In his book, Helter-Skelter, the prosecutor in the Charles Manson "family" murders, Vincent Bugliosi, recall the insane metaphysics that drove some drug-crazed and lost California kids to begin committing some of the most gruesome and notorious murders in American history.
Bugliosi borrowed the title from a Beatles' song that appears on an album released without cover art or a title, and that has come to be known as "The White Album." The song itself is also famous for a claim that it is the first ever use of harmonic "feedback" sound, intentionally, as part of music.
But Bugliosi's book (novel?) captures, perhaps inadvertently, his readers with a far more insidious and nefarious grand design scheme, something that he borrows from the twisted mind of none other than Charles Manson himself. The term "Helter-Skelter" was to describe an apocalyptic, eschatological war. But not just any war -- a war over resources or borders, for example -- but a race war. And that thought caught on in the 1960's and continued through the demographic changes America is experiencing to this day.
But it has been, at least thus far, a cold war. A "cold" Helter-Skelter -- where battles are pitched not in massive numbers of troops and movements, but in small skirmishes, using proxies, much like the United States and the Soviet Union waged (or perhaps, continue to wage) for years in their own Cold War. And it is deeply ideological.
Make no mistake about it, Charles Manson was crazy. But he may have been on to something, at least in the sense of ideological forces, money and power forming alliances and struggling to mold society each in their own way. This war, at least, seems far more interesting than one that is openly and actually violent.
So who are our warring powers today? Well, clearly, there is an effort underway by the extraordinarily wealthy to preserve that wealth. The past 30 years has seen the consolidation of the super wealthy on a massive scale. Part of it is the consolidation, through mergers and acquisitions, of many corporations in America that once operated independently.
When aligned under the same ownership, they all began singing the same tune. They all began serving the same master. This became ultimately apparent when the media companies began being acquired by industry. Then came the wars, and President Eisenhower's farewell address flickered across once-dead black-and-white television screens again, although this time lost in the recesses of You Tube.
The military-industrial-media complex was just one arm of the extraordinarily wealthy to serve a unified ends -- the ends of their owners. Only now the owners owned all of them, up and down the supply chain, and across different industries. There are, undoubtedly, other arms as well. The prison building industry and some of the entertainment industries play an equally important, and far more subtle, role in the goals of the super wealthy.
And what are their goals? That's easy. To continue to consolidate and preserve that wealth, and to keep the pieces in place necessary to continue amalgamating more wealth. And where is this "more wealth" to come from? Well, it can only really come from the public sector, or the Middle and Lower Class can be squeezed even further to get more from them.
We have seen the attack on government waged in vitriolic, banshee-screaming tones. Foot soldiers have somehow perceived that the government, the only entity able to stand up to the uber-wealthy, is somehow taking something from them, and so it is declared the enemy. There is little to offer them but pity. And much of it.
And what the Middle and Lower class are all tapped out? What then can you take from them, squeeze out of them further? Well, that's an easy one as well. All men have labor, John Locke chimes in. So you make them work more and harder and for less. And, in this way, you can squeeze even more wealth out of those who really have little to none.
And so you use the military-industrial-media complex, and you use the entertainment industry, to get as much labor out of them as possible. And you hone all of these things for that one goal. Now the drums of war are beating again. Now (again) we have the greatest threat ever to walk the Earth looming over the homeland. We are worried we "may get hit again." Eerily, the workers fall into line. "
Tell me, tell me. tell me the answer . . . "
Over and against the extraordinarily wealthy, there is another movement. It is a reaction to the massive amalgamation of wealth taking place. But it is divided, still searching for its compass. It is parts of the U.S. Middle Class and Lower Class trying to unite ideologically to counter their extraordinary dispossession at the hands of the uber-wealthy. It largely comes in the form of a reactionary, Rightist, militia-type mobilization, with the "Don't Tread of Me" flags reappearing.
But its attention is diverted from the uber-wealthy to the scapegoat they have erected to deflect attention. So this reactionary movement of the common man becomes an anti-government orgy. The anger that would normally be reserved and directed at those who took from them is instead focused on a non-sentient administration of society's goods and needs. Ironically, it may be the only thing that could counter the uber-wealthy. But they have that cut off as well.
