A Spanking

By John Constantine

How does a duck know what direction south is?
And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks?
You can cut a chicken's head off
But it will keep on running and twiching

When everything seems planned out
When everything seems nicely planned out
Well the human race will come and smack your face

How come all my body parts so nicely fit together?
All my organs doing their jobs, no help from me!
A person pulls a spider's leg out
To watch it keep moving and twitching

When everything seems planned out
When everything seems nicely planned out
Well the human race will come and smack your face

Satan lives here: on grain and earth, rain and air

How come I just smoke and smoke and smoke and curse every butt I spit out?
All night long I grind my teeth and I wake up when I cough
You can put me in an iron lung
And I will keep on breathing and twitching

            - How Does a Duck Know?   The Crash Test Dummies

Okay.  So I went a bit overboard on that last piece.  It's to be expected.

So lately the Asian market is in wild gyrations.  Every single analyst worth his salt has something to say about what's going on in the right half of the world brain.  Obviously, I have to have my say as well.

Lately, what's been occupying my thoughts, is how the system is reacting to this enormous pulse.  What things are being learned, patterns I can perceive from past events like the current "crisis".

The first thing that strikes me is that this is an entirely predicable event.  In America, we went through a similar crisis when the stock market collapsed in 1929.  From all accounts, it sucked.  It sucked for about 10 years.  The same operating environment that caused the stock market crash in the US has been operating in Asia since the '80s.

There's a lot of free money in the air.  Things are fast and lose, and lot's of "partnerships" are formed to scam the most money for the least work are formed.

Fine and dandy, but the empirical evidence seems to show that the party usual comes to an end.  When the dust starts to clear that you have to come to grips that most of you are lying face down in the gutter drunk.  It was a wild party, for sure.

With your face down in the toilet, worshiping the god of excess, you seem to have some dim recollection that you may have done some really embarrassing things the previous night.

What is that goat doing in your bed?

So the shit starts hitting the fan pretty quick.  The whole system is held together by a thin web anyway.  Any hint of something going wrong and all the sudden no one is returning your phone calls.  You've just lost three billion dollars and you can't get your broker on the phone.