The sky is falling, they say

I knew things were fucked when people kept maxing out their credit while I remained a relative shut-in. People buying merchandise they couldn't really afford, then defaulting on one credit card after another, while I ate instant ramen by the case and limited my occasional spending flurries to a new computer (every 5 years) and new socks (every 5 years).

(Those same spendaholics also have the nerve to ask me for a loan so they can go visit Las Vegas. To which I reply, Are you fucking insane?)

As usual, smart shopping means getting stuck in a world where prices go up, buying power goes down and the spendaholics essentially win, win, win. It's like rewarding Calipari for recruiting indiscretions at every stop. He pulls out in the getaway car with the bags of gold while his minions are left behind. The food chain is alive and well. A guy like that would've fit in just fine at Goldman Sachs. Look, I don't hate the player. I just acknowledge there's a bottom of the food chain and there's definitely a top. Unchecked, however, we end up with spendaholics and banksters who know no boundaries and now we have what we have, a bloody circus gone mad. The children are screaming as they sprint out of the tent as the elephants crunch little men like popcorn with each step. So much for damage control.

According to Business Insider, there are 50 statistics that prove we are doomed and the sky is falling on our puny skulls. Other than that, we should party like hell this weekend. Or spend time with the people we love. Maybe both. Some things in life, despite the destruction of Western economic theory, are still free.