The positive thinking brigade are having a tough time of it lately. Not much to be positive about. Hard to keep the spirits up. But that’s not such a bad thing.
It can be comforting and strangely liberating to think that no matter how bad things seem at the moment, they are probably much worse than we realise.
I’m not advocating mass suicide or global depression to accompany the global recession. I just think that a new kind of caution is required in these heady days; a caution that urges us to assume the worst and plan to avoid it.
It seems to me that there’s so much more to be revealed about what the banks and governments and newspapers have been up to, and yet we seem to be proceeding on the basis that it’s all out in the open now.
I’m not a conspiracy theorist kind of guy: I’m not sure people are always clever enough to dream up complex global conspiracies.
I do think that the mess is akin to a whole load of bad eggs that fell off a lorry and somehow got scrambled on the main carriageway. It’s impossible to separate them out and we are all skidding about in the glutinous albumen.
The thing about bad eggs is that they stink. So maybe we should take our nose pegs off and get the full olfactory experience. Let’s assume that there’s more to come, and that it’s going to get worse. And then we might just start taking things seriously.