You know. I get that this is a boring dystopia. But it makes sense for an economic magazine (one that has been around since the first two world wars) to talk about the economic aspects of a looming world war.
It even acknowledges in the article (more than once) that financial concerns are far down the priority list in such a case. But that as a financial publication, this is their purview so they’re focusing there.
There’s a bit in the article in the direction of “war introduces such radical levels of uncertainty that even past occurrences provide few lessons to learn from”. (Can’t get a direct quote… returned to article to be stopped by paywall) It goes on to say that this uncertainty is heightened because any future world war will involve nuclear powers.
I hope that knowledge of the level of uncertainty is enough to deter the spread of violence. But that hope may be as futile as hoping people would actually read the article
One time like 10 years ago I was at a party and my crush was there. It was a bunch of musicians and basically everyone was smoking weed, but she was one of maybe 3 drunk people there. She was slurring her words, falling down drunk and no one was helping her.
She slurred out “I need to go to the b***room…” So I thought she either needs to go to the “bathroom” because she’s gonna be sick, or the “bedroom” because she’s gonna pass out and it’s her friend’s house. I help her back to the hallway - bedroom’s one side, bathroom is the other - and she pulls me toward the bedroom.
Now this girl was blasted… There’s no way I’m gonna try anything. I just wanna get her to a place where she won’t fall and break her face or drown in her own vomit.
I helped her to the bed and turn to leave and she grabs my leg…
Her: “Come on…” Me: “come on, what?” Her: “do your thing… Do your stuff” Me: “What stuff?”
(She sits up)
Her: “you… And me…” (Wildly smashes hands together) Me: “yeah… That doesn’t seem like a good idea” Her (still slurring her words): “come ooonnnn, I’m not that drunk” Me: “Tell you what. If you give me three coherent sentences so I know the lights are on, and I will fuck you into next weekend.” Her (eyes rolling in opposite directions): “buh… Gahnt… Ack…lep” Me: “ok. Good night. I’ll let Friend know you’re back here”
I go to walk away and she grabs me again.
Her (suddenly lucid and making eye contact with perfect speech): It’s now or never dude. Me: “Well in that case it’s never.”
So I walked away, because I don’t need that kinda mindfuck.
I’m happily married to someone with the same first name.
Drunk girl died of cancer.