DOOM, GLOOM, AND FINANCIAL COLLAPSE

I recently watched part of a documentary on "The Collapse of America."
It started with scenes of vacant industrial buildings, barbed wire fences, and broken down homes. The music was morbid - a funeral theme.
Soon, a man in khakis and a white button-up sat alone at the kitchen table pouring milk over generic Rice Krispies.
As I watched him going through his day, throwing on his jacket and kissing his wife as he walked out the door, driving to work, and sitting at his desk, a voice-over came...