Probably. It means that there is a chance of something happening, more likely than not taking place. It is more than possibly and can lead either to positive or negative results. At present our probable national status is indicative of the negative and we can almost hear the shouts of Chicken Little as he shouts, "The sky is falling!' Only this time it is falling for real, as a bull market is diminished due to the machinations of a demented, dangerously incompetent man whose actions have induced a 15% drop in market. Unbelievable!
Yet there it is. A first of its kind. Those questioning of will there be a recession are way out of date. Take a look around, folks, for your accounts. Take a look at your planned retirement or your retirement as is right now and then ask and answer the question yourself. Will there be, or is there already a catastrophic recession and will it further degrade? Will it remain as such, as bad as that is, or clatter down more forcefully than ever before and gift us with worse? How much more till this nation, and its residents, are forced to their knees in despair as they see their lives and the lives of their children shredding, disappearing before their very eyes.
Oh, those 'wise' heads of the economy are advising us to buy stocks, end of season sale equivalent for they will inevitably go up. You can pick up some real good bargains. However, that sale is not for you and me, for the overwhelming majority of this nation. It is once again an opportunity to get even richer than they are, for the elite to take yet another leap up and leave us further behind. Yes. They might have been hit with some losses, but trust me, there is enough excess there that we don't have to cry about them.
The question is whether or not the United States at this point is ripe for inclusion in its own end of season sale. Even if so, a question remains. Who the hell's going to want these pieces, so shattered and useless, are they. Frankly, to throw a little conspiracy theory right back at the master of such accusations, is that I believe that he and his coterie of sniveling cowards have purposely done this devil's work in their efforts to induce chaos to such an extent, so frightening and overwhelming that the nation will fall willingly to anyone offering rescue and "why, looka' here, the savior!"
And so here we are, the overwhelming mass of this nation staring at those raw numbers, telling us that our plans for retirement, adequate, nothing extravagant, are existentially challenged. Where, you and I wonder, where has it gone? Anybody see and hear the sagging and the jingling emanating from Trump's pockets and those of his flying monkeys? A successful financial coup. He remains demented and amoral, a slug of a man, as sly as a street thug to ensure his own continued success.
"Probably," Bondi says, when asked re Trump's statements and plans for running for a third term, a plainly unconstitutional plan and he could care less. After all he is a convicted felon, barred from running for office, barred from voting in some states, yet there he is conducting the teardown of this nation from his self-declared throne in the Oval Office. Smirking away, doing that and much more via his usurpation of the executive and the legislative powers of this government. "Probably!" she states when asked whether he will obey or not the decisions passed by the Supreme Court, one that is mostly of his own choosing. Her comment when pushed to answer? “I think we’re going to be very successful on all these.”? Now, doesn't that give you assurance! It sure as hell does not do that for me.
We are living, not awaiting, a constitutional crisis, the worst in the history of this nation We have an openly avowed traitor to this nation who encouraged revolt and rebellion to the point of murder. He has ripped out the underpinnings of this nation's structure. He has induced an unexplainable fear which paralyzes opponents, turning them into lapdogs when they are not busy flying around as the monkeys into which they have been turned.
Our ship of state is foundering on rough seas, plagued by rogue waves, yet none see or have plans of rescue. The man at the helm is cackling, insane, and unless we act promptly, our ship will be drawn into the wild inescapable eddies and down we will go, never more to be resurrected. A trail of paper left behind the sinking ship are the reams of executive orders written again and again as we all said time and again, "Let's wait. He'll change. You'll see." Well, he did not change other than for the worse.
Is there anything anyone can possibly undertake to end this national nightmare, this existential nightmare, for do not fool yourself. It is the very presence of a United States of America remaining in existence as a viable, thriving democratic nation that is at stake. That stake is the one upon which we are spitted, and it is smoking already. Furthermore, if one thinks that this destruction will never occur, please think again. It is ongoing at this moment in time and shows no sign of stopping. It is greenlighted all the way, and the man chortles in his victory as he wrests the wheel this way and that.
This demented, cruel, amoral, convicted felon, this sexual pervert, fiddles in his own way as nation burns. He does not use Nero's fiddle for he has his golf clubs instead. Like an infant he boasts of his golf game even as the nation he ostensibly leads is way over par. He thinks his winning his golf game is worthy of national publicity. Big baby, big dangerous baby that he is. He smirks and shuffles along, forgetting more and more, yet that one evil plan remains intact and grows ever more powerful and ever closer to fruition.
And all the while the world shivers in trepidation at the very real possibility, the probability, that this man will set the world on fire, completely shattering the vulnerable present world order. Yes, he'll go down with the ship, no alternative but so will the rest of the world. The last sound we'll hear is the echo of his insane cackle, thinking he has indeed won a wonderful prize.
It is incumbent upon every single citizen of the world to stand up against Trump. To get out there and yell and shout and chant and yes, even threaten in ways they understand. No more donations, no more votes. No more offices of evil power. No more ability to wreak even more havoc upon this nation. This is the language and the actions which will hit home. A steady path and pressure must always be in place, the end goal always before our eyes. The elimination of any Trumpian taint from this government and the prevention of another such obscenity. Send the cowards home, to insignificance and loss of power.
Accuse, impeach, and convict Trump, demand he pay up his fines, and then give him his cell as the felon he is. Then throw away the key. Allow this nation, its people, all the nations of the world, all the people of the world, to heal, to rebuild in a more meaningful and positive manner. We need to keep the spring in our lives and shed the winters.
Probably? Very possibly? Imminent? Who the hell knows! All I know right now, all I feel in every atom of my composition is that
Our yesterdays are quickly vanishing.
Our todays are threatened, clouded over by despair,
Our morrows are most definitely threatened.
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow ......??????