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March 15, 2014
There are no jobs in the valley. There is no economy. But everybody is busy.
Their husbands hunt. Every winter they go into the forests for three months to hunt squirrels, sables, bears and lynx. These furs they sell to the Russian and Chinese merchants who come to the village knocking on their doors. Hunting the Lynx with the Old Believers | Standpoint
Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 15, 2014 9:51 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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There are no jobs?
There is no "economy"?
Let me check my dictionary, vs. my thesaurus, vs. their calloused hands, and the condition of the tools they use. Then compare that to the latest "interpretation" from a NYT "award winning" economics pundit's "opinion".
Posted by: CaptDMO at March 16, 2014 12:59 AM
Headline Correction: ...There is no economy the government has learned how to measure, control and destroy....
Posted by: BillH at March 16, 2014 7:46 AM
Oh how I wish I could go to Siberia. Truly.
Posted by: pbird at March 16, 2014 8:45 AM
pbird: Alaska is the closest you can get. I think it is the biggest state with only three quarters of a million people. There's no there there.
Posted by: chasmatic at March 16, 2014 12:44 PM
chas, you're right about that. I went to alaska and found out the native americans, whatever that is, rule and everybody else takes a back seat. In that regard it was very much like being in a foreign country, not that there's anything wrong with that.
Posted by: ghostsniper at March 16, 2014 2:40 PM
Yearning for the mud.
Posted by: Eric Blair at March 17, 2014 6:06 PM