Time to Go Guerilla.

It's time for a new direction at Direwolf. The power brokers, fear mongerers, and financial shamans have gained the upper hand. It looks like it could all be over.

If Naomi (I moan) Klein wasn't such an idiot she would have titled her book "Disaster Socialism: How The Ruling Elite Seize Control During Panic and Spend the Next Thirty Years Giving Massive Kickouts to their Cousins, Trysts, and Deadbeat Sons At the Expense of Those Stoogie Taxpayers."

It may not have sold as well but it would have had that ring of truth.

Anyway my people have asked me not to publish anything regarding finance for a week. They told me to turn my back on the mystical world of finance until at least monday. Just like Andrew Lehard except without the billions of dollars. Or like that native man turns his back on the polluted landscape with a tear in his eye.



While the good guerilla soldiers attempt to wrestle order out of this chaos the Direwolf's new topics will be the desert, music, and whatever else catches my roaming fancy. Let this be the week of Sandy Song and Sunshine!