with me on one of my occasional benders, troughing economics. I stare at the numbers, rants and reports, thinking the codes must be hidden there, the arcane science of commerce, money movement and the phantom motivations of our leaders. I come away scowling and saddened as though from some mountebank magic trick, wishing the central banks would just stop printing our money to prop up GDP stats, recklessly inflating stocks, debt and housing to keep this bogus, smoke and mirrors recovery rumbling along. Roll on the inevitable bust. Or is the darker truth that the bankers know there’s no going back, that the last 30 years were all built on credit and debt and spending and we’ve come to the end of the leash?
