Fun Times Ahead…Duck!

This probably captures out end better than most…it is just about gloomy enough to be real.

When you step back and look at the big picture, it really makes one wonder—how big of a piano needs to be dropped on peoples heads before they notice whats happening? Simon Black at

Stars shine for billions of years, fusing one element into another, hydrogen into helium, carbon, neon, oxygen, silicon, until one day fusion into iron begins. There, quietly, at the heart of the star, its doom is sealed. Fusion into iron generates no net heat, in fact, its a heat sink. There comes those last few seconds when equilibrium is lost, the star cant support its own weight, the outer shells collapse inward at nearly the speed of light and the star is torn apart in a spectacular cataclysm. When gravity wins, it wins all at once. So it shall be with us. There are those among us who want what they dont need and need what they dont want. Tolerance for this has metamorphosized into entitlement, which for the beneficiary mimics success, and so the core of career consumers has grown large enough to make its own weather and exert its own gravity. Debt on this scale would eventually overwhelm any economy, no matter how robust. Enough is never enough, even if it were a wide-open spigot plumbed to any conceivable source of sup

via ol remus and the woodpile report.