And this movement of the common man pitches back and forth, struggling internally to understand who is its enemy. "Do you know the enemy?" is the Green Day song so appropos. It has formed into "Patriot" groups and Tea Party organizations. But it still can't seem to get clear in its mind who it is standing over it. Like the primitive beast, it holds the sides of its heads and moans. The noise is too loud to focus. The diversion is complete. The uber-wealthy are safe.
For now.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
A Farewell to Protesting
Let's interview Lao Tsu, author (in case you didn't know) of The Art of War. Let's ask him about this business going on in Ferguson and in Gaza. Let's get to the bottom of this and, more importantly, try to judge and determine its effectiveness.
So a repressed group of people -- repressed economically, restrained physically and geographically, and with a long history of being murdered by "police" or "defense" forces with no due process result, decide they have had enough.
But stop right there. They have actually had enough for decades, if not centuries, by now. So what is this "enough" that they have had now? Why now?
How did things get so bad that they reached this boiling point -- when emotions overtake cool and calculated reason, and the repressed begins destroying the only little bit that they have as resources, and which would otherwise be used against the oppressor.
And the idea would be that you use what little resources you have to assemble and consolidate a power base. Get Friedrich Nietzche on the phone. Page Niccolo Machiavelli. You begin to gather strength through internal networking, generating economic power the old fashioned way -- you work and you work hard. And don't forget education. Then you begin to enter politics.
This isn't a new recipe. It is time-tested. And you organize your community to then use laws to protect yourselves, instead of going out in the street and breaking the laws that the oppressor has already set up to confine you.
But the most important thing is cooperation. If you don't have that, all is lost.
So let's go back to Lao Tsu. What does marching around in the streets, breaking stuff, and throwing things accomplish? Is there some value to a physical threat? Or does that simply extract concessions in the short term that soon dissipate and leave the same status quo.
In fact, wouldn't that be the best way for the oppressor to keep the oppressed in their place? Let them blow up every once in a while, but slowly keep moving the walls in on them, a la Gaza. In that sense, protesting is actually destructive to the real cause, to real change.
Let us bid a farewell to protesting.
So a repressed group of people -- repressed economically, restrained physically and geographically, and with a long history of being murdered by "police" or "defense" forces with no due process result, decide they have had enough.
But stop right there. They have actually had enough for decades, if not centuries, by now. So what is this "enough" that they have had now? Why now?
How did things get so bad that they reached this boiling point -- when emotions overtake cool and calculated reason, and the repressed begins destroying the only little bit that they have as resources, and which would otherwise be used against the oppressor.
And the idea would be that you use what little resources you have to assemble and consolidate a power base. Get Friedrich Nietzche on the phone. Page Niccolo Machiavelli. You begin to gather strength through internal networking, generating economic power the old fashioned way -- you work and you work hard. And don't forget education. Then you begin to enter politics.
This isn't a new recipe. It is time-tested. And you organize your community to then use laws to protect yourselves, instead of going out in the street and breaking the laws that the oppressor has already set up to confine you.
But the most important thing is cooperation. If you don't have that, all is lost.
So let's go back to Lao Tsu. What does marching around in the streets, breaking stuff, and throwing things accomplish? Is there some value to a physical threat? Or does that simply extract concessions in the short term that soon dissipate and leave the same status quo.
In fact, wouldn't that be the best way for the oppressor to keep the oppressed in their place? Let them blow up every once in a while, but slowly keep moving the walls in on them, a la Gaza. In that sense, protesting is actually destructive to the real cause, to real change.
Let us bid a farewell to protesting.
Old South and New North (or "How High is the Water, Ma?")
To those in the South, the North is still the hated oppressor.
The Northern States are almost uniformly Blue States, as opposed to the Backbone of the old Confederacy now shining Red States. The North, filled with its folksy funny, mealy-mouthed people like Garrison Keillor, and his not-quite-extremist enough humble Christianity. And, oh my God, don't forget Michael Moore, Drew Carey and (wince) Barack Obama.
