I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person. Usually, I’m quite happy to plow into any hard subject and, with the full freedom of ignorance, give an opinion. Physics, fractals, whatever, I’ll give it a go when it hits my curiousity. But not economics. My eyes glaze over and all arguments sound equally reasonable or unreasonable, as the wind blows. I can’t be bothered to even balance my checkbook. When it gets more complicated than “only spend what you’ve actually earned”, I just have to trust.

It doesn’t keep me from trainspotting the trainwrecks, however, and my ignorance of the mechanics allows me a certain level of aesthetic enjoyment. The following, which I ran across on Sullivan’s blog the other day, is practically musical in its construction: call and response, tension and release, each variation wilder than the previous, anticipation that is satisfied by familiarity and outrageousness.


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If anyone deserves to say “I told you so”, it’s this guy. It makes me feel better about not bothering to listen to money pundits over the years, though the fact that Schiff is the only one who doesn’t sound snide and self-satisfied should have probably been a major tip off.

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