by the way, anyone out there who is not scared -- really scared -- is a fucking idiot.
Existentially, I guess it makes sense. I'm going to die, and none of this matters.
When I can get that from my arse to me head, it's okay.
But in a lizard-brain sense, panic should be setting in. Is "controlled panic" reasonable?
We will look back on 2008 as "the good old days," when things were relatively okay.
You know, before the collapse.
Great Depression, meet Great Collapse. The new Dark Ages.
oh; have a nice day