by Joseph P. Farrell, Giza Death Star:
Imagine the following: You’ve managed to scrape together a few dollars to run to the grocery store and buy a few staples with the dwindling purchasing power of your US dollars. You park your car, and, of course, lock it, and run into the store to do some shopping. While you’re shopping and noticing that the price of an egg is now $3.30 and pondering how you might be able to hard boil it and make it last for maybe three days(thank you Build Back Better and Bidenomics), there is a muffled “whump!” that momentarily gently shakes the store. You along with a few customers look up, glance at each other, and shrug your shoulders, and continue shopping. Butter? $13.67. Bread? $3.12…. The cart has 17 items in it, and the total is $341.03. With your rewards card, you managed to save 24 cents, losing a considerable “reward” because you insist on paying cash.
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You watch the teenaged cashier with the glazed-over eyes looking – with less understanding than you might have wished – at the computer screen on the cash register telling him how much change you’re owed for the four one hundred dollar bills you’ve managed to save up over the last four weeks for this trip. “Two of those,” you say, trying to help, and pointing to the twenty dollar bills, “good, now one of those” (pointing to the tens), “one of those” (the fives), “three of those” (to the ones), “three of those (the quarters), “two of those” (the dimes) “and two of those” (the pennies). You’re grateful that the cashier can at least count up to ten.
While this is going on, you’ve noticed there are all sorts of people streaming to the doors of the store, while outside there appears to be some sort of commotion; sirens can be heard in the distance.
Taking your few purchases you push your cart to the door to exit and return to…
…and then you see it. The parking lot – especially close to where you parked your car – is a mess of debris, a couple of cars are on fire, others clearly damaged from some sort of shock, their alarms wee-wawing wildly. Firemen and police tell you to stand back.
“But that’s my car!” you protest, pointing to a burning mass of somewhat crumpled car.
“Sorry sir, you can’t go near there until we get the fire put out, and that may be a while.”
“Why? what happened?”
“An electric car blew up, sir.”
Does this sound implausible? Think again, for it happened in South Korea, and it left other cars damaged, and some people hospitalized:
