I haven’t felt much like writing recently. That must be obvious.
I’ve been wondering: is this how it felt in 1937? or maybe 1914?
I see the maelstrom approaching: an ever-encroaching federal government, nearly a failure at what it is supposed to do but dedicated to assaulting liberty and individuality more each day; the worldwide rise of anti-Semitism; the worldwide debt and currency crisis; the food crisis.
I see how we have already been affected. We haven’t travelled in years, not even a weekend away for our anniversary. We have cut out as much spending as possible. We need to cut some more. What we’ve got isn’t going to be worth much of anything, and it will need to last an indeterminate amount of time. This does not inspire confidence!
I see my neighbors, nearly all retirees living “the good life” and seemingly oblivious to the disaster that is preparing to pounce. They travel, they shop, they praise ObamaCare. When I wonder about their style of living, I remind myself that many of them have pensions paid for by taxpayers. They may feel insulated from financial difficulties now, but that situation will be changing, probably sooner rather than later. They do not seem even to have noticed that their financial situations are precarious.
And it is not just money, of course. The respect currently given to pernicious ideas takes my breath away.
Is this how it felt to be on the brink of world war, to witness the beginnings of the Holocaust?
We have all lived so well for so long. Do we have what it takes to weather the approaching storm? Is there anything at all that we can do to ameliorate the hard times coming?
We’re in cougar country. You can hike around any time of the day you like, even dusk and dawn; but if you fail to keep a lookout, it will be your own skin.
(I do still believe we’ll muddle through!)