I was thinking about President George W. Bush’s speech, and – call me crazy— I thought a financial depression might be kind of fun.
Bush addressed our country last night in regards to our economy’s current crisis, saying "our entire economy is in danger." We are supposed to be in favor of a $700Billion bailout program to save us from the mistakes this country has made with money. If we don’t interfere, then (dum dum dum) DOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!
As ignorant as this sounds, I was kind of thinking a financial crash might be a good cleanse for this country. I mentioned this to my dear husband and he pointed out that banks that lend money would go out of business and there would be very few mortgages, business loans or car loans made.
We'd all live in quaint little apartments with our laundry hanging out the windows, have less rooms to clean up after, and drive our hoopties into the ground. Just like the old days.
I figure it would kind of be like the Great Depression and that would prompt everyone to be creative with their resources. We’d collect whipped cream containers, scrounge for bits of twine and create big orbs of rubber bands and brag to each other about who had the biggest collection. There'd be gardening and bartering and quilting galore! I think a great deal of talent that people have smothered with laziness and convenience would be revealed.
Hubby jumped on my wagon. “You could make all our bread. You could make breakfast by cracking our own wheat. And we could raise chickens in the backyard.” I’m not sure if he was humoring me, but I liked the words just the same. I reminded him that our Homeowners' Association (HOA) doesn’t allow chickens. He insightfully stated that they’d be too busy raising their own chickens so as not to starve.
I like it.
[Neighborhood tangent: I call dibs on Matt Smith and his bowhunting skills and on Rochelle Nelson for her ding dang darn delicious blackberry/strawberry jam. Oh, and also dibs on Donna Rice for her killer bread and on Carol Whitaker for her sewing prowess. There are a few more people on my list, and I call dibs on all of them. You guys can have the computer programmers and accountants.] [Sorry, honey.]
Of course, I anticipate that in such a crisis, crime would go up for a while, mostly things like stealing apples from Mr. Jones' tree and throwing rocks at the old warehouse windows. But eventually, those would decrease.
Just think of the neat stories you'd be able to tell your grandkids while wearing a straw fedora! Of course, that's assuming that the whippersnappers stick around to listen to them, but you'd have those stories, darn it! And you could tell them with a wistful look in your eye at Thanksgiving dinner every year, right before carving the turkey. Now, THAT'S a captive audience.
Anyhoo, I thought a financial depression might be kind of fun.
Now, you can call me crazy. But remember, I've got the wheat. And the Smiths.