When is the hyperinflation coming?

“The hyperinflation already happened, the wheelbarrow was your home.” – Dr. Freckles

THEORY: that the US, and much of the developed world, has already experienced the “hyperinflation” phase of monetary collapse, but because the US economy is planned at this point, the money was directed towards mechanisms that impacted “expected value” without resulting in the expected increase in money velocity or consumer prices. Simply put: the Federal Reserve discovered a set of money-dumps that allowed them to forestall the inevitable, but the inevitable is still coming … the Great Depression will look like a “soft landing” compared to what is coming.

Link: https://www.redfin.com/news/housing-market-loses-value-2023/

US GDP in 2021 was 23 trillion in $USD and change … US homes are valued, still, at two times this amount …

Apply just a 10 times derivative product valuation on top of the present home “value”, you’re looking at 1/4 of a QUADRILLION $USD …

(now tell me about hyperinflation)

… there were other money pits too, other ways to hide the hyperinflation …

  1. wars
  2. China
  3. cryptos – basically a big make-work Keynesian project
  4. stock buybacks
  5. healthcare
  6. education

Lots of money pits, or black holes, to dump inflation into …

But I think we had the hyperinflation …

What’s coming next is going to be different.

It didn’t work like Weimar because the cash was targeted, not random distribution …

IMPLICATIONS:

  • Jerome is running from a Bear and chasing a Tiger (sort of impossible long term)
  • The regime operates like a form of Austerity that began in 2020 and continues in various forms. But the money-pump, in many ways, must continue in some form … you can’t afford to blow out the bouncy castle, but you can’t afford to let it implode either … conserve that gasoline, save the pump, notice the holes in the castle … GREECE was one of their test programs.
  • When the “hyperinflation” does hit, per se, it will be so fast that you will simply end up at shortages and nothing, you will wonder about the wheelbarrow …
  • Your home was always the wheelbarrow.
  • You will get very little warning when the worst of this hits, and then it will seem like the world flipped over.
  • Inflation will “creep” until the end …
  • Don’t expect a signal for when you should sell your home … just get out of the cities.
  • This austerity regime matches the general strategy of “keep the plates spinning” until the end, and then let ACT 3 take care of the rest … What’s ACT 3? (we’ll find out together)

You think your AR-15 is gonna save you?

You think your AR-15 is gonna SAVE YOU, do YA?

… like it’s the CIVIL WAR and crap?

You sit there in your wall to wall carpeted condo, snorting axle-dust and beating off to 2 LIVE CREW music. You have black-light posters of Black Sabbath and talk up the GOOD GAME of “bunkers” and “hooker harems” and stockpiles of MOUNTAIN DEW CODE RED. Your chili-cracker hideout has already been targeted by KING JUSSAR and the GENERAL is sending a missile your way … and you think that AR-15 is gonna save you?

You think that GUN protects your kids?

There of mug-night scum that wander S’compton and nearby and wait for you and your slut wife to go to sleep. They have bats and chain and lead pipes, they slunk about half naked and high on PCP and KROKODIL and METH. Their teeth are red and yellow with the still wet grizzle of some tough customer they had to take out behind the Wendy’s … Your kids will be hunted, as you sleep with your AMBIEN whore, and they will be shipped to Saudi Arabia and turned into WHITE SLAVE CATAMITE FREAKS … and your gun didn’t stop those gypsies, it just made them lustier, angrier, wrathful and overwrought.

You just bought a flamethrower?

What are you going to do with that flamethrower?

You think you’re tough enough to take on the WHOLE 82nd AIRBORNE DIVISION with that one flamethrower?

Brumble-beasts will saunter their way to your humble abode, releasing the stench of your GUNS and KNIVES and FLAMETHROWERS. Your kids and family trusted you to protect them, and you bragged and bragged about your precious flamethrower. You told TODD, your neighbor, “hey man, I got this basement of food and ammo and AR-15s … and now I got this flamethrower man …”. Todd’s family began starving first, and Todd would come by, awkwardly, begging for his family – and you would, politely, turn him down … Sure, you stand watch with your .357 RUGER REDHAWK, and your flamethrower nearby, but you need sleep, whiskey … Todd comes by one night when you’re passed out on the couch and brains you with that award you won for teamwork and then he ties up your wife and kids … steals your food … ammo … flamethrower … and burns your house down …

Are you SURE that AR-15 is gonna help you?

You’re being chased by TEAM X-RAY, the most advanced United Nations special ops team. They’ve tracked your truck to REALM 77ROMEO and plan on dropping a mini-nuke on your position. They have shoulder fired nukes, 1KT yield, capable of taking out a whole city block man … and they’re coming for you. They have neutron bomb hand grenades they’re gonna shove up your butt, and then toss your ass over the cliff … and below, as you smash upon the rocks, you’ll see your BLACK RIFLE, your AR that’s been chambered for .300 WIN MAG and has that slick polymer stock … that’s the last thing you see …

You THINK that SUV is gonna SAVE YOU?

