I was all amped up to write a few rants on the recent "finance reform" package put out by the Beltway Elites and the debt bomb being assembled on the Potomac. Then a moment of clarity hit - you know, like when you wake up missing your shirt in a city two hours away from the one you were "just having a few drinks" in the night before, only to find out it is two days later and you have no idea who that is whistling in the bathroom off of the strange and dimly let bedroom you find yourself in - you know, sort of like that.
That moment of clarity boiled down to: It just doesn't matter.
The "big picture" is already painted. The elites who think they are "leading events" and "working for the good of the people" and all that are just as caught up in this massive wave of mood change as the rest of us. All the world's a stage and we should play our parts as best we can, tending to our gardens, ready to seize the moment when fate may place us in a position to change the course of the future - whether locally or, much more rarely on a national or even international scale, by giving a shove to events in a direction that will lay a path to a more positive future.
But getting caught up in the minutiae of news and debate here in the dying sunlight of the old Great Bull Market, we should probably remember the words of another poet: