We seem to be trending toward a society that will be crying out for a strongman, which bodes well for a damned Donald Trump reboot, despite his being a bloviating fraud. The stock market is in bear territory, society seems to be unraveling a bit every day, and it seems there will be a clamoring for someone who can talk a good game and promise a crackdown on crime. And how about a chicken in every pot, climate change be damned?
The mere prospect of another Trump presidency, besides being achingly depressing, would probably pull the market back into bull territory practically overnight. Or not. I don’t really know. All I know is that at the moment it’s hard to watch my retirement funds disappear before my eyes. Infuriatingly hard. The bleeding has to stop, and soon.
It’s amazing—the concessions we’re willing to entertain in order to hold onto our money. I won’t vote for him, but I’m sure enough people would, if things continue to trend as they currently are and the Democrats can’t legislate some positive vibes, get folks believing there’s light at the end of the tunnel.