Death of Old Man Dollar
It's happening, even if those in the bubble of American empire can't yet discern it. By the time you can discern it, it will be far too late.
India and the United Arab Emirates (UAE) have signed a deal enabling them to trade with each other in Indian rupees, rather than the US dollar.
Just on the face of it, this makes so much logical sense: why should two countries, relatively close to each other on the globe, use a third country’s currency - a country not even involved in the transaction, and a country separated by a fucking ocean…
Make it make sense.
Well, see, it’s called American empire.
They take our dollar because we invade or CIA-liquify their national government if they don’t participate in the US dollar dance — the big old hustle.
When the US unceremoniously pulled out of Afghanistan, after a roughly 20 year occupation, the US dollar should have caved about 50 percent the next day in world markets.
Yet it did not. Barely even budged.
The world just kept on spinning post-Afghanistan, yet our President became a kind of figurehead the very next day — less real world power than the King of England, our commander-in-chief was reduced to a mostly performative role… giving speeches, making jokes, doing interviews, slurping ice cream as he’s so fond of doing, losing his train of thought as the cool soothing ice cream hits the back of his ancient throat.
No longer an enforcer of dollar hegemony, no longer a person who can or would be able to marshal our military forces… just an old dude, owned by Podesta, making gaffes and trying to maintain what’s left of the national culture.
Super pathetic, if ya ask me.
It’s a big hungry world out there — 8 billion souls, and every one wants a house, some stock or crypto, a nice car, some kids and a family down the road… those 8 billion aren’t going to let a handful of ancient boomers in DC and Virginia roadblock them forever.
They’ll find a detour, and that will be that.
The world hasn’t really treated me well since John Podesta became a White House advisor — I’m mocked even more today than I was back in 2017 or 2018, when the emails were still hot news.
Yet I’m patient.
I put no faith in that ice cream slurping boomer, nor the credibly suspected chomoic pedovore he hired to advise him.
It’s all so super pathetic, and the 8 billion humans on this planet won’t wait for these handful of degenerate boomers to get their shit together.
Plan B has already begun.
See, the world just moves right on — just as the dollar caught a break after the withdrawal from Afghanistan, crypto has caught a break… the Virginia and DC boomers just weren’t able to kill it off in time. And that changes everything.
They tried, sure they did, these sad Clinton fixers and assorted chomoic clowns who don’t even know what they fight for anymore.
Is it for America? Surely not.
Is it for the American people? Surely even more not.
Is it to protect the waning glory of the Clintons and other past holders of American office? Perhaps, but what a sad little grift that is, if that’s what it’s all about — protecting the names of these frankly fetid political families.
A veritable war loser run by senile chomos, with a central bank no one trusts any more.
“Never bet against America,” Warren Buffett once said in a presentation.
I’d argue there isn’t an America to bet against any more.
You can bet against a Clinton or Bush, or the Virginia military-industrial shop, or a particular company, but America?
It’s each man for himself in these United States at the moment, and we all know it. The loss of the dollar’s purchasing power will be as shocking as the Afghanistan withdrawal was to me when it occurred.
Onward,
D