New York you can forget about. It is hated and immoral. And Boston? Loathed. Chicago, which is actually a very beautiful city, better than anything the South could offer (with the possible exception of New Orleans or Miami (but the latter isn't really a "Southern City" anyways)), yet she is hated down South.
The greatest Presidents this land could produce, from Lincoln to the Roosevelts, of course are looked upon as dangerous, even as they moulder in their graves. The North will forever have its shadow upon the South, just as the old Stars and Bars still shadow the sides of some Southern State Flags.
And, truth be told, other than the obvious moral questions (slavery), I never held any geographic affinity for the North, or even really took sides with the North in the Civil War (or, as Southerners like to call it, the "War Between the States"). The industrialized, busying, feverish, factory wasteland North? No sir, not me. Wage slaves as far as the eye can see? Nope. Keep on walking.
That is, until you go there. Then you will begin to see a dissonance of perceptions and reality. At least when you get out of the big cities. The "unionized" North, with its Democratic establishment governments and mayorships, the hordes of factory workers and virtual Socialists, suddenly give way to what the South, if her "politicians" could ever come close to putting their money where their mouth is, should aspire to.
There, I said it.
Walk down the street in a Northern town. You will be amazed. Where in the South you would be dodging trash in the street, graffiti on the sides of bridges and in the streets, and where you have to check your back, you see clean streets and a busy, but determined people.
Down South, go to a gasoline station on the highway, and you are likely overcome by tattoos, motorcycles with an air-gas mix far too gone on the air side, usually in gangs, loud and badly dated rock and roll music, and an attitude of a group of people that have become horribly desperate.
It is the New South -- wage slaves, impoverished by Mega-Churches blaring from every corner, good ol' old-time racism, and the fear and near-worship of Big Corporate because "they bring jobs." And the "jobs" are only barely subsistence living. The result is too many rats in one hole scratching for what little there is, and it isn't even enough.
"Right-to-Work" laws and the massive, overwhelming destruction of the people's environment to try to attract Big Business and Big Oil and Big Banking and Big Insurance. Take whatever they ask for, because they offer a little money. Tear down the house for a little food for now.
"How high is the water, Ma?"
"Three feet high, and rising."
The Northern States are almost uniformly Blue States, as opposed to the Backbone of the old Confederacy now shining Red States. The North, filled with its folksy funny, mealy-mouthed people like Garrison Keillor, and his not-quite-extremist enough humble Christianity. And, oh my God, don't forget Michael Moore, Drew Carey and (wince) Barack Obama.
New York you can forget about. It is hated and immoral. And Boston? Loathed. Chicago, which is actually a very beautiful city, better than anything the South could offer (with the possible exception of New Orleans or Miami (but the latter isn't really a "Southern City" anyways)), yet she is hated down South.
The greatest Presidents this land could produce, from Lincoln to the Roosevelts, of course are looked upon as dangerous, even as they moulder in their graves. The North will forever have its shadow upon the South, just as the old Stars and Bars still shadow the sides of some Southern State Flags.
And, truth be told, other than the obvious moral questions (slavery), I never held any geographic affinity for the North, or even really took sides with the North in the Civil War (or, as Southerners like to call it, the "War Between the States"). The industrialized, busying, feverish, factory wasteland North? No sir, not me. Wage slaves as far as the eye can see? Nope. Keep on walking.
That is, until you go there. Then you will begin to see a dissonance of perceptions and reality. At least when you get out of the big cities. The "unionized" North, with its Democratic establishment governments and mayorships, the hordes of factory workers and virtual Socialists, suddenly give way to what the South, if her "politicians" could ever come close to putting their money where their mouth is, should aspire to.
There, I said it.
Walk down the street in a Northern town. You will be amazed. Where in the South you would be dodging trash in the street, graffiti on the sides of bridges and in the streets, and where you have to check your back, you see clean streets and a busy, but determined people.
