Lately, The Great Financial Wall St Shitshow has been garnering attention. 15 years ago, in 2008, right about this time, on the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows, Leahman Brothers collapsed, ushering in the Great Panic. In rapid succession, stocks collapsed while talk of Economic Armageddon swirled. Then, The Shrub gave us "TARP", with the "Bailout Package", starting breathtakingly in the hundreds of billions, eventually bloating to multiple trillions. Meanwhile, "contagion" from a laughably corrupt "real estate market", threatened to spread across banks, the insurance industry, the "service and tourism industries", until it closed in on the retail behemoths and supermarkets.
Not that this Wolf had not been looking for this since about 1995 or so, when he began to realize the world was not only one colossal racket, but was bankrupt as well. (Prosperous businesses do not worry about how many pencils and paper clips the office pool is using.) Rather what troubled him was the utter lack of any prudent prognosticators warning of the impending demise, as though the whole "Y2K" debacle had not been warning enough as to how precariously interlinked and unsustainable the "global infrastructure" had become.
And instead of a sobering realization at all levels that mankind was at the precipice of a Biblical Disaster created by the stupidity of cowardly political and economic leadership, and pulling back from the brink, instead, we got dumbells that hit the accelerator from warp to ludicrous speed. When the masses started "investing" in "BitCoins", "Air B&B's", and remained in stock markets that had no business being elevated stratospherically beyond anything that could even be called "nosebleed" levels, this Wolf realized that absolutely all moorings with metaphysics and sanity had been cast to the winds.
At this point, this Wolf will name two people he is acquainted with just to help make this reality tangible and scary. Billy Ray Valentine, producer of the Infinite Fringe Podcast, lives, as far as this Wolf knows, in Manhattan. First off, when the SHTF moment comes, this Wolf has always prognosticated that the event will come faster than Investment Joe can speed dial his Broker. In virtually the blink of an eye, all those plastic cards and QR codes are not going to work, plain and simple. Cash will be king for a few days to a week; afterwards, bartering will be the order of the day. In Manhattan, survival will be measured in days- if not hours. Joe Sixpack lives from pizza to pizza and beer to beer, both of which will be unavailable within hours. Then the Sheeple on that Island will suddenly understand what a farce "gun control" was. But, in the unimaginable hell that follows, with streets being littered by bodies shot in combat over the last can of tuna at the corner store or jumping out the windows in suicidal desperation, will only be the beginning of sorrow as the stampede to exit the island begins, while the vacuously-brained "Drug Lords" rule amid the ruins, looking for the last hit or available woman. My advice to Billy Ray- get the heck off that island while you still can.
Then there is Don Jeffries, who lives in a suburban setting in the vicinity of Washington DC. At first, he may fare somewhat better. The dandelion roots in his yard are edible and even somewhat palatable. But he too will quickly find out how many of the neighbors have guns. And the store shelves might actually get restocked once or twice as the military will probably try to keep the trucks rolling. But even the military is not going to be able to sustain the refineries and power grid once the legions of workers with the knowhow to maintain those dilapidated facilities no longer have any incentive to show up for work because they will not get paid in anything that is meaningful. And that is Don and his fellow suburbanites will realize that the consequences of political corruption are not limited to the halls of government and the courts, but rather will have an effect far and wide. They will also realize that the effects of years of inaction, corruption, and decay will not be repaired in any time span that matters to a man starving to death or in the middle of anarchy.
The Coming Category 7 Geopolitical Storm has been raging out in the ocean for over ten years. Various parts of the world have felt the first rain bands. Many, many have already seen their lives destroyed due to lack of foresight and preparation. And many, many, many more are going to have their lives destroyed because, even today, they stupidly look for a political or religious solution. No solution to the epic stupidity and denial of the bulk of modern society exists. They will continue to be distracted by their sex, drugs, and rock and roll to the brutal, bitter end.
If preparations have not begun, it is almost too late. But it will never be too late to have recourse to the Holy Hearts of Jesus and Mary. Get ready to head for the proverbial hills, but, more importantly, prepare for eternity!
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. You are our only hope!