predictions

PREDICTIONS
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The reason you all got a rerun article on Friday ( which, while a rerun, at least isn’t as bad as network TV these days that throw up a rerun every few weeks and don’t even bother making sure it is any older than five or six weeks, which, strangely since I can’t remember what I ate last night I sure as hell can remember what is going to happen in the damn sitcom if I’ve seen it less than a year ago- at least I wait four or five years to rerun my slop ) was that I planned on writing today’s article on Thursday, and leaving work early on Friday. It is a paid holiday ( if a holiday falls on the weekend then we get Friday off ) and thank all the gods plus Baby Jesus I’m at a happy financial place where I don’t need overtime at work anymore. I still come in for two hours to do food donation pick-ups, but I make it as quick as possible and then try to leave. I don’t normally want to stay off the clock to write the next exciting edition of this Dear Diary, What I’m Doing For The Apocalypse. So I was thinking to get a head start. But transferring the PDF to MS Word to Google Blog screwed it all up and I had to tweek the damn thing which took twenty minutes. Then BOTH the weekend articles did the same thing, another fifteen minutes. By then it was too late to write. Rerun, all for naught. I’m seriously thinking about biting the bullet and buying a damn cheapo, throw away Chinese generator for $150. I’m tired of too many cloudy days screwing up the electric use and having to go, literally, months between writing on the weekends. I have no excuse now, since my highly irritating ( insofar as they refuse to do everything I demand such as moving up to Elko and becoming my future cannon fodder ) but extremely generous minions are buying the crap out of Amazon and my monthly commissions have been over $200 for several months now. Novembers was $300!!! I can buy a generator and put some cash into the savings sock.

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One might be excused for thinking that I would have a slight bit of shame and with less than a week previously being self exposed as being a suck ass prophet of doom, refrain from making any predictions for the year 2011. Well, one would be wrong. I have little shame, exposing on these stained pages the innermost workings of my sordid mind. I let it all hang out, which unfortunately just attracts the wrong kind of crowd. You know who you are, a bunch of gawkers that slow down at the scene of an accident to search for decapitated heads or crushed to pulp torsos, slowing down traffic so you can get your sick little thrills which would regularly be unnecessary if you just got off your friggin high horse and stopped pretending you didn’t like to see Darwinistic selection quickly at work and got your vicarious violence fix from R rated movies like us normal people. Of course, some of those “normal” people pretend to be aghast as an ear severing is being shown in a Quentin T movie but see nothing wrong in the original “Assault On Precinct 13” movie when a long view is shown of a little kids lifeless legs sticking out from in back of an ice cream truck ( while there was nothing wrong with the remake, I prefer the cheesy low budget original, just because it feels authentically rawer than the slick/Hollywierd new version ). If people don’t have their faces rubbed in reality they can ignore the coming end to their Petroleum Flavored Happy Place ( henceforth and forever, or until the grid goes down, known as Pefhep ).

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I don’t care that I show that I’m a dumbass. My timing sucks worse than a lipless tobacco chewer, but in the long run I’m always right. So what if I can’t figure out what happens in the space of one year. I’ll be right the year after that, or close enough. So, with absolutely no shame, I’ll make a few more predictions for next year. I’m not going to try to give you an even ten. First, it is hard work thinking up all those subjects. And two, I can’t be bothered to count that high at the end of the year to figure out how many I got wrong. To simplify things, we are just going to go ahead and call 2011 “Year Of The Doubles”. And not good doubles such as profit sharing checks at work, buy-one-get-one-free doubles. Double coupons, or any other doubles you can think of up to and including certain female body parts. No, 2011 will be, in my never humble opinion, double crap year. Inflation ( if not inflation PLUS depletion ) will most likely really be a force this year and double commodities. Perhaps not hyper-inflation, but inflation doesn’t need to be hyper to screw up your whole life. Oil WILL double. $150 barrel of oil was soooo two years ago. At least $170 if not $200. Which of course causes everything else to go up in price since oil creates almost everything modern man uses or practices. If nothing else happens, I’m sure oil will double. Yes, I could be wrong. I, personally, am going to bet that it will. I’m buying prep goods with that in mind, assuming by the end of the year I will no longer be able to buy affordable bulk grain, or ammunition, insulation, plastics, etc. The Shell ( or was it Exxon? ) exec forecasting $5 gasoline? How much do you think a barrel will cost if he is right?

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Actually, come to think about it, that is my only prediction. Oil doubles. Which will cause a major cereal grain to double, globally. Ammo will double ( you need cheap petroleum for cheap ammo, from ore extraction to chemical manufacturing to transport ). Crop fertilizer, insulation, food containers, UPS or FedEx deliveries. Everything goes up. Perhaps not doubling, but major increases. This forecasting crap is easy, peasy. Getting the timing right might not be so easy, but the basic forecast is simple. From my brain to yours, you are welcome.

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