Down South, go to a gasoline station on the highway, and you are likely overcome by tattoos, motorcycles with an air-gas mix far too gone on the air side, usually in gangs, loud and badly dated rock and roll music, and an attitude of a group of people that have become horribly desperate.
It is the New South -- wage slaves, impoverished by Mega-Churches blaring from every corner, good ol' old-time racism, and the fear and near-worship of Big Corporate because "they bring jobs." And the "jobs" are only barely subsistence living. The result is too many rats in one hole scratching for what little there is, and it isn't even enough.
"Right-to-Work" laws and the massive, overwhelming destruction of the people's environment to try to attract Big Business and Big Oil and Big Banking and Big Insurance. Take whatever they ask for, because they offer a little money. Tear down the house for a little food for now.
"How high is the water, Ma?"
"Three feet high, and rising."
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Governments, Technology, and Revolution
You are alive in 2014. And that's so much better than 1914. All that disease eradicated. A standard of living so high, that even if its stagnated, it'll take 500 years for some countries to catch up. A constant, reliable supply of food and medicine. And oh, the technology. Skyping with your pants off while your significant other rambles on in Dickensian fashion on Facebook. Curved TV's. GPS collars on Chihuahuas. And don't forget that gadget keeping track of your caloric outflow as you jog by that gaudy bitch's $3.4 million Tudor-style house.
But alas, as great as you think you have it, you are eternally fucked. The advancement we all believe has infinitely improved our drab existence, has in reality guaranteed you will never matter again. And if you and your brethren ever try to become relevant again in any significant economic or political fashion, you will be vaporized. And it'll only get worse.
For all the benefits technology has granted you, it has granted the ruling elite exponentially more power and advantages. And they knew they needed such advantages. The ruling elites are one of the exceptional few groups who are aware that history repeats itself. And they have taken steps to ensure that any detrimental Guillotinesque repeats never happen again to them.
I am reminded of a quote from my favorite Pixar film of all, "A Bug's Life". After the subservient ants failed to deliver their fresh crops to the ruling elites - the grasshoppers - a low ranking grasshopper in the midst of intense debauchery questions his leader's desire to go back and scare the ants again, in order to keep them in line. The leader responds, "Those ants outnumber us 100 to 1. If they ever figure that out, our way of life is over!"
Throughout history, whenever the ants realized they outnumbered the grasshoppers 100-1, or 1,000 to 1, revolution ensued. Rapid violent change occurred. Dynasties rose out of the ashes, as others lay hanging in the gallows of history. But not anymore. Technology has put the final nail in the coffin of any future revolutionary aspirations that ants may entertain. For starters, the weapons advantage that Governments enjoy relative to the weaponry of the proletariat is now larger than at any point in history, with all due respect to Mr. Kubrick and the opening salvo of "2001: A Space Odyssey". Whereas fiery catapults and daggers once gave the charging masses a fighting chance vs cannons and crossbows, todays pissed off ants have no such chance of success. The weapons technology gap is now too wide. Coupled with surveillance techniques which now have more storage capacity (by far) than all the knowledge mankind has ever accumulated, and you'd be lucky if you made it to Starbuck's to meet Carlos and discuss a million man cyber-march before DHS whisked you off in a black van.
And this says nothing of the government's ability to change majority consensus via MSM. Perhaps one of the greatest social shifts of all time occurred when society's fiercely negative opinion of Vietnam and its veterans was somehow crafted into unending praise of our war machine. Throw out the first pitch. Sing the National Anthem. Show the country how well you can dance. And all this in less than a generation. All wars are noble. And all its participants are nobility.
So listen up, little man. Your weapons suck. Big Brother knows what you're up to, Winston. And your group of cohorts who show equal ire and disdain for The Powers That Be will soon be chastising you in your absence.
But alas, as great as you think you have it, you are eternally fucked. The advancement we all believe has infinitely improved our drab existence, has in reality guaranteed you will never matter again. And if you and your brethren ever try to become relevant again in any significant economic or political fashion, you will be vaporized. And it'll only get worse.
