Happy New Year, again! (Part III)
Sometimes American English appears to be lacking in proper nuance. For example, we say “Happy New Year!” both before and after the New Year begins. It were, as if no change had truly taken place. For many, regardless of their social status, this transition might mean recovering from a hang-over, for America’s producers it surely means the end of one fiscal year and the beginning of another. Certainly everyone must now break the habit of writing 2021 and begin writing 2022! Such is tradition.
Alas, I am writing to tell you that I have failed to meet my self-imposed deadline and deeply apologize. This said, I have made substantial progress, and each day has brought me a little closer to the final destination. So, I encourage you to hold on! Coding is not always predictable, and things easily conceived are not always easily implemented. What is more, I have recently become the victim of a hate-crime, and have been substantially slowed in my extra-online activities. My city is no longer safe.
Now, there are 73 entries between those who began following Deflation Made Simple on Twitter and those who started on Substack. So, I will use this 73-day period as my new deadline. It is my hope that the two groups of readers can then be merged, Deflation Made Simple can be moved to a permanent new location, and Ave Verum on Substack can be transformed into a blog post on the fate of America. We need to right our ship before it is too late!
As consolation for your patience and by way of greeting for the New Year, I have created a provisional splash page for Deflation Made Simple’s temporary second-home. You can see it in your desk-top browser at www.ourseventh.org. I have not had sufficient time to optimize it for smartphone viewing, but it is only temporary, anyway.
In the end, there is one good thing to be said about history other than the lessons that it can teach us about what to expect in the future: it does not change with the passage of time — only its interpretation.
Louis XV and John Law will still be there when we return.
In liberty, or not at all,
Roddy A. Stegemann, First Hill, Seattle 98104