Inflation Fears Grip Land Like the Serpent Jormungandr! Will We Survive?

The Allfather's Grip on Our Coin!

By Odin's beard these are troubling times! Word has reached even my longhouse that the people are growing restless their purses feeling lighter than a shield made of straw. This 'inflation,' as the learned men call it is tightening its grip like the serpent Jormungandr on Midgard. They say prices will rise that a loaf of bread will cost more than a raid on a small village! Blasphemy I say! What is a Viking to do when he cannot afford to fill his belly?

Unemployment: A Warrior Without a Weapon!

And the whispers of unemployment… bah! A warrior without a weapon is a sad sight indeed. These reports claim that many fear losing their livelihoods becoming as useless as a broken axe. It seems even these… 'modern' folk understand the sting of uncertainty. Though I'd wager they wouldn't last a day on a longship in a storm. Still a man must eat and a family must be sheltered. Even Saxons deserve that I suppose… barely.

The Stock Market: A Game for Gods Played by Fools!

The stock market they say is faltering. Hmph. A fool's game if you ask me. Trusting paper promises over the strength of your arm and the sharpness of your steel? I'd rather trust Floki to build a seaworthy ship! These 'experts' claim the market will sink lower than a drowned thrall. Perhaps it's time to invest in… gold? Ah the shiny metal that even the gods crave. Now there's a thought!

Gold: The True Treasure of Valhalla!

Speaking of gold it seems even these land bound folk are catching on. They say the value of gold is expected to rise. Smart move! Unlike fleeting promises and worthless trinkets gold holds its worth a gleaming testament to power and prosperity. Perhaps I should pillage... I mean *invest* more heavily in it myself. A wise Viking always prepares for the long winter economic or otherwise.

Tariffs: A Tax on the Raven's Flight!

This 'Trump' fellow with his talk of 'tariffs'... Sounds like a tax on the very wind that fills our sails! They say it's meant to protect their own but I suspect it will only lead to more squabbling and empty coffers. It reminds me of the time I tried to tax the seabirds. Needless to say they did not comply. Even the seagulls know when they're being swindled!

Attend the Trading Floor? NOT!

They want you to go to an event! At the New York Stock Exchange?!? This sounds more like a Saxon trap than a Viking feast. What do I care for experts on a trading floor? Give me the crash of steel the salt spray on my face and the thrill of the raid! That is where true fortunes are made not in some fancy hall filled with men in suits. I will stick to what I know and trust the gods that the future will lead me to new lands to conquer!