electricity that seems to infuse the air. Driving has been really bad. I am seeing more accidents than ever before on my commute, tons of sirens and ambulances. Anyone who is sensitive to the unseen (I’m talking psychic stuff, like empaths) is in hell because of the generally trashy state of the collective mind right now. If you’re above the age of puberty, I highly recommend doing a daily banishing ritual such as this one and wearing a basic protection amulet every day, and if you pray to a god, right now would be a good time to redouble your efforts.
Unhappy Winners
You would think the Democrats would be happy their cheating paid off, but they’re not. We now have Portland rioters ahem I mean protestors shouting that they don’t want Biden, they want revenge. Isn’t that rich? Revenge for what? Not getting their gay automated luxury welfare communism on schedule? Revenge because the single family home they inherited from their grandmother won’t clean and repair itself? The Democrats in the US have become the epitome of toxic femininity. What I’m talking about here is the passive, receptive idea they have that the world owes them a living. They were often born on third and think they hit a homer. They consider themselves self-starters but when we get down to brass tacks, they were born with many advantages that they are nearly consistently ungrateful for. I knew a rich girl who was bitterly depressed that she wasn’t a celebrity. She worshipped celebrities so much that it angered her that her family didn’t have the right connections or money to provide her with a career as a film director. This girl is par for the course. Every upper middle class liberal I grew up with battles depression that springs from a grandiose foundation of personal entitlement. There is no sense of noblesse oblige for these types because they honestly see themselves as poor. They don’t have Bill Gates money or Stephen Spielberg money, therefore they are poor.
Let Them Watch Netflix
These are the people who will cause the Great Depression and not be aware of how they caused it. There is an attitude among rich city dwellers and comfortable suburbanites that everybody can hole up in their residences, binge watch Netflix, order takeout and grocery delivery, and easily coordinate a work from home schedule with their employer. Anyone who thinks that this is a doable model for the average working class American is breathtakingly naive. Outside of a small professional managerial salary class bubble, there’s hardly one of us who can take off a few days when we are sick let alone a permanent cushy telecommuter arrangement. Everyone knows this except for the Marie Antoinette Facebook/Instagram addicts who virtue signal from their smartphones. My work as a music teacher doesn’t work that way. Mostly, I teach singing, and the curriculum lessons involves the student singing into a microphone in a sound abated vocal booth about 60% of their lesson time. So yes, it’s one of those jobs where you have to be there. Democrats cry SAFETY as they attempt to force me out of a business that I built from scratch twenty four years ago. I would understand if this was ebola or polio but we all know COVID is neither of those. In 2018, 350K people died in car accidents in the US. The ginned up, inflated number of American deaths due to COVID is 230K. This means that I am statistically more likely to die as a result of getting in a car than I am of COVID, and not by a small factor. According to the logic of fearmongers, this statistical fact means we should end all use of automobiles immediately.
Who's Ready For A Great Depression?
I’m not ready for a Great Depression, despite the fact I’ve known our entire civilization is in a slow, uneven spiral towards deindustrialization. Our empire is fraying as it tumbles to its inevitable end. We are Rome, we are the Classic Maya, we are 17th century Spain. I saw the writing on the wall years ago, which is why I made it my goal to live in a modest house in a modest neighborhood. I achieved my goal — my house is so small, current zoning laws would not permit it to be rebuilt as small as it is. My neighbors are every color of the skin color rainbow. I vegetable garden and I’m semi-OK at it, but I am not Depression ready. We have northern Illinois winters here and I am NOT a master gardener despite having gardened for about five years. I have never canned food on my own (I helped a friend can tomatoes and that’s it). I cook from scratch fairly well and of course that is helpful, but I’m far from being a hundred percent self-sufficient if all the poop hits all the fans.
Overall though? I’ll be fine. You know why? I have studied the Stoics. I am a deeply spiritual person. I pray. I am constantly doing banishing rituals and blessings. Furthermore, though I was once upper-middle class and miss the perks such as not worrying about how to pay utility bills and being able to do my laundry in my own home, I’m fine with being lower middle class. I don’t see it as deprivation at all. I see myself as enjoying luxuries Roman emperors had no access to: chocolate covered strawberries in midwinter, anyone? Ice cream in the summer? My liberal ex-friends who spend most of their time on Facebook virtue signaling are in for a much rougher ride. One point of it is economic: I don’t live high on the totem pole in a well-off neighborhood where one is constantly keeping up with the Joneses. I don’t have kids. I don’t even have much of a lawn — every year it gets chipped away for my gardens. It’s not me who has to worry about finding a skill that people are willing to trade for when all of the stock dividends and bond markets dry up via the Depression. That’s the thing about the salary class: most of their income comes from dividends, bonds, stock market stuff and retirement packages. Like I mentioned earlier, this often happens in the form of an inherited gift such as grandmother’s old house, but I have yet to meet an affluent salary class person who didn’t have a great deal of wealth tied up in stocks and their derivatives. In a Great Depression, the market crashes and all of that type of hallucinatory wealth vaporizes. All of those comfortable folk will be in very bad shape if they get the Depression they are gunning for in the form of Joe Biden. I may not know how to can my own soup but they don’t know how to live. When the food I have is down to 2 cups of flour, an onion, a can of stewed tomatoes, and a quarter cup of cooking oil, I don’t worry, because I can make a two course meal out of that: flatbreads and tomato soup, easy. They will sit in front of their nearly empty cupboards and cry. They will lash out at their kids. They will blame their mates. They will drink and do drugs. They will open their wrists into a warm bathtub. They can’t deal with a Great Depression. Their identity is all tied up in the stuff they have to display to others. Their stuff owns them.
