The Fall Month

Times up for the fakers and the takers

“Stunning and brave….”

The magic words haven’t been spoken yet, but it seems like our nearly two decade wait is almost at an end. The money printing frenzy that papered over the 2008 crash had long ago lit the fuse for something far more devastating, and sooner or later some soulless technocrat will draw the short straw and get pushed in front of the TV cameras to declare that there’s no reason to panic and “the fundamentals are sound”.

For the financially literate with at least one gray hair on their head these are the most terrifying words in the English language, but for people like myself with Oppositional Defiance Disorder (aka a conscience and the ability to think critically) it’s the long-awaited answer to our prayers. The biblical quote about the love of money being the root of all evil is the reason we find evil in such abundance these days. Hyperinflation is the ultimate destructive force when it comes to the decline of a civilizations, and 40 trillion is a number so vast that it’s difficult to imagine in any context outside of bacteria or beach sand.

As someone who briefly existed in the Hollywood bubble I’ve seen how this corrupting force operates firsthand. As the real economy collapsed around us we were grateful to not be part of the disposable workforce that had got labeled “essential” and were forced to work during the Scamdemic while the laptop class stayed home and collected Biden Bucks. Every indignity was heaped on the Essentials until they began to break, at which point millions of migrants were transported in NGO-sponsored slave caravans to destroy what remained of the dream that was the American Middle Class. If you were on a film or TV set you watched the carnage and felt lucky that you could still maintain what used to be considered an average lifestyle. Sure heard stories about the pederasts who signed our paychecks, but speaking out meant being cast down with the folks at the bus stop eating Cup Noodles and canned sausages for dinner.

The result is guys like Alec Baldwin can literally get away with murder while the rest of us were forced to attend DEI struggle sessions where our reactions were observed for any sign of defiance to the Rainbow Nazi narrative. Eventually the whole industry was swallowed up by psychopaths in a self-referential echo chamber and started to create products that were so repulsive, arrogant, and tedious that people stopped watching movies. Then Karen Bass burned down Los Angeles and scattered the expertise to the wind, denying Hollywood the one final opportunity to reinvent itself. If cinema ever makes a comeback it won’t be from that town.

That’s not the only cultural heritage that the financial bubbles destroyed. Besides the visual atrocities of modern art (aka money laundering), one does not have to be a musician to appreciate the fact that the music produced in past decades is far superior to anything being released in pop culture these days. Real estate prices are so inflated that kids who don’t have rich parents literally can’t find practice space for their garage bands. The result is the raw stories of people who lived hard lives and can communicate true emotions with an audience are drowned out by whatever collective insanity temporarily infests the social media algorithms.

It’s gotten so bad that an entire generation of drummers has been almost completely wiped out. Plenty of us can still manage to squeeze a cheap sweatshop guitar and headphone practice amp into our overpriced sardine can living quarters, but when is the last time you walked around a city and heard a random band practicing with a full drum kit? The abandoned industrial spaces are being held off the market in price fixing scams, while the storage facilities are packed to the to the ceiling with “collectibles” with the hope that they will continue to outpace inflation. On a trip to the music store the other day I was shocked when I saw a Partscaster on the wall for 2 grand, which is basically an old beat-up chunk of wood with an insanely inflated value. Why so expensive? Because the boomers who are flush with fake real estate cash have decided to treat guitars like just another investment scheme rather than creative tools that belong in the hands of actual musicians.

When there’s no place to practice and equipment is too expensive, the budding producers turn to drum machines, loopers, and Digital Audio Workstations. That’s a fantastic modern work-around, but the problem is that people get so used to perfection that it takes away the rawness and emotion form the recorded tracks. If John Bonham did his signature swing on a recording today it’s almost guaranteed a producer would destroy it in the editing room, spending hours correcting each blip on a waveform in order to “correct” something that should never have been messed with. Even if you are anti-AI it doesn’t really matter, because unless the modern bands go out of their way to keep the raw sound then chances are whatever you are listening to has been ruined in a DAW by some misguided obsessive compulsive chasing flat robotic lifelessness.

The same process is playing out on all different levels of society. Fake money floods into every aspect of our lives and washes out the vibrance and variety, flattening everything into a hideous two-dimensional pride flag that represents suicidal nihilism rather than true diversity. We eat plastic tasting sandwiches that were microwaved to oblivion by dead-eyed counter slaves at strip mall chain restaurants that are the exactly same all over the country. We hide form each other in ugly cars with blinding headlights and blacked out windows that are basically personalized dehumanization chambers, taking out our aggressions on the other cyborgs in an endless road war that we can never win. Kids are taught that their inherent qualities are mere social constructs and reality is whatever they want it to be, so long as it involves prostituting themselves and acquiring socially acceptable addictions that can be efficiently monetized.

Weaponized narscisism

Just as this disconnect from nature and our true selves drives us to the breaking point we are gaslit into believing this is all normal, and professionals insist that we must use SSRIs to destroy our perfectly healthy inclinations to escape a sick and degenerate system. The colors of the rainbow flags might still hit the appropriate rods and cones in our eyes, but all we see is the grey bars of a totalitarian prison locking us into a conformist slave consciousness until it’s our turn for the data centers to cast us aside while poisoning the groundwater.

I say to hell with it all. Yes I am aware that this means a lower quality of life than what I’ve grown accustomed to, but that perspective of loss also also raises the question of values. Fortunately i’ve learned a lot about frugality and self-sufficiency from my struggles with the extortionists, and there are plenty of aspects to modern “survivalism” that I have found to be rather enjoyable. I harbor no illusions about running off the the mountains, clothing myself in goatskins and living off the land, but I do take comfort in the awareness that plenty of others have also noticed what is happening and have started making the necessary connections and adaptations. Nobody is going to stick the landing and we have a lot of chaos to navigate, but the ability and willingness to live less energy-intensive lives is a major advantage once the bear trap of cheap credit slams shut.

While scarcity and the resulting crime and violence are definitely a top concern, I’m also looking forward to the torrent of suppressed art forms that will come roaring out of the abandoned buildings who’s land values will be worth less than the cost of dismantling them. I’m also excited about all the hoarded music equipment that will inevitably flood the market as people scramble for liquidity and relationships are once again recognized as the best store of long-term value.

That will be a hard lesson for the boomers who leveraged their easy-money generational luck into unchecked hubris while making the rest of us miserable. Many of them will end up abandoned in government hospitals once they lose the ability to manipulate their children with the estates that they squandered. Seven decades of acting like obnoxious spoiled trust fund babies means they are in serious trouble once they run out of tokens and dementia removes the fake personality filter that kept their narcissistic rage in check. In blue states the ones who don’t commit suicide run the risk of having their illegal immigrant caretakers quietly put a pillow over their face and report their deaths as “natural causes”. Even if the institutions recognize what’s going on they will probably choose to ignore it as a convenient cost cutting measure.

It’s not a fate that I wish on anyone, but you have to admit there’s a certain poetic justice to it. The people who decided it was more profitable to betray their own tribe in pursuit of greed are about to finally face the consequences of their antisocial behavior. Meanwhile those who prioritized honest relationships and handing a better world to future generations will finally able to shake off the shackles of financial extortion and speed-run the rebuilding of communities that are actually worth living in.

For all those headed down the poop shoot… sorry guys but I tried to warn you and now it’s too late. When the time for change comes you either board that train or you get left behind.