America’s $30 Trillion Debt In One Stunning Visualization

No problem, we’ll just print more.

Gold, freedom•arkets, capitalism ~ photons of impersonal, & so salubrious & friend-able, emergent forces/mechanisms ~ would constrain all too personal divergent-misallocating-embezzling government dark forces.

So government was deployed by shrouded self-entitled interests (from outset & as always) to get rid of gold, freedom•arkets, capitalism – to rid people of their property in general by making people in general into property ever & ever more sophist-icatedly so.

That’s what citizen “clods of the continent,” are, have always been: property.

And democracy ~ people helping themselves to each other, backstopped, cuz gutless, by “force of law” ~ helped speed up this bottomless pitting.

Despite scribbles in the rancid-ransack constitution, putting money neath the auspices of government has never been anything but disastrous carnage everywhere & everywhen.

People who are wont to implore otherwise telegraph nothing so much as the lack of agency that is reality & the compulsive desire to “alchemize” that MIA/gency by “electing” agents “instead” despite the evidence that all they get from political/gov theatrics is the bottomless “agency problem.”

Fight Club Pogo’s enemy is Pogo.

There’s nuthin’ “out there” germ theorists. “In there’s” the un-drainable terrain from whence all the bubbles-bubbles-toils & troubles come.

Gold glows, while this lowest of the bottomlessly low resolution gov/fedres filaments don’t, didn’t, never will.

Aurum’s aesthetically pleasing & feels damn good in the hand & sounds even better in the pocket…whatever gov/fedres ~ all its members & apologists ~ “produces” or touches is redrum writ largest…& none of them care one damn bit – same as The Shining Jack Nicholson (it’s so nice to be insane, no one asks you to explain, radio by her side, Angie baby ♪♫♪).

PM’s is money. Everything else is pretends, paper wadding incontinence in yer britches, dirty laundry lineage. “Money” done went meta, long time back. Virtual currencyality is the oozing, spurting, corrosive geyser from which all the rest of the schizophrenic nonsense emerges.

Dalrymple’s piece yesterday says that many librarians hate books. Mostly because they hate dealing with people who are interested in books. He writes about an archive on the subject of terrorists & terrorist organizations, a valuable trove that was bequeathed to a public university for safekeeping & future reference, that has “gone missing.”

Santayana makes remembering history seem like it’s simply a choice. But it isn’t. Any more than smart or stupid is a choice.

So redaction is projection. Redaction of narration by scribe-copyist-censor-gatekeepers, like those monk(ey)s in The Name of the Rose, is what most people, stupidly, are still engaged in to this day.

Money is burned in paper, books & archives are burned in fires(ales…sometimes), & per Heine, as Dalrymple also reminds, people continuously incinerate each other, too.

Some other Santy clauses:

“”””””History is a pack of lies that never happened told by people who weren’t there. {top bunk}

A conception not reducible to the small change of daily experience is like a currency not exchangeable for articles of consumption; it is not a symbol but a fraud. {nature’s first green is gold experience}

For gold is tried in the fire & acceptable men in the furnace of adversity. {purification actual, not ritual}

The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, & it makes free those who have loved it. {“negative/positive” is nattering nabob stuff}

Habit is stronger than reason. {it’s also a uniform for cloistereds}

Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament. {what first, chicks or eggs? neither. dicks preceded.}

The spirit’s foe in man has not been simplicity, but sophistication. {couch & couched taters love sofa’ists}

Fanaticism consists of redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim. {spray-n-pray}

Music is a means of giving form to our inner feelings, without attaching them to events or objects in the world. {Watergate does not bother me…& Neil Young doesn’t either}

Advertising is the modern substitute for argument; its function is to make the worse appear the better. {tastes great! less filling! Fat slobs o’ empty tastes unite – one obverse, one reverse!}

Intelligence is quickness in seeing things as they are. {speed arts hone…i feel the need for speed}

Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited. {tragedy of the commons is just how common the commons’rs is}

The dreamer can know no truth, not even about his dream, except by awaking out of it. {dreams are real said the redman ~ Black Robe reference ~ & just look at that nightmare}