For all the benefits technology has granted you, it has granted the ruling elite exponentially more power and advantages. And they knew they needed such advantages. The ruling elites are one of the exceptional few groups who are aware that history repeats itself. And they have taken steps to ensure that any detrimental Guillotinesque repeats never happen again to them.
I am reminded of a quote from my favorite Pixar film of all, "A Bug's Life". After the subservient ants failed to deliver their fresh crops to the ruling elites - the grasshoppers - a low ranking grasshopper in the midst of intense debauchery questions his leader's desire to go back and scare the ants again, in order to keep them in line. The leader responds, "Those ants outnumber us 100 to 1. If they ever figure that out, our way of life is over!"
Throughout history, whenever the ants realized they outnumbered the grasshoppers 100-1, or 1,000 to 1, revolution ensued. Rapid violent change occurred. Dynasties rose out of the ashes, as others lay hanging in the gallows of history. But not anymore. Technology has put the final nail in the coffin of any future revolutionary aspirations that ants may entertain. For starters, the weapons advantage that Governments enjoy relative to the weaponry of the proletariat is now larger than at any point in history, with all due respect to Mr. Kubrick and the opening salvo of "2001: A Space Odyssey". Whereas fiery catapults and daggers once gave the charging masses a fighting chance vs cannons and crossbows, todays pissed off ants have no such chance of success. The weapons technology gap is now too wide. Coupled with surveillance techniques which now have more storage capacity (by far) than all the knowledge mankind has ever accumulated, and you'd be lucky if you made it to Starbuck's to meet Carlos and discuss a million man cyber-march before DHS whisked you off in a black van.
And this says nothing of the government's ability to change majority consensus via MSM. Perhaps one of the greatest social shifts of all time occurred when society's fiercely negative opinion of Vietnam and its veterans was somehow crafted into unending praise of our war machine. Throw out the first pitch. Sing the National Anthem. Show the country how well you can dance. And all this in less than a generation. All wars are noble. And all its participants are nobility.
So listen up, little man. Your weapons suck. Big Brother knows what you're up to, Winston. And your group of cohorts who show equal ire and disdain for The Powers That Be will soon be chastising you in your absence.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Everyone's a Clean Up Hitter
I got a friend. I'll call him Barry. Calls once in a blue moon. Bullshits about getting together (for 3 years now). Then silence for 6 months. Repeats the process. I should have figured it out long ago. He's a Clean Up Hitter. He's Babe Ruth. Not Pete Rose. Or at least he's trying to be.
Clean up hitters typically swing for the fences. Or strike out big. That is their job. While America has had their fair share of clean up hitters, for the most part, this country was built by blue-collar folks, singles and doubles hitters. Pete Rose. Steady employment. Bigger and better paying jobs as they reeled in the years. Vacation home on the lake. Pensions like clockwork.
Of course, all that is gone now. No one can create steady, consistent wealth anymore. Recurring expenses today vs recurring expenses in 1970 resembles the 1995 wait list at Jerry Sandusky's Football camp vs the 2012 wait list. We got huge mortgages, increasing property taxes, iPhones for our toddlers, Panameras, Aspen timeshares, LandRovers for the Mrs. Parochial school tuition. Live-in maids. $500 Lacrosse camp fees.
But with real wages stuck at 2000 levels, you're almost as poor as when you chugged a few Milwaukee's Best and capped it off with a couple of $0.59 Chilitos at Taco Bell back in the college days. So you have two choices: Try to build something slowly, while all your expenses continue their boner-like trajectory, or swing for the fences. Try to get rich by sundown. In the meantime, fake it till you make it. Keep going to those Chamber of Commerce meetings. Keep printing those $10 batch of biz cards. Schmooz. Network. Follow-up. Be Persistent. Your expenses certainly are.
Now dig in. Snarl at the pitcher. Squint so you can see the fences. And swing like a lumberjack. Strike one. Thats ok. You miss 100% of the shots you never take.
Strike two. Its ok. Tough times don't last. Tough people do.
Strike three. FFFUUUUUCK!!!! You should have gone to medical school.
