From a Good Friday to an Easter Mourning.

Dances With Toadies in Wolves' Clothing

The Greens and Their Dancing Partner: The Fossil Fuel Industry

We stand on the lip of a precipice playing the flute, hoping to skip out of the way of the rat-race we have luridly lured to join in our Pride Parade just before it plummets over the cliff into the abyss.  Having decided that the crush of humanity has become too onerous to support, we have dressed ourselves in the musky pelts of the bison of the West and dance in the moonlight while the mavericks have already formulated their plans on how to stampede us to our own destruction in a mad, blind rush of panic. Immunity from the herd is unheard of. 

 Death stalks us everywhere, as does science, not coincidentally.

 Thatcher knew what she was saying when she claimed there is no such thing as society. An avid reader, she knew of Henry Adams' statement that, "Society is immortal but people are not"; thus did her statement reflect the politico-class' dance with doom, for if there is no such thing as society, surely humanity, or at least what we have come to refer to as civilization, has no future. 

In such a context, mankind's somnambulant march over the cliffs of Dover into the Dead Sea it has created has the ring of inevitability to it. The East's thirst for Democracy is a cruel prank, the adoption of a corpse on life support, the electrical juice for which comes from the very nations wishing to join the death cult. Who could have guessed that fulfilling our deepest, darkest desires while ignoring our real needs could propel us to self immolation? Hoisted on our own petard, strapped to the mast by our own design, we have entrusted our lives to forces of our own creation but over which we have ceded control. Like Texans frozen in their homes, we paid our bills, and now pay with our lives for the faith we placed in known criminals; we put our trust in entities that never experience suffering, that formulate dark plans to profit just-in-time from ours. Instead of a gold watch, at your forced retirement you get a personalized body bag.

There is no such thing as society: There is only the economy.

 Adams got it wrong. Capital is immortal but government is not.

The Greens' Ills:  Ultimate Insolvency:

With Greensill Bank's collapse, hundreds of German municipalities have seen their savings evaporate, savings they allocated to a regional bank to escape the onerous payments levied on their "savings" by the ECB's negative interest rates. 

I peruse my bank statement from a "savings" account in which I have six thousand dollars. I've earned not one red cent. I then pay my credit card account balance of a comparable amount. The cash bonus is $100.00. 

Seeking the safety of Savings is punished, your funds confiscated; taking on the risk of unsecured debt is rewarded ... by the entity holding the loan. Banks that once rewarded its depositors with toasters for opening an account now lure them into debt traps with cash. Yet the more you borrow the greater your sorrow, but not ‘til tomorrow. 

Forbearance merely pushes the day of insolvency a few more months into the dark future.

When a pandemic strikes, you have no savings, why would you? So you're left with no resources, hence no way to pay the debt, and the well-oiled trap springs shut. The Mouse Trap for the Rat race. The big rigs are lining up to toss the body bags into. Crematoria burn corpses to heat the hospitals; Like mummies stoking locomotives, the dead can dance as hot coals; re-open the schools so that minors instead of miners can provide the renewable fuel of the future; as Tsar Nicholas II infamously claimed, the one thing you can depend on the peasants to do is reproduce themselves in unsustainable numbers. E=MC squared means that Black Lives’ Matter is transformed via the green new deal into the Black Deaths' Energy. 

So let's go on vacation while we still can:

There have been 60 to 70 full German vacation flights a day to the Spanish island of Mallorca, which will host an estimated 40,000 Germans over Easter alone. While in the US, as case numbers and variants rise, so too do the number of flights. Not content with the multiplicity of deadly variants of a viral microbe, the most advanced nations of the world still insist on their right to Chase freedom, while the places they will fly away from after a few sun-drenched, alcohol-fueled daze, will be left, like denizens of America's favorite warzone, enduring Freedom ... just not their own.

  Liberté et égalité 

The Spic and Spandemic: No Child Left Behind

This is not so surprising as it seems. Mankind soon celebrates Easter Sunday, a celebration of folly. Left to decide whether a man was buried alive or rose from the dead, it has decided to opt for what it knows is nonsense, and ignore the explanation that is actually possible.

Spinoza was right, there is no such thing as the immortality of the soul. He proved it mathematically. For which endeavor he was excommunicated. 

Science tells us that not only our star, but even the universe itself is mortal; so the only mystery remains the ethereal dark matter that is non-interchangeable with dark energy since E=MC squared is inoperative, there being no light in the dark, leaving utter darkness as the only infinite state in the unknown universe.

Gogol this String Theory:

Dead Souls trapped for eternity in the confining bonds of Dark Matter are in hell, while the alternative,  being free to traverse the endless realms of space-time, skipping through the multiverse as Dark Energy, is Heaven.

We have read of time and the river in a western journal; explored the far and the near to uncover the story of a novel somewhere in the hills beyond both the Web and the Rock of Gibraltar; traveled from death to morning to find out if only the dead know Brooklyn; but all we've learned is that we can't look homeward again, Angel, as the lost boy in Wolfe's clothing has swallowed everything whole.