You and your family are huddled in some WINNEBAGO being driven by William Shatner, chased across the desert by warlocks and witches and Satanists and KELMO-DOOGS. And they ride hard with their feisty gaze and seek to set fire to your bitches and your blow. What? You think your off road vehicle is gonna help you now? You gonna “put her in low” and power up that hill up yonder? What the fuck dude … YOU ARE DOOMED … YOU DOOMED YOUR FAMILY … all for your SUV …

You think that pilot’s license is enough?

You think people will just be LINED UP or FORMED UP in squares and phalanxes and various impostures of cubes and pyramids and triangles?

You think people will be formed up into trapezoids? DO YOU? LIKE YOU’RE MOTHER FUCKING GENERAL SHERMAN MARCHING ON TOKYO!?!

You gonna load up your CESSNA with molotov cocktails and cigarette booty?

You gonna ride down them FEDS with your propeller driven demon, you painted it woodland loam for some reason, but it won’t matter when the USMC pulse cannon takes you out of the SKY!

You really think that AR-15 is gonna do ANYTHING?

When those BLUE BLOOD PURPLE HAIRS come with their TECH and TANKS and PREDATOR drones to shove a hellfire up yer butt and watch your neighborhood glow WHITE HOT with phosphorous bombs and belly shaped dream winkles … what ya gonna do?

You think this will be like the last time …

This time they’ll have CAPTAIN AVATAR and his WAVE MOTION GUN and you won’t be able to resist the GREAT POWER of the STAR FORCE as they shove the ARGO in your fat face …

(you feel me)

I don’t understand …

“When someone says ‘I don’t understand’ while you’re arguing? – it usually means they DO understand, and now know you’re right, but want to find a weasel way out of the whole thing.” – Dr. Freckles

(also see: gaslighting)

Predictive Programming or Battlefield Preparation

2011 movie “Contagion” ???

100% the plot of the “covid”, or what I call and have called since the spring of 2020: monkey herpes

Is that predictive programming, or is it battlefield preparation?

The same thing applies to the BLM/ANTIFA nonsense, a lot of media was produced prior to 2020 that more or less “radicalized” the youth towards the managed silliness post George Floyd. Battlefield is prepared, they know and understand the dog whistle.

OBAMA

“Where did OBAMA come from? – the magical CIA nowhere. Where did he go to? – same place.” – Dr. Freckles

THE LAST HUMAN

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230610_THE_LAST_HUMAN.mp3

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PAWS: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7120

Everyone is DEAD: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7114

The Last Human: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7088

Intermittent Truth Telling: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7086

They: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7013

Dark Side of Boblimptock: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7031

Spiders: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=7118

PAWS

“Living in this fallen world, you’re gonna step on some paws.” – Dr. Freckles

I was going to walk the dogs this morning and something happened to little Shaggy …

  1. going OUT THERE, taking risks
  2. making friends
  3. falling in love
  4. being yourself
  5. walking dogs – they need it, but sometimes …
https://youtube.com/watch?v=Aw-dAVbp4Pw

Spiders …

I get that you’re here to help, but I gotta say it:

  1. I don’t want to see you, do your shit in private.
  2. Don’t have so many babies that I regret not having smashed you.
  3. Stop with that karate pose when I’m on the pooper – unless you’re venomous, you’re not fooling anyone …

THE LAST HUMAN …

If you stand on a high enough point you can hear the whining of the world. The clock ticking down. The air leaving the balloon.

If you can find yourself on the top of a mountain, you might sense the coming WHIMPER …

No BANG …

No Excitement …

No FANFARE …

Just a pile of flesh mungous, the last human left alive, screaming for MERCY and DEATH in the year 2103 …

“SOMEONE FREE ME FROM THIS HELL …”, then pathetic silence as the radioisotope batteries give out on the junctis-module and the crumuli flesh is flushed into the main digester tank … and it’s over.

Maybe it’s different …

Perhaps the LAST HUMAN is a STRONGLOID-HUMUNCULOUS comprising all RACES and SEXES and SKIN TONES and EYE COLORS. It slunks through the empty streets, licking sclib-paste from the rotting street game. It mutters a name, repeatedly … “TONY …” – “My name WAS TONY”, it chants, in subdued breath, as if afraid to wake the STAR DEMONS that brought us to this fate. A perfect person, in every sense – filled with tumors and purple bile and yellow teeth and ears sealed over with scar tissue.

