The demise of journalism-as-we’ve-known-it means we needn’t suffer having the world explained to us by liberal arts majors who can’t read a balance sheet, are allergic to science and math, have little familiarity with economics and finance, are clueless about wealth creation, and demonstrate a cartoon understanding of history.

Good riddance. Freedom is hard work, and it’s high time we learn to do for ourselves what the Fourth Estate will no longer do for us — if, in fact, it ever did.

As for the economy, nothing changes. My grandfather weathered a real Depression in the 30′s. I entered the job market in the less harrowing but stag-flationary, running-out-of-everything 70′s. Like today’s young people, we were told we wouldn’t enjoy the living standards of our parents.

The boundless creativity and energy of this nation’s workforce has always swept the doomsayers aside in favor of a brighter future. Provided our decadent, parasitical so-called leadership classes haven’t hobbled us too much with debt and soft tyranny, I’d wager on us coming through today’s turbulence just fine.

Today I give thanks for (among many, many blessings) the tools given to us by the Founders, tools which have demonstrated remarkable resilience for nearly two and a half centuries.

Happy Thanksgiving.