Music is essentially useless, as is life. {feeeelings, nothing more than feelings ♪♫♪ flowing-emerging outta atomic structures that are mostly empty space}

Sanity is madness put to good use. {or not, right RP McMurphy? Ya martyr ya.}

Never build your emotional life on the weaknesses of others. {or on your own weaknesses – a bigger never.}

Wisdom comes by disillusionment. {which ain’t nihilism}

Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness. {never build your emotional life on…}

To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography. {maprehension ain’t comprehension}

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery & the contradiction of what it is pretending to be. {…a stage}

My atheism, like that of Spinoza, is true piety towards the universe & denies only gods fashioned by men in their own image, to be servants of their human interests. {projection o’ scared shitlessness}

To know what people really think, pay regard to what they do, rather than what they say. {gold standard}

The diseases which destroy a man are no less natural than the instincts which preserve him. {fight clubouroboros}

The Bible is a wonderful source of inspiration for those who don’t understand it. {99/1%; perspire, glow, sweat…mostly only the horses still distill honest effort ‘cool the engines’ side-effect}

Fashion is something barbarous, for it produces innovation without reason & imitation without benefit. {monkey seedoo}

Chaos is the name for any order that produces confusion in our minds. {weus be chaos breeder reactor}

The highest form of vanity is the love of fame. {I’m gonna live forever ♪♫♪}

A soul is but the last bubble of a long fermentation in the world. {sourdough ~ “money”}

If pain could have cured us we should have long ago been saved. {if “choice” wasn’t just an arrangement of letters mapping a non-existent territory, nobody’d choose what is}

It is possible to be a master in false philosophy, easier, in fact, than to be a master in the truth, because a false philosophy can be made as simple & consistent as one pleases. {like ‘masters of the universe’ in a false•conomy}

By nature’s kindly disposition most questions which it is beyond a man’s power to answer do not occur to him at all. {unknown unknowns}

Knowledge is not eating, & we cannot expect to devour & possess what we mean. Knowledge is recognition of something absent; it is a salutation, not an embrace. {bye bye misamerican pieties, says the imp/refix that drinks, & knows things}

The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art. {is that love, or fear-magnet sucking in self-fulfilling prophecy?}

That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject. {fear, the “final” frontier}

Let a man once overcome his selfish terror at his own infinitude, & his infinitude, in one sense, is overcome. {trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, 50 cents ♪♫♪ kings of the roman road}

The mind of the Renaissance was not a pilgrim mind, but a sedentary city mind, like that of the ancients. {sedentary sanfranciscans pilgrim-caboosing behind billionaires to Montana, & ruining it; urban-suburban captains of bligh/t can’t help but mutiny against bounty}

The primary use of conversation is to satisfy the impulse to talk. {“social” noise}

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them. {“open minds” are terrible things – to waste! – & so castles made of sand slips into the sea eventually ♪♫♪}

All living souls welcome whatever they are ready to cope with; all else they ignore, or pronounce to be monstrous & wrong, or deny to be possible. {cult o’ syncope-a-synedoche…& not just in NY, either…philip Seymour hoffman’s passing day just passed by a few passages back}

The tendency to gather & breed philosophers in universities does not belong to ages of free & humane reflection: it is scholastic & proper to the Middle Ages & to Germany. {but not all middle-aged germans belong to scholastic universities…}

The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, & bursts into a thousand meanings. {cuz the word comprehension is like a hernstein-murray bell that rings once, cracking pre & post traumatic ring distress, & then never rings again; everybody gets the bell that cannot be unrung that they get.}

Intolerance is a form of egotism, & to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it. {heads wins & tails loses is coin o’ the realm•e-in}

Emotion is primarily about nothing & much of it remains about nothing until the end. {better living thru electro-chemistry}

The hunger for facile wisdom is the root of all false philosophy. {like: $ is the root Thoreau was talking ‘bout}

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green & vigorous in old age. {so much for Shake’s “salad days”} “”””””

Debt? That ain’t no debt. It’s dirt, filthy lucre – not money – dirt entomb-layering the Doors of Perception & the Tulip Bulbs o’ Vacuum Immured Filaments that can’t Glow.