Back to Barry. See, he's swinging for the fences. Got no long-term plan. None of us do. Only short-term hopes and aspirations. Thats why he calls me. To see what he can get in on at the last moment. Try to ride someone else's gravy train. Try to get the scoop from me. Thinks he's big shit because he knows some guy on the Board of Directors. "Hey, lets get together for a beer". Only to realize, for whatever reason, he ain't getting the scoop. There is no scoop. He's checking out. He'll call again in 6 months or so, wanting to drink more beer, but really trying to see if he can hit a HR. Little does he know, I'm behind on the count 0-2. Steeeee-Ryke!!!!!
Stick Around -- It Gets Worse (Or "The Hour Late")
"But you and I have been through that,-Bob Dylan, All Along the Watchtower
And that is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now,
For the hour is getting late."
Let us at least be honest with one another. After the Neo-Nazi-Cons defrauded the U.S. into a decade-long Iraqi misadventure -- to the tune of over $2 trillion, according to one Brown University study -- the Middle East is now worse than ever. As if that was even possible. Yet true to their seemingly inimitable ability to tamper in anything -- matched perhaps only by their mastery of wreaking death, destruction and discord, they are back. Yes, they are back.
In 2002, when George W. Bush began hatching the Neocon plan to invade Iraq -- an invasion not just without justification, but without any perceivable national interest at all -- many drowned-out voices pointed out what later became inevitable. Saddam Hussein was installed by the West. You can repeat this fact to most of the flag-waving, chest-beating hoi polloi in America, and they won't even deny it. But somehow it goes immediately down the memory hole. Their brains switch channels back to the Newspeak of the day. Utterances come back attempting some kind of purported justification, but it only makes you shake your head. There is no answer, yet they still attempt one. Mind reversion to radio pilot mode.
And not only was Saddam Hussein installed by the West, he was acting on their orders. He was put there to hold a lid down on all of the ethnic and religious internecine tension that was forestalling the bloodiest most hellish of civil war. It has been that way in the Middle East since time immemorial. And there were never any laws visited upon the place long enough for any secular and national and transnational identity to take root. The institutions were soon undermined by the need to keep the people down and continue to siphon that most precious of natural resources right from beneath their feet.
Couple that with what no American wants to hear and what only few can admit: The West was using the people in that region for a half-century, literally stealing the greatest wealth of natural resources in history, flowing out easily in a black goo, to create a Western Christian, ultra-powerful society. And the Have's in this game were keeping evil dictators in place with a very small share of the wealth and with arms to keep their people face-down. Yes, you read that right. These poor people's own natural resources were being used to put them in the position of the Have-Nots. And they weren't happy about it. Not one bit.
So all of those voices back in 2002, all of those voices telling the Chimp not to invade because there was no interest and no justification were also telling him that there was no end game. Once the lid was lifted, once Pandora's Box was opened, all of the demons and hellish angels dwelling in those ancient ethnic and religious hatreds would be unleashed. There would be the unraveling of what little nations were there. It would be de-evolution of civilization on a cosmic scale.
And it would spread. There would be not just the localized rivalries. There was also the hatred that had been brewing and festering for decades. Those people who had their oil taken from them -- oil that could have made them the Have's, if indeed they were not really the Have's all along. And the wealth transfer that took place from the Middle East to the West was the actual reversing of the roles of the Have's and the Have Not's -- and all by virtue of calculated, ruthless Supremacy and Imperialism of the worst kind.
So let us not talk falsely now. There is no need to make up new acronyms for the latest terrorism bugaboo. You and I have been through that, and that is not our fate. When we look closely, we know. And the hour is, indeed, getting late.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
The Good Old Days
Today, the Wall Street Urinal published an op-ed piece about how the U.S. economy is now the "well-educated barrista economy," apparently mocking the fact that highly-educated Americans have been relegated to becoming coffee-servers to make ends meet.
So the jobs left, and the capital that was flowing from outside the U.S. into it and its workers now flows from outside the U.S. to outside the U.S. There is no longer a cushion of capital flowing into the U.S. and ubiquitously buttressing it as an economy and it as a society.
