Now that the economy has replaced the DEVIL as the source of all EVIL in the world, I would like to make a modest proposal.
Move the decimal point….
The sky is falling and everybody is running around like Chicken Little because the Dow fell five or six hundred points and it’s the CRASH of ’29 all over again, and the GREAT DEPRESSION is upon us, etc, etc. but for some reason I’m not worried.
You see, I don’t worry about money because I don’t have any to worry about. Everybody is crying in their beer about their 401K’s and what me? Worry? And, their pensions are threatened, and I’m sympathetic, but can’t really commiserate on that one either.
You see, I am a child of the 70s and watched the economy collapse a few times, but what I saw were artificial constructs, and a political reality that was multilayered, and well, not based in reality.
Yes, I am a truth-seeking hippie, but frankly, I was not about to get on that corporate treadmill and hope for the best when I got to my old age. I saw people trade their souls, their intellect, their health, and their future, and I wanted no part of it. But, being a noble savage doesn’t really pay that well, either, so of course, there were tradeoffs.
Since bankruptcy became a way of life, I decided to resurrect an academic discipline I invented in college, called “Psycho-Economics,” a nod to the “Think and Grow Rich” school of Napolean Hill. If you believe it, you can achieve it, if you don’t play, you can’t win, blah, blah, blah.
Okay, so I haven’t quite figured out where my first million is, I do know this. Fear will not make you rich. Fear is Fear. I know this is a hard concept to grasp, but negativity is like cancer and you have to zap it before it metastasizes.
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