perfidy

I've decided that rather than worry about the current economic crisis, I'm going to enjoy it. Not because I enjoy seeing people suffer, but because I have great respect for the concept of chaos, and undoings of any sort intrigue me. I love giant snowstorms, for example, not because I like snow, but because nothing thrills me more than watching Ma Nature incapacitate Cleveland as if to serve a bitch-slap reminder that she is still in charge, godammit.

So, yes, chaos, and I keep looking up at CNN to watch the Dow drop lower and lower and lower. As I type this, it's thinking about dropping below 8,000. Fascinating. This makes me wonder. If the market, say, drops to zero, what happens? Will all the bespectacled brokers on the market floor snap entirely and turn on each other, feasting on each other's flesh and triumphantly waving human femurs in the air as the big electronic screens rain sparks on the bedlam below? That might be fun.

When we hit the zero mark, does that mean we just bag money entirely and go back to being agrarian? I've given this substantial thought, and I'm considering that the best investment any smart American could make right now is in the Sheep Industry. You know, for barter. I have a rather substantial backyard that I believe could accommodate a head of sheep, assuming that a "head" constitutes a number less than 50. Mapgirl has already agreed to help with shearing and wool processing. I think I'd also plant stuff so we could eat.

Ministers, I have your backs. At the culmination of the decline of the American infrastructure, you shall all be welcome here in Cleveland Heights. I'll feed you, keep you warm, and make sure the WiFi stays churning. You bring the booze and guns.