The Evil Economy

I refuse to give in to the sweeping depression and widespread panic that has overcome the American public in regard to the turbulent economy. What is the point? I am a domestic house cat. I have no use for currency or investments, or any of the other day-to-day trappings that have humans so deeply tied into and influenced by the economy. The economy is not even a tangible, living entity. It’s a “thing”. I’m amazed by its power over people… It’s the equivalent of weather, perhaps… a force to be reckoned with? Something that can be glorious one minute and devastating the next? Although, humans created the stock market and capitalism, whereas weather is under no one’s control. It just simply is.

Anyway, if I were a panther in the wild, I’d live by my wits. I’d live day to day, roaming here and there, never knowing what’s on the menu and from where I’m going to get it… behind a rock? In a burrow? Knock it senseless from a tree? I would hunker down and sleep where I want… everything would be within my ability to possess, or not. Nothing would have value but the value you placed on it. If I were to return to the same place to sleep from the night before and find another creature there, I'd have several options: (1) to take the mentality of fairness telling myself “I shuffles my feet, I lose my seat” and mosey on to another spot, (2) decide to fight for the spot, (3) scare the creature out of the spot, or (4) make the creature my dinner and take said spot. I wouldn’t worry about college for my offspring…. I’d home school. Everything they need to know they can learn from me. Trends and fashions? Keeping up with the Joneses? I think not…. I have the ultimate fur coat and nothing with a Gucci label would endure the wilderness. BMW? No thanks, Ill walk. I walk everywhere. Besides, emmissions and the fuel to power these vehicles are destroying our ecosystem. And flashy hood ornaments stick out like a sore thumb… no way I’d get any hunting done with that thing blinging all over the place. And were I a creature of prey, I may as well just stand out in the wide open, place myself in a big bowl of salsa, stick a sprig of parsley behind my ear, wave a bright yellow flag and yell “come and get it” with a blow horn. I could go on and on, but I won’t. The point is, humans fuck everything up. I’m just sad that my mom has to get sucked down into all of it because of the greater human forces who created and control this whole economy.