The strong winds of GREED toppled banks on Wall Street yesterday. The economy felt the chill of the cold breath of the god, Mammon. Financial folks were tightening down their windows and not taking any more foolish risks to let in whatever smiling face that wanted to come in from the cold reality of a cashless piggy banks. Lenders were polishing their glass eyes to insure calm cool stares when borrowers shower the office with tears and the mists of dreams fogging up reality. Houses will not be built during stormy weather. Carpenters will exchange their tools for Bible commentaries.
Bicycle shop owners will sing ”Ode to Joy” as they open their doors to the fresh breezes of overheated SUV owners who parked their gas hogs in their three car garages and looked for new 10 speed two-wheelers. Weight-Watchers and Jenny Craig businesses will dry up with the loss of many crops of customers and a drought of cellulite thighs. People lose weight because food has become too expensive to buy and calories were burned up riding bicycles and walking even in the rain, snow and following their dogs around the block and not around the kitchen. The mantra, “You want fries with that,” has ceased to be heard throughout the land.
Forecast for the next few months is sketchy at best. The sun will come out tomorrow – in some one’s world. Other worlds should expect more storms, floods and mudslides. Possible widely scattered earthquakes in and around Wall Street and those who trust in plastic cards.
An unusual air mass from over the rainbow will suddenly make an upper air disturbance. Darth Vader will faint. Those looking to the pearly gates and golden street for signs can cheerfully count on clear skies and the mass burning of umbrellas, the frying of nest eggs, and the end to power outages.
Environmental upheaval will ensue. Hell will freeze over. The Cubs will win the world series. Bears will go extinct but Packers will multiply. The tide will rise in portfolios held by the firm of Father, Son and Spirit. Time will stop. With a deep sigh all looking at clocks will see them stand still. Stuck on one time and one time only.
In Paradise it is always and everywhere 5:00 PM. “Shaken or stirred?” You don’t need to be a weatherman to tell which way the wind is blowing…
