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What the Old Stones Whisper

'They're coming...Run for your lives!'

SO PASSETH the last days of summer, writes Bill Bonner in his Diary of a Rogue Economist.

The sun sinks lower every day.

We put things away. We close the shutters.

And the cool night drafts seep in through the cracks.

Last week we went to a concert in Montmorillon. The town sits on the river Gartempe, as it has for 1,000 years.

Church spires rise from the hills. The mairie (the local government office) dominates the town square. God on the high ground; the feds down low.

Between them are shops (many vacant) and elegant old houses, protected by high stone walls and huge iron gates.

Like almost all the provincial towns of France, Montmorillon is dying. Many houses are empty.

There are still a few bars and restaurants, but on a typical evening, there may be no one in the town square. And most often, it is quiet.

No factory whistles call in the young, calloused hands. No snorting trucks come and go, delivering their wares. No lively crowds hang out at neighborhood bars in the evening, gaily passing the late summer hours with pastis or pineau.

Still, like a ghost with a secret, the old stones whisper.

We interrupt our recollection with a brief look at the financial news. In short, all is well...

Our first locomotive – the Manhattan Madness, headed south out of Wall Street at breakneck speed – passed through Trenton with no trouble. The party onboard is wilder than ever...with Amazon trading at a trillion Dollars!

Meanwhile, the Ol' Deep State Cannonball just left Penn Station in Baltimore on its way north. The conductor, wearing a MAGA cap, says, in effect, "You ain't seen nuthin' yet."

(What...Amazon at $2 trillion?!)

He steps on the gas and warns darkly that there may be violence...if anything gets in his way.

All up and down the tracks, the sun still shines; but chilly winds begin to lick at the rails...

The dawn for this great era came in the early '80s. The Dollar had been cut loose from gold for 10 years by then; the feds were starting to get the picture. They could borrow and spend with almost no limit.

Since then, the Empire of Debt has spread the power of the US elite all over the world, financed by cheap credit.

Interest rates have generally come down. Asset prices have generally gone up.

But growth rates and wages have fallen – despite huge technological advances and huge inputs of new credit.

And now, debt is piled up everywhere. Every household closet, corporate safe, and government warehouse is full of it. From just $3 trillion in the late '70s, it has risen to $69 trillion today.

The trouble is, debt is like a pet elephant. It needs to be fed. It may come from the financial economy, but it is the rest of the economy that has to carry the hay and clean out the cage.

And gradually, lower and lower real rates of interest have produced less and less hay. Real GDP growth falls as debt mounts up.

Obviously, this can't go on forever.

And there's nothing in the MAGA program to change these trends. The tax cut simply shifted the burden of government into the future.

Like all the feds' flimflams, it is supposed to "pay for itself." But every crackpot scheme is supposed to create a better, freer, more competitive, more efficient, and healthier society...and thereby "pay for itself."

From alpha to omega...from Amtrak to zoos...we know of none – save, perhaps, the interstate highway system – that even came close.

Already, Mr.Market has tried to put the brakes on three times – with the Crash of '87, the Nasdaq crash of 2000, and the debt crisis of 2008-2009.

Each time, the feds stifled the correction with even more debt. And each time, more and more massive inputs of credit produced less and less extra output.

But now, we are near the end of one of the longest business expansions/bull markets in history.

The feds should have stocked up on interest rates and surpluses. Then, they'd be ready to meet Mr.Market with both monetary and fiscal policies, dropping rates like heavy rocks as Mr.Market tried to scale the ramparts...and throwing more government spending – like hot oil – onto his battering ram crew.

Alas, they will be able to do neither. The Fed's key rate is still negative, in real terms. And the federales had already shot their fiscal wad, even before the battle trumpets sounded. The deficit will soon be running at more than $1 trillion a year – in a boom!

So what's ahead? The horrors!

It will be the "worst bear market of my lifetime," says famed investor Jim Rogers.

