Letters: Rackets & the known unknown
The wonder is that more Americans are not ticked off about the state of our country.
THE WONDER is that more Americans are not ticked off about the state of our country than whatever is happening 10,000 miles away.
For instance, how come the U.S. Department of Justice is not as avid to prosecute the pervasive racketeering in the U.S. economy as the State Department is for provoking unnecessary wars in foreign lands on the other side of the planet, over matters that have little bearing on life here? This racketeering, by the way, amounts to a war against American citizens.
I'm speaking especially of the U.S. military racket, the banking and finance rackets, the health-care racket and the college-loan racket, all of which have evolved insidiously and elegantly to swindle the public in order to support a claque of American oligarchs.
In other civilized lands, health care and college are considered the highest-priority public goods (i.e., responsibilities of government), and national resources are applied to support them under the theory that bankrupting people for an appendectomy or a bachelor's degree in electrical engineering is not in the public interest. In our land, that would be considered "socialism."
Instead, we "socialize" the costs of supporting Too Big To Fail banks - so that their employees can drive Beemers to their Hamptons summer-house parties - and a military machine that goes around the world wrecking one country after another to support a parasitical class of contractors, lobbyists and bought-off politicians in their northern Virginia McMansions.
Hence, the laughable conceit pinging through the news media lately that some dynastic grifter, like Jeb Bush or Hillary Clinton, will slide into the White House in 2016 as easily as a watermelon seed popped into a shot glass. I don't think it's going to work out that way. The U.S. political system needs to be turned upside down and inside out, and I expect that it will be. Either it happens within the bounds of electoral politics, or you'll see it playing out in the streets and the windswept plains.
Just a glance around the U.S. these days ought to nauseate the casual observer. We have an infrastructure for everyday life that is failing in every way imaginable. Are you disturbed by the asteroid belts of vacant strip malls outside your town? Or the empty store fronts along your Main Street? What do you suppose these places will be like in 10 years, when the mirage of shale oil dissolves in a mist of disappointment and political grievance?
How are Americans going to feel, do you suppose, when gasoline just isn't there at a price they can pay, and they are marooned in delaminating, strand-board-and-vinyl houses 23 miles away from anything? Does the sheer immersive ugliness of the human imprint on the American landscape not give you the shivers?
Look at the pathetic and disgusting appearance of our cities, which for the most part present themselves as demolition-derby arenas or war zones - except the strongholds of the red-white-and-blue oligarchs: Washington, San Francisco and, especially, New York: Financialization Central.
What happens at the "magic moment" when Facebook stops being a narcissistic virtual playground for selfies and becomes a bulletin board for political revolution? Think that can't happen here? And what if that revolution is a kind that doesn't appeal to you - say, a revolution of race hatred, or fascist zealotry, or Marxist gangsterism of the type that took Russia hostage for 70 years?
All this is happening, incidentally, because the supposed best minds in our nation are paying no attention whatsoever to the most important story of our lifetime: the winding down of the techno-industrial global economy. It doesn't really matter anymore why they don't get it. Hubris? Greed? Distraction? Denial? All that matters is that they can't be depended on, and when that happens authority loses legitimacy. And when it comes to that, all bets are off.
The disintegration of Ukraine would be best understood by Americans as a mirror of ourselves and our sclerotic republic, poised to sink into poverty and disorder. Everything we do and say rings hollow now. What used to be called The Establishment has run out of ways to even pretend to save itself. We have no idea what's next, but it's not going to be more of what's been.