Saturday, January 3, 2015
Please Don't Feed the "Zombies."
It's now 2015 and time to post another of my little essays to the benefit of my tens of avid followers. Yes, my friends, it's time for me, the Chuckmeister, your faithful servant, to once again opine on one of the myriad topics upon which I'm considered an expert. And they are many. And the coming End Of The World is just such a topic. So, with apologies in advance to the one or two of you out there in the Digital Universe who may, for some reason or other, disagree with my conclusions, here goes:
Have you ever wondered exactly what will happen when this whole mess implodes? You know, when the Chinese and the Japanese and the English stop buying our once-great Country's debt and the food stamps stop flowing and the welfare checks stop magically appearing in inner-city mailboxes nationwide?
Or, perish the thought, when we stop buying our own debt (a little known fact: we print money 24/7 to buy back our own bonds, and then place them lovingly in a file cabinet in an office building in Silver Springs, Maryland, only to be removed and dusted off when we once again refinance that debt by printing ever more money, buying new bonds to replace the old ones, and once again filing them away).
Until just recently, that printing and buying and refinancing flurry has been to the tune of $85,000,000,000 a month!
I wonder the same thing. I wonder what will happen when our $18 Trillion national debt balloons to an ever larger, and finally unmanageable pile of IOUs. It's estimated that we, you and me, will owe in excess of Twenty One Trillion Dollars by the time our semi-retired, Vacationer-in-Chief packs up and departs the White House. If, in fact, He ever does (there are those who opine that He ((capital "H" satirically intended)) will declare martial law and cancel the elections, thus rendering Himself Emperor-for-Life, or maybe Kim Jung-Obama). By then we will owe an amount approximately equal to our Gross National Product. And that will put us in really bad company. We will be in the same sorry state as Greece, and that's not a good state in which to be.
No doubt you've read that the Chinese have just surpassed the U.S. in terms of the world's largest economy. We haven't been second on this list since Harding was President. Pretty soon Greece may leave us in the taillights as well.
By then our interest payments on the debt will be over $500 Billion a year. And that's a number quite large enough to cover the total cost of our military. Five Hundred Billion Dollars a Year! And likely as not, receipts to the Treasury will start to go down precipitously as our indebtedness goes up. And when the Fed stops trying to print its way out of trouble, and allows the interest rates to ramp up, our interest payments on the national debt will balloon! That, my friends, is what a degree in economics helps me foretell. If the Feds can no longer "prime the pump" with stimulus borrowings, or printings, or, as they call it, "quantitative easings," the productivity of America will go down. And our ability to repay our debt will suffer.
By the way, don't you love how the Feds can come up with such innocuous terms as "quantitative easing" for something so awful and nasty as printing $85,000,000,000 (that's Billion with a "B") a month? Me too.
And the result? Food stamps will no longer magically appear in the mailboxes of recipients all over the Nation. And welfare checks will stop. And Aid to Families With Dependent Children would cease. And Obamaphones will stop ringing. And all the Federal assistance that the "poor" count on would stop dead in its tracks. No more money to them, my friends. They might even have to sell one of their flat screen TVs to get by.
Need an example? Remember when Hurricane Katrina hit? Four out of five New Orleans residents had already beat feet and boogied from the Crescent City to Houston or Dallas or other points north by the time the torrential rains started. The same rains that had been predicted ad nauseum by the TV weathermen on every channel for a week. The only ones left were the welfare recipients who had to wait just a couple of more days for their checks to appear in the mail. We're talking 20% of the Big Easy's total population here. They couldn't afford to leave. And many of them died as a result.
So what, dear friends, do you think those similarly affected in the modern day will do?
The "Zombies" will be upon us. Zombies? For those of you who haven't had the good fortune to sit at the feet of the Chuckmeister and hear him (me!) pontificate on all things political, Zombies are the term I use for the mostly brain-dead loser-takers that sit around drinking Colt .45 and watching Jerry Springer reruns all day while awaiting the arrival of their beloved welfare check. Zombies is an all-inclusive term for the near-human flotsam that offers nothing to society, but takes so much from those of us who actually produce. We're the makers, they're the takers. And I think there's a good chance they're about to start taking, big-time.