That’s why it makes no sense that they are eager to bring on a fatal round of devastating economic setbacks in the form of Biden and lockdowns. This is why I theorize they are obsessed by demonic forces: how else could they be so compelled to shoot themselves in both feet? One thing the salary class has failed to understand is that sooner or later, they are affected by a crashing economy. They may have skidded by while hair salons, karate studios, dance troupes, show choirs, and restaurants dropped like flies. They may have Netflixed and chilled while the hospitality and travel industries imploded and while small manufacturers dried up. They may have online binge shopped while the car dealership closed and the local movie house shut its doors for good, but they too will feel the economic sting if we get Biden and a Great Depression.
The Four Horsemen
It’s not just stock and bond wealth that goes away in a Depression. The way I see it, there are four industries that serve as the horsemen of the Professional Managerial Class’s coming apocalypse. They are Health/Sickcare, Insurance, Entertainment, and College.
The Sickcare Industry
We are quickly getting to the point where nobody will trust an allopathic doctor as far as they can throw them. The sick care industry is bloated and it has the gigantic hospitals to prove it. Did you ever notice how huge hospitals in the US have become? They are often as large as cities. Think of all the money they charged people for stupidly expensive drugs, for astronomical health insurance, and for dramatically inflated surgeries, and hospital room and board. Now think of how many people die horrendous, wasting deaths of cancer, kidney disease, and lung disease anyway. Where does all that money go? The words “money laundering” come to mind whenever I see a giant hospital. The sickcare industry stopped even attempting to cure people long ago — no, it’s all about “managing” one’s health so they remain in a state of suffering so that maximum dollars can be extracted from them and their families. Sickcare, health insurance, and Big Pharma have been disgustingly corrupt for a long time. COVID proved how evil these people are in their hearts, being lauded as heroes while participating in the trapping the elderly in solitary confinement and not allowing people to die surrounded by their loved ones. Any administrator, doctor, nurse, or health care worker complicit in the travesties we’ve got going on right now is karmically accountable. I didn’t make the rules: do a garbage deed, like preventing an old dying grandfather from seeing his grandkids, and you will deal with garbage karma. It’s cause and effect.
The Insurance Industry
Generator of massive colonies of office plankton. So many insurances: life insurance, home insurance, health insurance, mortgage insurance, car insurance. In a Great Depression, does the salary class believe that everyone will remain conscientious about their insurance payments? Fat chance, and if we collectively decide we cannot afford insurance, there are legions of cozy e-commuting insurance workers who won’t be able to find a job literally to save their lives.
The Infotainment Industry
I know someone who is mega rich because he has a fancy job that involves the building of large entertainment venues. This mega rich person lives in a giant McMansion in a super posh neighborhood. If the Democrats get their wish and close down sports stadiums, convention centers, and performance arenas for the next decade or two, this person is 100% out of a job. Remember what I said about my gardening and coming home to an empty cupboard and not panicking? These people don’t garden. He will not know what to do. Unlike me, there’s not a person in his household who can fix a broken pipe or pick up a guitar and teach someone how to play it. They will end up squatting in their own luxury McMansion as the roof springs leaks, that is if they don’t become homeless as they’ve done a fairly good job of alienating all but a select few who occupy the same elite class ladder rung as they do.
The College Industry
If you or a loved one is in college or thinking about going there, I would highly recommend they consider sitting it out for a year. What we have in the college industry is frenetic competition for ever-smaller pieces of affluent pie. Before COVID, the job market was already glutted with liberal arts majors desperate to get jobs in their field while neck deep in college debt. Now one is expected to spend the college years in solitary confinement, telecommuting to classes from one’s jail cell I mean dorm room on campus. Plus one’s parents are still expected to pay full tuition for the privilege. College was a racket when I went 26 years ago, and this is coming from someone who uses her four year degree every single day, plus my job is heavily tied to my degree. Let’s face it, if you can’t go to college to at least flirt with potential mates and socialize with buddies, it isn’t worth it. Hell, it’s hardly worth the 20K per year if you have those things. If the Great Depression occurs, nobody’s going to college. Maybe a select few will go but I’d expect it to be like the 1900s — you only went to college if you were deadly serious about it, and it basically took a whole village worth’s of resources to get you there because you were tremendously gifted. Again, with the college racket deflated, what will these people do? What do all the teacher’s aides and administrators and admissions counselors do? Are they going to be okay with packing up and moving back in with their elderly parents at age 43 with husband and kids in tow? Cause that’s what’s gonna happen. It’s either that or be homeless and live out of a van.
We live in a fading empire that over-expanded itself into collapse. Why are Democrats trying to bring on the collapse? Are they actually this stupid? Sadly, I think the answer is Yes. This is a group of generations of people so used to skating away from the consequences of their actions, I think they believe nothing truly bad will happen to them because nothing truly bad has happened before. If Trump gets in, I believe the Left will attempt to tear the country apart via civil war in the form of insurgencies, however, this is vastly preferable to the Left winning and getting a Great Depression that only people like me will manage to thrive in.
