The Marxist who cried wolf

Marxist economists have an incredible record - they predicted the last 35 economic crisis out of the last 3.5 real ones. In fact many of them realized what fools they looked and so doubled-down on post-modernism and the long-march-through-the-sane-institutions instead. This made it a little harder to absolutely say for sure that yes, this really was the big one in spite of the great exodus away from any pretensions of historical materialism and some sort of quasi-scientific method. The boy had cried wolf so often that people were starting to prefer all wolves to all boys.


Some other problems arose with the 'mission-creep' of various structual problems working their way through and hollowing out a dessicated grand canyon of a credibility gap where some semblance of broad, sunlit upland economic narrative once stood. I won't run through these ' six horsemen of the apocalypse' any more because I know you get as tired of professors droning on as any normal anarchist. The thing I'd just like to emphasize at this juncture is the molasses Tsunami nature of a combinatorial crisis like this. They sneak up on you and they sandbag you. Chaos theory states that chaotic states are highly sensitive to initial conditions...and so from little wings big winds blow. Having sown the whirlwind we are now about to reap the hurricane. The mother of all shitstorms. On this St Patricks day all I suggest we do is gently, softly and most humbly pray. Have mercy on the criminal - at the going Nova of the sun we will remember them.

I'm going to college next fall.

I'm sick of not having an answer when they ask that dreaded question: "So, just what are you doing now?"


I've thrown 3 years of my life down the drain, not doing a damn thing, but smoking it up.


Ugh, when did I become some stoner without drive or motivation.


Who the hell have I become? I'm an intelligent girl. Very moral, good head on her shoulders...


When did my path become so deviated from my fellow classmates?


The same classmates who voted me "Most Likely to Succeed".

I'm ready to grow up and take responsibility for myself.


With the economy so bad, I still need to find a good paying job.

Well, I have 10 months to better myself, so I can focus on school; let's not waste it, girlie...

Red Wine, Success!

Found the wine at the HEB on Olmos. Yay red wine!

one of those moods.

The wilted flowers that I gave, not as nice as your bouquet.


Every lyric that I wrote not as smart as the words you spoke.


Starlight above my home town, ain't as bright as the star I've


found. Every drawing that I drew was never ever as cute as


you.

TL:DR

This is a blog from Jim Bohannon; one of the people who keeps me awake at night. His radio show is full of interesting discussion...if you can get past the quickly irritating commercials... This entry is fairly long, but it adds some perspective to this wonderful "Stimulus Bill" and what it could do to what's left of our country....Enjoy.

You Would Be a Upstanding Superhero

You are alert and observant. You can see through people easily. You know who's evil and who's good.

You need a lot of freedom in your life. You like to do your own thing, and you don't fit into any normal mold.

You understand people quite well and often know what others are thinking. Because of this, you can get people to do what you want.

You are a shapeshifter who fits in with almost any group. You can get along with anyone. You're quite flexible.

You are a true intellectual. You are thirsty for knowledge, and you are curious about the world.

enter Latte

I am entering the Great Hall now. It is a scene of complete chaos. What has been going on here for the last several days?

Through this chaos how would I be able to identify an Agent?

I look around, there are so many beautiful people here. Too beautiful to be normal people. They surely must all be agents. But Morpheus said I was to work undercover. He said there are people on my side.

Remember the code, Latte. Remember the code.

My hand was on my gun underneath my billowing black coat. Neo had never done anything like this. That's because Morpheus trusts me more! Hahaha! He knows I'm the One not Neo. The little bastard!

Back to focusing on the hall. Morpheus said I was to attend the classes as well. And to pay attention to them. Something about hidden messages in the classes that will help with the liberation of people from the Matrix.

Ah-ha! I see something strange! Deja-Vu! Deja-Vu! There are double sitting at that table with the particularly sinister perky looking people at it!

Best get my weapon out!

Agent Lee Reloaded.

The door to the Great Hall swung open to reveal a female figure clad in black. The entrant sachéd down the hall; her shiny, jet black stilleto heels clicking on the the wooden floor with each confident, self-assured step. She came to a stop beside the Hadesian table and cast a disdainful look across the rest of the room before taking a seat there, making sure to hitch her (like the rest of her ensemble) black skirt up her well-toned thighs. She removed her Ray-Ban shades to reveal a pair of chilling, sharp blue eyes.

Agent Lee had arrived at Suewarts.

Sleeping Beauty arises...*or stumbles*

A thin strand of sunlight pierced through the thin crack in her heavy, mauve drapes across her canopied bed. Illuminating light dust particles floating in the air and glaring down upon the shut eyelids of Leslie Carslie.

The feel of the suns warm rays spread through her heavy, tired limbs soaking through and awakening the fire bird melded in her body from the depths of slumber.

However this morning, Leslie was less then graceful. Finally blinking sleep from her eyes, Leslie rolled over onto her back and stretched long since tense muscles from her body and casually rolled over onto the floor. Landing with a loud thud that jarred her tailbone right up he spine to her jawline snapping whatever of sleepiness remained in her. Growling in her throat, Leslie stood up to her full height and stumbled off towards gathering her towel tossed carelessly at the end of her bed, the tight grip of sleep however remained upon her limbs and Leslie stubbed her toe on the large chest at the end of her bed. Cursing loudly, she limped away for the schools showers.

It was definately going to be a long, long day...

The Hunger of the Off-Duty Drag Queen

The afternoon had been fun and lovely and shiny, apart from the whole Elrond/Mitzi thing. That had been a right bastard, that had been. Poor poor Thor, it really hit him hard.

But the rest of the afternoon...oh my. Brian was a happy little drag queen. He was in love, love so deep and meaningful and blessed that it made the love of any ordinary Mary Sue look like something written by a eleven year old virgin who's parents hadn't explained the concept of the birds and the bees yet.

He wandered, in a daze, into the Great Hall, looking all glowy and shiny even though he wasn't all sequinned up. Taking his place at the Flammasari table he wondered if there was any food. But, being Suewarts, and with those magic plates that filled up with what anyone wanted (the Dibdabs found it too hard to cater for everyone as so many of the Sues were on diets to keep their mouth-watering figures trim and sexy) Brian found to his delight that his plate was full of nummy Chinese food and so he dug in, waiting for his True Love to appear from wherever he had got to.

He was so happy, he even smiled politely at Mary-Kate and Ashley Malfoy