Elizabeth and I were FaceTiming with Jane. She asked how we were doing.
We’re fine. We came to Whistler at the beginning of last week. Instead of flying back to SF on Sunday, we decided to stay. A lot has changed since last week, and snow-capped Blackcomb is a better view than the apartment building across Turk St.
We chatted about her dad’s text: “Jane. The economy is collapsing.”
I’m actually quite optimistic.
I’d choose this “Let’s Shut Down The Factories And All Stop Going To Work For A Little Bit” recession 10/10 times before I’d choose the “Whoops We Accidentally Misallocated $1 Trillion Into McMansions” recession or the “Damn, Bombing Everybody’s Bridges For 5 Years Had Consequences” recession.
To my knowledge, we’ve never actively shut down the economy like this before. It’s great for the dolphins in Venice and everybody’s lungs in LA, but it’s terrible for restaurants with rents due April 1.
Proposal: we pause all interest accrual and rent payments while everyone sits at home.
Top to bottom, a moratorium on rent and interest accrual. For 6 months. Tack the payments onto the end of the terms.
These massive $700 billion liquidity injections scare me. It’s like pumping gas into a car with no wheels. I’m in favor of mailing checks to all the service workers who are now out of work, but the idea of economy-wide UBI is misguided. Toyota and GM aren’t pumping out cars. Restaurants aren’t pumping out meals.
I don’t understand enough about credit and deflation to know if flooding the market with $USD’s while production grinds to a halt is a good thing in the short term, but it seems like a recipe for hyper-inflation long-term. Lots of money chasing fewer and fewer services.
We should be gracefully winding down the economy, not throwing money at the wall and seeing what sticks. The stock market didn’t collapse because we were massively misallocating capital. We all just stopped going to work, which is okay.
Let’s hit pause and slowly turn things back on as they come online. This wound will heal.