I think they, the Zombies, will rampage. I think they'll hit the streets with pitchforks and torches looking for the "stuff" they've been getting for free from those who have it...you and me. Think of it: Third, fourth, even fifth-generation welfare recipients cut off, cold turkey, from the booze, the hot dogs, the crack, the cigarettes, the blow, the weed, the lobsters, and well, the turkeys they're counting on keep their inner-city bodies and souls together. And they'll come looking for it from the folks who have the most of it and are the least able to protect it.
Why? The lefty commie weenies in the Gummint have made it ever harder for you to realize and act on your 2nd Amendment rights. Or to even understand that you can - and should - do so. And thus, you're less prepared to protect yourself and your family when you, and they, need it most.
Example? Try to buy a gun in Chicago. The Democrats who have run the city for decades, decades (more than sixty years, to be exact), have made it nearly impossible for their citizenry to go out and buy a gun with which to protect themselves. Example: In order to be granted a license to buy a firearm there, one must undergo 18 hours of formal training at a professional gun range. The problem? There are no gun ranges in Chicago. That's why there are about 50 shootings every weekend there, and an average of 8 deaths. Upwards of 400 a year, in fact. And all those who don't possess guns can do is duck and cover.
D. C. is no different. And Philly. And Baltimore. And Los Angeles. Want a gun to protect yourself and those you love? It's a good idea to live in Texas, or Florida, or Oklahoma, or Arizona, or Idaho, or any one of 37 other states that feature elected leaders who can actually read and understand what the 27 little words in our 2nd Amendment to the Bill of Rights says. You know, especially the part where it says, "...the right to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed."
Want to buy a gun in Texas? Here's what you do. You go to your local gun store and...buy a gun. Or two, or six, or twenty.
Want to buy a gun here in the People's Republic of Taxifornia? You go to you local gun store. You take a test designed to determine whether you're actually safe enough, in the opinion of those of our elected leaders who more than likely have never even touched a gun, to own a gun. You pay the guy behind the counter $25 for the privilege of answering those 25 questions. You then pick out your gun. But only one. You may not purchase more than one gun per month in our state. Why? Because "they" don't want you to.
Next, you pay a $25 fee for the NICS-system background check. (NOTE: All of you who have been told you should loudly clamor and lobby your Congressweenies for "Universal Background Checks," be aware we already have them. We've had them for decades. Didn't know that? The lefties have been blowing smoke up your you-know-what.)
Okay, to continue, you now pay for the gun. You then get to go home and wait 10 days before you can go back to the store and pick it up. This "waiting period" is the Nanny State's effort to protect a mythical someone from you in case you want to buy the gun to kill them. I guess they figure you'll be over your presumed insane mad spell in ten days (why not twelve, or fourteen?). But what, I ask, are you to do if the Zombies are coming for your "stuff" and they just won't agree to wait ten days? Yeah, what?
That's why, my friends, I'm advocating that you immediately begin hoarding two things in anticipation of the cataclysmic happenings just around the corner; canned goods and ammunition. Oh yeah, first go out right now and buy all the guns you can get your hands on, which you'll need to shoot the ammo at the grungy folks who will be marauding your neighborhood and trying their best to Bogart your stuff.
And remember, the cops won't be there to protect you when you need them the most. If you'll go back to Katrina-time videos on YouTube, you'll discover that it was the cops who were doing most of the robbing and stealing and ripping off merchants during Katrina. They actually cleaned out all the inventory from a New Orleans Cadillac dealer's lot. Every single car. More than 50 of them. And that old saying once again holds sway: "When seconds count, the police are only minutes away." In the case of Katrina, certain cops managed to be several hundred miles away in their brand-new Cadillacs.
Is it guaranteed to be this way? No, it isn't. It just might be that America comes to embrace uber-Progressive politics, learns to love Obamacare, begins to embrace hyper-intrusive nanny state laws, and winds up enjoying not having a job and being a parasite on their fellow citizens. Oh, and the Gummint figures out how to keep on printing their way to economic Valhalla.
Or not! In any event, my friends, you've been warned...