What's coming, says Ronald Reagan's budget director, David Stockman, is a "political and economic sh*tstorm, the likes of which America has not experienced since the 1930s or even the Civil War."

Meanwhile, back at our concert in Montmorillon...

On stage was a trio of Eastern Europeans on violin, viola, and piano playing Tchaikovsky and Piazzolla. The latter was an Argentine whose remarkably complex and delightful music combined jazz with the tango tradition.

By 9pm, the concert was about half-finished. The cool night air was settling over the group. Out in the open, under the stars and streetlights, people reached for their sweaters.

We were sitting in the courtyard of one of the town's oldest houses. Built in the 17th century, it was probably raised upon the ruins of some much older house. Now, it is locally famous for having been lived in by Madame de Montespan, mistress of Louis XIV, with whom she had seven children.

In this area, in the 3rd and 4th centuries, marvelous villas were built to Roman standards. Central heating...running water...frescoes...statues – all the comforts of home.

Aerial surveys can still make out Roman-era houses...walls...fields...and borders. One of them is just a mile or so away...up the old "Roman road" to the East.

Most likely, there were books, too – perhaps translations of Aristotle or Polybius. People were schooled in Latin...and sometimes Greek, too.

Christianity had been made legal throughout the empire in 313 AD. About a half-century later, the Emperor Julian attempted to restore the old gods.

The provinces, especially out here, with little economic or political importance, took little notice. They were less developed, and less Christian, but they had enjoyed the benefits of Pax Romana.

The empire – with free trade, a common language, good roads (there is one right next to our house), gold and silver coins, and a court system for sorting out disputes – brought civilization and culture to these far-flung outposts.

The Pax Romana ended with the crisis of the 3rd century. But many areas of the empire continued to enjoy relative peace and prosperity.

But in the late 4th century, far out on the steppes of Eurasia, the Huns pushed the Alans; the Alans pushed the Goths; the Goths pushed the Tervinges, the Vandals, the Quades, the Burgundians, the Sueves, the Gépides, and the Sarmates.

And on some day, perhaps a day like this, at the end of summer in 408 AD, the refugees must have begun coming here, to the Gartempe valley.

They must have told terrifying stories about how barbarians had attacked their towns and villas, burning, plundering, killing everything that got in their way; and how they had stolen all their cattle and other the women were raped and the men were killed...and all those left alive had been taken as slaves.

It must have been while the locals were listening with foot-wide ears that other runners arrived...breathless...and even more horrified.

"They're coming...they're just up the river...Run for your lives!"

What a shock it must have been. The empire had been in business for 400 years. Nothing had seriously challenged it since Hannibal was defeated in 183 BC. Who could have imagined that it was doomed?

And yet, it was all over.

"Everything is ruined," reported a visitor to Gaul in 407 AD. "Fields, towns...everything looks different. Plague...famine...slavery...cold and heat...By all these hordes [of barbarians] at one time, humanity perishes. From every side, cries of war. Terror and fury in all our hearts...chaos...peace has disappeared from the earth. Everything you see comes to an end."

Another described what it was like when the barbarians reached Spain:

"[They] pillage and massacre without pity...And now famine attacks, too...mothers, also, feed themselves on their own children whom they have killed and cooked. Fierce beasts have gotten used to eating our corpses.

"Now, they attack the healthiest among us and run wild, intent on the annihilation of our entire human race."

New York Times best-selling finance author Bill Bonner founded The Agora, a worldwide community for private researchers and publishers, in 1979. Financial analysts within the group exposed and predicted some of the world's biggest shifts since, starting with the fall of the Soviet Union back in the late 1980s, to the collapse of the Dot Com (2000) and then mortgage finance (2008) bubbles, and the election of President Trump (2016). Sharing his personal thoughts and opinions each day from 1999 in the globally successful Daily Reckoning and then his Diary of a Rogue Economist, Bonner now makes his views and ideas available alongside analysis from a small hand-picked team of specialists through Bonner Private Research.

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