Of course in the case of Zimbabwe's economy "bad" left the station quite some time ago. Back in March I described it as "buggered". Frankly, I was low-balling it; and that was back in those halcyon days when the inflation rate could still be measured in a puny six digits. Since then things have gotten worse. The note above was issued in May, but with inflation rates at 2.2 million percent (officially anyway, it's liable to actually be much higher), that sort of low numbered shit ain't going to cut it.
Thus the unveiling of the 100 billion dollar note.
Which, apparently, isn't enough.
Z$250 000 000 000 to go home? I don't exactly know what he's referring to, but I sure as hell hope he doesn't mean his bus fare.
"Nowadays, for my expenses a day, I need about Z$500 billion," one resident said.
"So Z$100 billion can't do anything because for me to go home I need Z$250 billion, so this [note] is worthless."
Anyone else remember those Alas Smith and Jones sketches in some hyper-inflation-riddled Banana Republic? Cabbies with meters a metre long to fit in all the extra digits? Darts players scoring one hundred and eighty million million million million million million? That shit is happening now (well, not the darts bit); inflation has reached such ludicrous proportions that the numbers involved are causing data handling issues. It's pretty much a cluster-fuck. Worse, even. There needs to be a phrase for the situation in which you realise you're looking back at the cluster-fucks you've been previously involved in with tearful nostalgia. Fuckpocalypse?
Alternatively, for the quick version, you could just look here.