Leader Less or Leaderless

We are a people working on a disaster recovery plan today. I am working on disaster recovery here at home at one A.M. in the morning by typing away. My daughter who just lost her job is working at disaster recovery in her dreams at her house. My friend and neighbor is pushing dogs over the fence while counting them and trying to sleep. He is working on disaster recovery too.

In order to make that all work we are all going to have to work together; which requires a plan. The master disaster recovery plan in our most important economy in the world is to try to reinflate the broken bubble. I have a recipe for fixing broken bubbles. I use it to make bubble soap for my grandkids. It will nearly certainly not work for this crisis.

The rest of the world is still gasping at the speed with which everything disappeared. The world market disappeared. The world economy went into reverse. The world consensus on trade has gone into hiding. Even the vastly important worldwide movement toward nuclear disarmament is looking pale and vague right now.

Afghanistan is in war and chaos. Iran is trying to elect a new government without any hope of solving its real internal problems. Pakistan is losing its capacity to govern all of its territory. Iraq is still a smoking ruin.

Israel cannot elect a government that will remain stable for more than a few months. Even the Vatican is stumbling along issuing stupid proclamations about condoms and aids in Africa; which is still a continent even if it cannot keep its juices under control. .

Meanwhile the house is burning merrily away into the night throwing a modicum of heat and light into the darkness. The card’s are all on fire now and the ashes will be cold by morning. Obama man and Summers and Geithner are all blowing into a broken bubble as hard as the printing presses will let them.

So let’s organize a new idea or two into a new economy. The old one is still dead this morning and resurrection is not a matter of time. Oh yes, I do want Summers and Geithner and Obama man to keep running those printing presses. That is all that is keeping the depression at bay.

And I want my daughter to invent a new business. And I want my wife and me to not argue again about ways and means of survival. And I want those dogs to find a new home. I want every kid in the world to go to sleep well fed and warm and feeling loved.

And I passionately want our people in this great nation to wake up with a new resolve this morning: To ignore the bonuses and concentrate on the real money. To find their balance in the wind flowing from that burst bubble. I want that more than anything else in this world of unwanted wants and broken dreams. I want it all more than ever now that it seems so much less possible. Where the hell are my ruby slippers when I need them?