a.k.a America's Lost Decade a.k.a. Japan the Sequel a.k.a. The End of American Hegemony
I thought my blog would take off instantly. I thought I could get the message out. I thought, Hey, I've come from the future; instead of just buying up a bunch of cheap stocks and selling them all in early September, maybe I can help this country help the world avoid what I left behind: a vast wasteland of burning bodies and crumbled buildings.
But more than three months in, I have one follower. Count them. One. I thought wrong.
You're blind, Americans. And now I have discovered you can't read either. You're so myopic that you don't even understand the concept of a forest anymore.
Last chance saloon. Just to show me someone's watching, I need you to do one thing. If you are very good-looking (like, extraordinarily so) and are in or near Los Angeles or visiting any time soon, go to the bar The Dime on Saturday, August 15, and find a young man in a black, button-down shirt. Whisper to him, "I want you." He'll know what to do. Also, if you just tell someone you know who is very good-looking, this will work, too.
All best,
T1000
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