When Actions and Words Both Speak the Same Loud

The Viking has been swinging like a timeless pendulum lately and this is that split-second situation where Moody’s been moody and Wall Street has been Brawl Street. To dispute comes in our dermis and a time like this where the journals and the news and the B-town gossip are gurgling with golden banners of slur slogans & shout-outs and so witty that even a down trader himself shows a scowling smirk occasionally.

Depression and recession never really left the economy. They were hiding behind that 1% of America’s abound affluent and of course the supersized, extra large burgers and beer keg. Only the kings and dukes are born with a silver spoon, these rich however have incorporated their own industrial/business/private organizations where each unit produced is platinum. It’s a bad time to be a consumer and employee and trader and businessman and homemaker and all of the above.

But how much weight can an elephant lose. The moneyed man has forex points to worry about where the common man has sustainability to dread. A to-be graduate doesn’t want to attend graduation because even before he steps out from university premises, he’s already unemployed.

It’s just that frightening that even the cameraman covering the live broadcast of the service slump of protestors, he’s actually trying to hold the camera steady.

We’ve past the age of writing anonymous letters to the representatives of our party in power, or sending emails for news channels to flash as headlines for a second, or complain to our neighbor of the calamity that’s hovering over the economy like a ravenous predator. This is the age of shouting out: from our words and from our diaphragm.

And this, right now, is just one domino falling.