Across the northern territories, where men pursue industry and drive U.S.A. prosperity the honest way, not drilling into our mother and sucking dry her oil, up here in the north, where we forge steel into machines, people are feeling rather jovial. The lands have bloomed, and the skies are filled with emerald green trees who compliment the resilient conifers in a wind-driven ballet of ecstatic movement. Mating season has taken hold, with plebeians flocking to town square 5-7 nights/week to have a go at courtship and good tidings.
It is all so magical, rising again from the desolate cold, so magical one may see the world through false lenses. Rose-colored lenses.
Everything looks better through rose-colored sunglasses, even the stocked market, which is saddled with maturing oil debt. Meanwhile Europe is flaring up, like it always does this time of year, yet nobody is taking it seriously…yet. Soon the imperial guard will lead the United Kingdom out of the hell hole that is Europe. German festivals will be infested with slobbering refugees, men of fighting age, who encircle and assault local Germanic women, much to the Dalai Lama’s chagrin.
The summer Olympics will begin–with the torch inviting people around the world to come and contract the deadly Zika. Perhaps this is our mother’s retribution for an unsettled population who would rather see billions spent educating and healing their youth instead of GAMES.
The land will begin to boil as the sun reaches its apex in the sky, summer solstice.
All this, and more, is on the horizon. So prepare. Clean your home like a crime scene, stock your food stores and potable water sheds. Tend to your gardens so they may bear fruit while the vine of your enemy withers. Temper your lust and gluttony, and prepare for austerity. Welcome it.
They may paint a rose picture across the stock index markets this week, but I will be at the front of the queue, selling my risk wares and stacking my nuts far away from your prying eyes.
Distinguished members of Exodus, the 81st Edition of Strategy Session has been published. Be sure to check it out.
If you enjoy the content at iBankCoin, please follow us on Twitter
The North is the Rust Belt. Dried up corrupt, union controlled cities with high crime and crumbling infrastructures. Foreclosures, poor factory workers out of a job, boarded up small shops dotting the landscape.
Now it’s the Meth / Heroin Belt.
Which is worse?
Anything but dried up. We have the greatest fresh water reserves in the world.