Kunstler figures the masses are reaching a tipping point when they get mad as hell and won’t take it anymore….
I overheard a conversation between two employees over at the Price Chopper supermarket last week. (The Price Chopper logo is a picture of a Mercury dime with an ax cleaving into Mercury’s head; in other words, an ax murder.) The supermarket employees were both middle-aged women.
First: “I’m going home to a cold house.”
Second: “Why don’t you turn up the heat?”
First: “I don’t have no money for fuel.”
Meanwhile, 175 miles south in Manhattan somewhere, Lloyd Blankfein’s personal shopper is trying to figure out whether to buy Lloyd’s favorite niece a Fabergé egg themed Memories of Azov or a Jaguar XK convertible.