So your idols have shown to be nearing a major tectonic crack, haven't they? The momentum is building up for all too many out there bidding against you without bending over backwards anymore. Suffice it for someone like China to stop bailing out your debt overhang, like T-bills boasting a too-arrogant-to-default ranking, and your colossus crashes on the strength of its inflated mass and on the leverage of over-reaction to minor irritants. Like someone else's islands you hold no stake in while claiming the authority judging on.
Caught right inside your own securitization maze, huh? Too many derivative assets engineered to account for an actual GDP contribution? Too many hybrid layers to keep the money multiplier meaningful, money aggregates adequate, and propagation channels controllable? And too many media gimmix as manipulable force multipliers that are up for grabs to terrorists and colored rebels alike?
Will democracy hikes around the globe cover up your institutional insolvency? Is that kind of exports or spillovers soon to deplete on your bond sweepstakes and dollar flood? California, your richer estate topping your unemployment (too weird you're still humming away), may never quite go carved and sliced, but the seamless world has made your seams readily seen.
Wanna keep on worshipping greed as rationality and the market for political products as a short-traded proxy for truth and inner freedom? Well, duh. Get your margin call: Scaled, measured, and found void. Mene, teqel, oo parsin.
And should a near-split baby hand like Belgium ever get paid to make-believe she's bailing your swelling yet shallow soul away, we'll again start clapping our hands regaining trust in you and your wonderwrought path. Or shall we? Not in this eon. Run Sammy, hyper, cuz them's runnin on your hype bank!