The world is falling apart from end to end and yet there is

hope in the face of a down with no up in sight.

That circumstance could only occur

in the day-room of an insane asylum or the American stock market—take your

choice.

Let’s see now, a worldwide pandemic

is every nation on the planet in a chokehold and we don’t know if—or when it

might loosen its grip and whether millions or billions will die in the process.

But that’s okay, because not every trader is dead yet and one man’s loss is

another man’s gain. So a staggering Dow Jones decided to gain 400 points today.

Isn’t that just the cutest thing?

Small businesses are folding like

chairs after a convention. Each hair salon, restaurant, neighborhood pub and bookshop

that goes under takes the lifelong dream and most of the savings of someone you

know. Twenty-six million Americans lost their jobs in five weeks and a

landslide of bankruptcies, credit card delinquencies, defaulted student loans,

auto repossessions and mortgage foreclosures are sure to follow.

And yet the markets are having serious conversations about

when and how robust the recovery will be.

Excuse me?

The house is on fire and the investment

community is having a debate over when or how or if they should decide to head

for the door.

Meanwhile, our president is working

the crowd like a stand-up comedian unsure of his audience.

But I guess it doesn’t much matter. On the brink of total

national collapse, Joe Biden is the best we can come up with.

Those precious little souls in the

stock-market, who fiddle with our money, can afford to take a little loss and

make a little profit—because they know in their heart of hearts we will be

there for them, as we always have been and always will be.

It’s our house that’s on

fire, but we will build them a new house and quietly shuffle off to live

under a bridge until they let us come out again to pick up the scraps.