Let’s discuss something current: for example, a zombie apocalypse.
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In George Romero’s film “Land of the Dead,” the plot is weak, the acting is mediocre, but there is one storyline where a bad guy with suitcases stuffed with paper dollars runs around a collapsing world, shooting at someone, rushing through fire, ruins, and zombie crowds, and the finale of his efforts is as expected: as shown in the photo.
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In other words, dollars, stocks, real estate, crypto, and gold only make sense and have value in the presence of civilization. When it collapses, paper dollars become kindling in a cave that once was a cellar in Mar-a-Lago, and stocks and crypto are tales for fools told to children sitting by the fire, while gold is valued only if it can be made into an axe or spear.
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When a leader builds huts, ballrooms, residences, and increases their personal wealth at the expense of flushing their country into a garbage pit, they turn everything around them into an apocalypse, global or local. All piles of gold, money, stocks, and crypto work only in the civilization that created them; outside of it, they are worthless.
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This applies to both theirs and ours, and in fact, to all the first and not-so-first persons: all people, in principle. How much is an apartment in Bakhmut worth? Or a house in Mala Tokmachka? How much are Azovstal’s shares worth? What will golf clubs be worth if trenches and minefields are dug on their lawns? What value will Trump Tower have if, say, civil discussions with Capitol siege methods begin in the States?
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Dear Mr. President Trump is actually becoming poorer by destroying civilization; he just doesn’t know it yet. The same applies to ours, theirs, and many other presidents, prime ministers, and world leaders.
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I really hope that the number and influence of adults will outweigh the tantrums of mentally alternative, angry, and arrogant children who only outwardly resemble adults.
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I can just hear it: “Honey, throw a couple more of those green bills with the funny dressed men on the fire—it’s chilly. And hand over the spear; it needs sharpening, this yellow tip dulls quickly.”
