(X-post from Culture of Life News)
I have a neighbor who insanely launched into some kind of dead-of-night home construction at three in the morning. I was tempted to just call the cops, but they seldom do much, and when they do anything, it’s so often worse than if they had not.
It’s really interesting that our old 9/11 conspiracy buddy, Webster G. Tarpley, put out a stupendous article on the “great” depressions in a paper he released in 1996 (It won a “StudyWeb award”):
Tarpley’s Take On The Crash Of 1929
The verdict of history must be that the Federal Reserve has utterly failed to deliver on these promises. The most potent political argument against this arrangement is that it has been a resounding failure. Far from making financial crises impossible, the Fed has brought us one Great Depression, and it is about to bring us a super-depression, a worldwide disintegration.
I go along with Tarpley, sort of by default. When I was a small one, I had the honor to know a few of the survivors of the “1929″ depression. They all said the same things: Never trust the hot-shots. And they all had lived in shantytowns (“Hoovervilles”). And they all “rode the rails.” This riding of the rails was not a casual lifestyle! The most important thing was to always insert a “chock” in the sliding boxcar door; neglect this and you would probably die in some forgotten boxcar left for months on some forgotten side rail. I have a fine friend (Maure) who insists that any woman who did this would be raped immediately. But I know that many women did ride the rails.
The street savvy survivors were unanimous in claiming that the depression did not begin with some dramatic “curtain closing” in 1929, but was rather a very slow, grinding process. Essentially, the factories locked all the workers out, and it looked like an employer’s “strike” to the hobos. We still have some factories. I even went to pick up some stuff at our “lower middle class” factory village called “Bay State” today. It was noon, and a hundred cars of all description were parked with doors open, and factory workers munching their sandwiches.
Honestly, I think the thing that scares me the most is that we no longer have any railroads to speak of. Maybe the internets will be the next great steel road. With brutal “internet bulls” guarding everything, and beating the hell out of any caught unawares!
