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SOFT LANDING: not on the menu

At this point, people should be cognizant of the fact that THERE WILL BE NO SOFT LANDING.

This show goes on until it can’t.

(and then comes non-linearity, discontinuity, and brutal cascading failure)

The only “soft landing” is the pet name Jerome Powell has for his helicopter on hot standby.

REMEMBER WHAT YELLEN SAID, A FEW YEARS AGO: “There won’t be another recession in my lifetime.” (inadvertently telling the truth)

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/economics/complete-paralysis-just-1-us-homes-have-changed-hands-2023-lowest-share-record

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/green-shoots-again-early-signs-earnings-could-soon-turn-corner

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/kim-kardashians-underwear-company-valued-4-billion

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EVE of DESTRUCTION

EVE of Destruction by Barry McGuire

The Eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace

And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
No no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction