The Land of Lost Souls
I only live in one place—in the U.S.—so I can only judge from the business startups and closures around me. It seems in my town at least one business goes out of business every week and those nasty “for lease" signs go up.
I remember a friend telling me (or maybe I heard it on TV somewhere)—if you went to New York City and tried to eat your way through every restaurant, it would be impossible because by the time you would get closer to the first restaurant you visited, it would be a different restaurant under new ownership. Yes, those “less restrictions" do seem to apply in the United States, but once the doors are open, the problem becomes keeping them open.
These days Republicans and Democrats both say they want to fight for the small business owner, but their main fight seems to be how to fund two wars and raise the debt ceiling—so as a business owner, I don’t have much faith in either party.
I guess it’s nice to know anyone with a good idea and a little cash can start a hot dog or pizza business or a home-based business repairing cars in their garage—even a daycare business is possible in America with not much funds.
The problem with America is maintaining profitability and that’s tough. With unemployment higher than ever (I love the way those propaganda politicians say it’s falling because it’s not), small business in America is not on the rise—it’s drowning fast.
Thanks to the OECD (I guess) for making things even bleaker or perhaps after plowing through the nifty charts and graphs, things just seem more depressing than ever.
I guess what I’m really trying to say here is let’s stop with the charts and graphs already. The small American business owner doesn’t want to know they can get money easier if they start a business in Israel. They don’t want to move their entrepreneurial dreams to Canada with hopes of avoiding a bankruptcy.
What we do want is America to fix itself, stop the political battles and get something done for a change. And that, my friends, isn’t likely to happen any time soon. Maybe we need another Great Depression? At least the whole family could eat at the same table after standing in soup kitchen lines. And that would be progress—no iPhones, no texting, no video games, no computers. Wow, we all would actually have to talk to each other. Now there’s a concept.