either the future is so bright we’re gonna have to wear sunglasses or
the future is so bright we’re all gonna have our eyeballs irradiated and melted from the nuclear blast of debt.
I’m getting tired of predicting disaster, which makes me want to think everything’s gonna be ok, but, from a contrarian point of view, it’s usually safest for me to think the opposite of what i’m thinking or want to think.
So I’m going with the melted eyeball scenario for the future.
