everything reduces to betting on the future, and fucking it over, whether it’s the next lottery ticket, the length of time that a particular toaster oven will last, insurance against catastrophic events, the next throw of the dice.
does the future really need to be hypothesized and molded, bet on, raped.
no one is going to learn squat from this credit crisis. “because we’re seeing the tail end of it.” it’s right at that very next never. because americans are stoopid on both sides of the counter whether you’re a seller or a buyer, and would rather pay the price of immediate pleasure than invest in a reliable future.
11.4 months before it’s vancouver or bust. and i want my social security dues if and when it comes.
