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
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.
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.