by Charles Hugh Smith
Of Two Minds
OK, now I get it. Take a couple tabs of Euphorestra and Hopium, and stick to talking about making money in the market. Greed won’t offend anyone.
So I started to tell my buddy about my new screenplay idea: “There’s a global pandemic, and when they rush a bunch of vaccines to market, then….”
“Stop right there–even talking about vaccines will get you renditioned to a hellhole in one of the ‘stans.”
“But it’s just fiction.”
“You can argue with your guard in the hellhole, just before they haul you off to be waterboarded.”
“Jeez, has everything really gotten that crazy? OK, never mind. Anyway, I’m working on a little nostalgic story about the good old days when we plinked cans with our .22 rifles…”