The U.S. workers went from working for international corporations bringing wealth in to working in jobs within a segregated U.S. economy that simply shift wealth around. There is no longer a positive movement of capital and wealth from outside into the U.S. Jobs like being a "barrista" are the perfect example of this phenomenon.
And the standard of living of the U.S. has collapsed and will continue to do so. If you can pay the same amount of money to workers in India that you can pay to workers in the U.S., those wage structures are going to support only the same standard of living. Everywhere those wage structures exist will come into equilibrium as it pertains to standard of living. No longer is the U.S. as a society and as an economy being buttressed over the Third World. Instead, it has been overtaken.
Worse, these international corporations have the upper hand with the workers. They can sell to the highest bidder for their services and employment. This can mean relaxing regulations, worker safety, and environmental protections. It can also mean that they even get away without paying any taxes.
But the real problem with it all is that Joe Sixpack still can't seem to understand this sad state of affairs. Like the inmates sitting around Randle P. McMurphey, they simply cannot apprehend that they are being dispossessed. Instead, Joe Sixpack rails against the Government. As if it was the Government that somehow decided to subjugate him. Still ignorant to Capital and what it demands, what it has wrested from him. He does the bidding of the international corporations and Capital by attacking the only savior he has -- the Government.
The wage structure of the entire economy has shifted downward since the Great Recession, and young adults trying to start careers and families have been the principal, but hardly the only, victims.All of that to say that you, as an American, are working in a more menial position. You are overqualified for the work that you are having to do simply to feed yourself.
But the "well-educated barrista" economy is simply one that is the result of globalization. No longer are we working for international companies based in the U.S. that develop the Third World and bring wealth from outside the U.S. into it. The capital no longer flows into the country. Instead, those international companies hired workers in South or Southeast Asia to do the same job for less work. They then re-located offshore or became global conglomerates with no real home in -- and no real loyalty to -- the United States.These developments are jarring. For the past generation we've been telling ourselves and our children that demand for higher-order skills is surging and that a college education is the key to the future. But recent research by three Canadian economists calls this proposition into question. Paul Beaudry and David Green of the University of British Columbia and Benjamin Sand of York University document a declining demand for high-skilled workers since 2000. In response, they say, "high-skilled workers have moved down the occupational ladder and have begun to perform jobs traditionally performed by lower-skilled workers, . . . pushing low-skilled workers even further down the occupational ladder and, to some degree, out of the labor force altogether." Well-educated baristas and unemployed high-school graduates are flip-sides of the same phenomenon.
So the jobs left, and the capital that was flowing from outside the U.S. into it and its workers now flows from outside the U.S. to outside the U.S. There is no longer a cushion of capital flowing into the U.S. and ubiquitously buttressing it as an economy and it as a society.
The U.S. workers went from working for international corporations bringing wealth in to working in jobs within a segregated U.S. economy that simply shift wealth around. There is no longer a positive movement of capital and wealth from outside into the U.S. Jobs like being a "barrista" are the perfect example of this phenomenon.
And the standard of living of the U.S. has collapsed and will continue to do so. If you can pay the same amount of money to workers in India that you can pay to workers in the U.S., those wage structures are going to support only the same standard of living. Everywhere those wage structures exist will come into equilibrium as it pertains to standard of living. No longer is the U.S. as a society and as an economy being buttressed over the Third World. Instead, it has been overtaken.
Worse, these international corporations have the upper hand with the workers. They can sell to the highest bidder for their services and employment. This can mean relaxing regulations, worker safety, and environmental protections. It can also mean that they even get away without paying any taxes.
But the real problem with it all is that Joe Sixpack still can't seem to understand this sad state of affairs. Like the inmates sitting around Randle P. McMurphey, they simply cannot apprehend that they are being dispossessed. Instead, Joe Sixpack rails against the Government. As if it was the Government that somehow decided to subjugate him. Still ignorant to Capital and what it demands, what it has wrested from him. He does the bidding of the international corporations and Capital by attacking the only savior he has -- the Government.
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