Back in ’99 I started to get doomerish. Not about Y2k necessarily because lots of people stood to lose lots of money and the problem seemed clear and the deadline pretty absolute. The reason for the doom was I began to think about how that tiny line of code
could affect everything that supports our way of life.
Fact is, the vast majority of us are as completely dependant on modern infrastructure as a brain dead patient is on life support – and probably gives our situations as much thought.
So now fast-forward through the pop of the Dot bubble, the inflation of the various other bubbles – including the terrorist one, till, of course, we come to the energy bubble.
At some point I decided making neat rows of tomatoes vines and cornering the market on Pork ‘N Beans, all the while dependent in the final instance on a big salary that ran through my fingers like water might not be the greatest plan.
Some of you know my current set-up, my salary (such as it is) is 10% or less than one year ago, however my obligations are 99% less – net effect; I’m 1% as dependant on that modern infrastructure as I was. (Go ahead and check my math if you like – I was never very good

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So that is a good thing. And 2 of my kids are now in the service, fairly important non-front line specialists, about as good as you can expect I suppose. I do worry about other friends and family members that listen to my doom but don’t hear - though I have come to grips with that, especially since I am now 1,500 miles away and so won’t need to make the decisions the most doomerish often pose.
It could be that this winter is tough on those with little reserve and lots of obligations. For those that have some beans in the closet perhaps it will be incentive to do more.
As Jack said, who can know what course to take since what is to come is so unprecedented – at least on this scale. Not doing anything except tapping out doom or sunshine on this website is of course a choice in itself. For myself, I don’t feel any better about my view of the future but the anticipation of where the dice land is much less than the agonizing of where to place the bet.
I may eventually be hoisted on my own petard and those heading for the camps will laugh at my foolish plans and bunt out farm, but at some point you have to petar (French for fart, I think) or get off the pot.
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The legitimate object of government, is to do for a community of people, whatever they need to have done, but can not do, at all, or can not, so well do, for themselves -- in their separate, and individual capacities.
-- Abraham Lincoln, Fragment on Government (July 1, 1854)