Sunday’s Child is Full of Grace

Portrait of Mona Lisa when she heard the results of the election.

So where was I when I so rudely interrupted myself? Oh, yes… I remember now. The question was, “What the hell are we going to do now?”, right?

Well, I’ll tell you — exactly nothing.

There’s nothing you can do in a big way to alter the situation, and altering the situation in a small way in the long run, it wouldn’t help, because there’s even more grief headed down the gulch than pitiful politicians can dump on us.

Actually, “nothing” is your best response, unless immediately threatened, in which case I advise, “run like hell”.

Short of threat, you can afford to be generous. Under threat — clearly, you waited too long. However, you will note that I myself am not planning to run for the nearest border. Millions of Americans are already doing that, as reflected in the numbers of applicants heading for Canada, and they don’t need me and my old car creaking down the road toward freedom.

Nope. I’m not running.

It’s not that I’m thinking I have even the slimmest of chances, or I have a ton of courage. It’s not about courage. The fact is, at 83, I can’t take any moving around or alteration in my environment.

Maybe you’re in the same situation, maybe not for the same reasons, but there you are, unable to just pick up what’s loose and nearby, and run out the door, never to return.

The thing is, if we’re left alone to just live quietly, it’s as if nothing happened in Washington except the usual thing, doubled down and dirty, and that’s the best case scenario. Hopefully, that’s what’s going to happen.

It’s not the big threat. It’s the little things, like the price of a loaf of bread, and where you can obtain something that is only on the black market.

I know exactly how to actually thrive in the environment that’s coming. If you grew up in the same place I did, you’d know how, too.

The main trick to learn is, everything’s for sale. That means, trust no one. Absolutely no one.

I know. It’s exactly the opposite of how you want to live, but how you want to live is not part of this discussion.

Now, let’s get serious here… We’ve all seen the commercials for the USD $2 bill with Trump tacked onto the surface.

You may not know this, but he’s awfully vain — in fact, he’s a walking talking example of what it means to be a Narcissist, which I capitalized to make it seem more important.

You can’t possibly have guessed what he’s going to do almost immediately if not sooner, but don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging — I’ll tell you what he’s going to do. And I’ll lay odds that it will happen real soon.

You know him well enough to realized that one of the very first things he’s going to do is to put his face on ALL the money, and that means that all your hoarded US Dollar bills are going to be worth nothing.

At the moment, all bills are worth the same, no matter when they were issued, but that’s easy to change, when you control both houses, the white house and the court. It’s a done deal that this will happen.

They’ll offer you ten Trump Dollars for every US dollar you turn in, and guess what happens then?

The answer is clear and obvious:

The price of a loaf of bread is suddenly $300.00 and you wonder what has just happened there, and you’ll be right — you’ve been happened.

So the point is to get rid of all those US dollars, right? I mean, what else can you do? You want to preserve its value somehow.

That means conversion — but to what? Canadian dollars are not safe from this move, stocks and bonds might be, and maybe bitcoin, but it’s only a matter of time before those go under the same law as soon as they can do it.

The plan is to have Trump’s picture everywhere, along city streets, on flagpoles, absolutely everywhere, and to find whatever personal wealth you’ve been stashing under the mattress.

But what can you possibly convert your cash — in a timely manner — into?

What would be guaranteed to be worth something after the slaughter of the American Dollar?

I know the answer to that, but I’m certainly not telling in public. Want to know the answer to this little political conundrum?

I’ll give you a hint. (hint)

Okay, that’s enough of a hint. I don’t want to accidentally blurt out the answer, at least not before I have a chance to blurt it out at our morning zoom meeting in just a couple of hours from now, and I hope to see you there while we’re still allowed to meet in zoom.

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