I had just finished Final Lockdown Mode (FLM) here at Rancho Mogambo Bunker (RMB) and was starting to relax, or as much as a guy can relax when a guy is naturally skittish, paranoid and fearful and whose symptoms include rabidly obsessive total denunciation of the disastrous Federal Reserve for creating so much money, the traitorous Congress that allowed it so that it could deficit-spend the money, and the moron American voters that elected and re-elected and re-elected such loathsome, incompetent people to Congress.

The Bureau of Labor Statistics reported that 467,000 jobs were lost in June, bringing total non-farm employment down to 140.2 million, which, although bad, could have been worse, as I personally haven’t been fired yet, which is the only good news in the whole thing, as far as I can see.

To show you the kind of idiocy that passes for economics, The Wall Street Journal, in a story about the imminent rise in the minimum wage from $6.55 to $7.25 an hour, notes that the Economic Policy Institute “estimates that the minimum-wage increase will add $5.5 billion to the economy” which makes me laugh – Hahaha! – in a mocking-yet-scornful way as my humble way of saying, “These guys are idiots!”

Total Fed Credit went down by $9.6 billion last week, which is, in comparison to their wild excesses of late, not that much, and certainly nothing to get excited about. Sort of like how my boss is unimpressed that she only got one letter last week, instead of the usual five, from disgruntled customers complaining about how I called them “morons” because they were not buying gold and silver in response to the government acting like monetary and fiscal idiots.

Just because I am safely and securely locked inside the Fabulous Mogambo Bunker (FMB) doesn’t mean that I am unaware of things, especially those things concerning inflation in consumer prices, which is the One Big Thing (OBT) to be feared above all others, even more than that paralyzing fear of someone seeing you doing you-know-what, especially when they see you doing you-know-what with you-know-who and the can of whipped cream, which you never did use, which is the one saving grace about the whole thing.

ChartoftheDay.com had an update of their chart labeled “Depression-Era Bear Market Rallies (Dow 1929-1932)” which is interesting in many, many ways, starting with the fact that it only concerns one particular three-year span, which implies that thereafter there were no more bear market rallies of note, …

I was surprised that Barron’s reported that the banks show their Total Reserves fell from $896 billion to $848 billion,which is a simple math problem that seems custom-made for my abilities in that regard.

I was kind of dozing, idly dreaming of playing golf, where if I wasn’t putting the ball right into the cup from 25 feet away, then I was chipping it in from 25 yards out, wowing the crowd with deft wedge action, whereupon my caddy, a beautiful girl in a bikini and stiletto heels, would say, “Oooh! Nice one! You are so good that it gets me hot! I am panting for you, my Hot Mogambo Golfing Stud (HMGS)!”

My latest sure-fire, money-maker idea is to sue Yu Yongding, former bigshot with the Chinese central bank, for plagiarism, as he is the guy who said that “If the US can find a way to protect China’s assets, America’s standing here will increase.” My case is built on the fact that he said, repeated so as to make sure it is on the record, that “If the US can find a way to protect China’s assets, America’s standing here will increase.”