April 2, 2020
My Dear Reader,
In 1743, Scottish poet Robert Blair penned a little-known poem titled the grave. It wasn’t much of a hit and it’s time, and it has very little significance today. Save one line that I think is very fitting our current situation.
“Whistling aloud to bear his courage up, / And lightly tripping o’er the long flat stones
With nettles skirted, and with moss o’ergrown, / That tell in homely phrase who lie below.
Sudden he starts! and hears, or thinks he hears, / The sound of something purring at his heels”
The story is simply about the main character imagining all the things that happen in a graveyard at night but, how he describes the common phrase whistling past the graveyard, is quite fitting for our economic and social standing today.
While I don’t believe some of the more panicked economic predictions that would tell you that this is the end of modern banking as we know it, or that this is some plot to centralize the US government, I still believe that it is important to stay vigilant against the more measured, but real impact of this artificial collapse. I believe it should be a warning against traditional Financial Planning and Wall Street products, yet I feel and fear that will be lost in the aftermath. Nevertheless I have begun penning a series of essays which I want to title “Save like an American”. Which will encompass our economic issues, but more importantly how to avoid them. I will also be authoring a separate series of essays which I’d like to call “A season for tyranny” which I will make available to you via PDF by request.
These are trying and strange times. But I cannot lose faith in you or our country and her principles. I still have a good feeling that we will prevail. After all, anyone can be a cynic. It takes a good person to look at the world and find the good in it.
To your creation and potential,