How about them apples …

It could happen like THIS: In the year 3344, a generation ship sent from Earth hundreds of years earlier, powered by a hybrid fusion-anti-matter drive, reaches TERRA-244 … a goldilocks zone world … a world with triple state water and ski resorts and and old style scotch whiskey … The humans leave the ship for the ground, after waking up, and set up camp, but they hear a rustle from the woods – CAVE MONKEYS … the cave monkeys ruled this world, and fed on dead ideas and abandoned space orphans. Cave monkeys attacked the human encampment, and left honorary piles of stool where each tent was set up … this is how the world ends …. the LAST HUMAN being pooped from a cave monkey.

… sure …

Jinctian-ho-mongers sell the SKEEBS of REGION-3, and hunt telly-flesh down in the swamps of south S’compton. They sing songs of bewildered dust babies, as they feed upon the marrow of this sterile land. And the turnip-head musket men call forth DOOG the GYPSY CAT, to set it right … but he does not hear them.

Tilapia dancers from Juarez process corn-pills for the duke. They can’t stop working until their quota is met, for the island wanderers would show no mercy and the Greek pond joggers take time at the checkout. You could hire a man to clean the bathroom and to get that yellow filth off of the base of the toilet, but that man is GONE. Robot gardeners set fire to the church, and the LAST MAN … the LAST PERSON swaps stories with St. Peter at the mission.

KEVIN sent his family to Nebraska for the SUN FESTIVAL. That year the SUN turned on 30 days, and for those days one could wander to the surface and enjoy the bursts of gamma rays and UV-C and solar wind particles tearing the flesh wobblies from the skin and heart and mind. TEGLON FREAKS gather black mushrooms from near the cooling towers, and the waste pool is open for swimmers and divers and dreamers. No one considers the voice of their children, for they fall to the ground like scabs chipped away by a pocketknife after a long night of drinking everclear.

BLUE MEN struggle in the great wheel, as time grinds them down and leaves their hearts sideways and bent. They know the GREAT CRIMES of the TRIB PASSAGE and suffer no fool regarding that truth. The hospitals are filled with waxy pink flesh, seeking some kind of balance, but the BLUE MAN controls the power station and the radio and the auto shop. Every parts store is under their care. Every library is forgotten, and his HAZEL FURY sets fire to all. Goofing on the dynamite store, the 8 year old boys toss nitric acid at the old fools and hobos, and the LAST PERSON smokes a cigarette made of asbestos and graphene, and tosses his junk in the GROOB PILE.

Is that how it ends?

WE COUNTED the last flowers to bloom, and fed the whales to the crushers. When the squirrels went into revolt, we implanted the raccoons with chips and lasers to take out them damn squirrels. Our eyes are held open by toothpicks and copper teardrops, our mouths are PVC now, hooked to the central swill tank where babies are tossed in just after birth. We watch reruns of the SEINFELD SHOW, as the bile pumps remove our waste and the flesh dries around our bones.

The LAST person left alive makes a command request: rm -rf –no-preserve-root /

The lights flicker in LAB-JULIET-666, and the various vats and tanks start draining into the long dead ocean …

His name was KROGAN the SNORG-MASTER, and he felt his body crushed and pulverized as the wheel spit him out into the waste pond and the lamprey-sharks fed upon his flesh.

… he was the last man …

SHEESTRA the WHORE QUEEN ruled the EARTH until 4566, when the WOOKIE REBELLION broke through on the HUMPTON FRONT near FRESNO … Her lesbian submarine navy controlled much of the Pacific, but CARL the TRESSLOR had the LAST LAUGH … he introduced a nannite technology into the main plasma vault, and all the old ships were set to sink by the next MOON. DROGLON, the gervis-herder, was the last dude on watch that day, he saw the highland folk burn, he saw the cloud-realm turn to fire, he saw his hooker wife become salt, and his family reduced to seal-milk. He’d leave soon too, he’d be sad for a few minutes, and then whimper … and then nothing.

… so it goes, AMIRITE?!?

CHURG stopped the chant, and rounded up the TROOG-JOCKIES. These were the STRONG SERVERS and bed scum. They made their homes in the walls of the old city where the rats lived off of decaying dead and aborted babies. People would just have babies and toss them into holes, in the wall … they’d hear this all day long in the last POD COMPLEX … Sick folk, weighing 400 pounds on average, would waddle to the edge of the balcony to piss and poop and pray for some demon to emerge from the muck swamps below to destroy fate and remove this caste of lost grumble flesh. CHURG lit a match to the methane pipes and saw the building windows blow out, as the fatties were ejected from great height out the floor to ceiling windows in their POD SPACE … and a shower of plumps could be seen by the LAST MAN, before he lit his own fart and blew away …

And below the heavens were ashes …

And beyond the horizon was tomorrow.

And the LAST HUMAN stood there, staring, at it … imagining what “could have been”, and knowing “what did”.