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Monday, February 1, 2010

The Jive Economy


     What started out as a case of The Emperor's New Clothes now has America looking like the world's biggest nudist colony, with everyone in the long chain of power and authority admiring each other's splendid new (imagined) pimp suits. George W. Bush (remember him?) wasn't kidding when he discounted the function of objective reality in our national life, saying, "we make our own reality." This apparently hasn't changed much with a new chief at the top.
     A nice example popped up last week with the GDP (Gross Domestic Product) index for the fourth quarter of 2009. The equation affects to measure the growth in economic activity and this particular release imputed that the US economy had expanded at an annualized rate of 5.7 percent. Wow, impressive! We must be digging a new Panama Canal or something.
     It turned out to be based largely on some jive about inventory "investments" -- meaning, I guess, that the Ronco Corporation has laid in 1.7 million Dial-O-Matic food slicers and Showtime Rotisseries in the expectation that American stock market investors will enter 2010 creaming off their mutual fund profits to spend wildly on every infomercial prompt beamed at them over the graveyard shift at Fox News.
     Memo to nation: we're not really growing, we're shrinking. Is this necessarily a bad thing? I dunno.  Unlike, say, the stockholders of Toll Brothers I'm not so sure that "housing starts" represents my idea of a healthy economy -- since it really means we're destroying every cornfield and cow pasture left outside our cities, which will play havoc with our national life when the reality of our Wile E. Coyote agribusiness fiasco starts to hit home and we discover what cornfields and cow pastures were really all about in the first place. 
     Likewise, the standard processors of news media go orgasmic when they announce car sales figures of 11 million units annualized, or something like that. Isn't that wonderful: more cars on the San Diego Freeway and the Cross Bronx Expressway. Ever larger parking requirements for the new WalMart. More trips-per-household to buy milk and Fruit Loops. Do you really think that more suburban sprawl makes this a better nation? When our soldiers bleed out in the sands of Central Asia, will their last thoughts be of the curb cut between the Best Buy and the Burger King?
     By the way, it is established fact that the GDP figure benefits from increases in medical services, meaning that the more obese, diabetic, two-pack-a-day cigarette smokers this country produces, the better off our economy is assumed to be. Bring on the Little Debbie Snack Cakes! Let's turn up the dial on hospital admissions!
    But as I said, our economy is not really expanding, it's contracting -- and pretty swiftly. The question is how will we manage this contraction and what kind of nation do we become as this occurs.
     For the moment, we are a nation committed to sustaining the unsustainable, and because this is the case we invite grievous political mischief as it becomes ever more obvious that the populace is being swindled -- and the populace becomes ever more ticked off about it. Thus, you get the Tea Bagger movement, and things like it, where the disenfranchised meld legitimate complaints with fantasies and conspiracy theories, and produce an incoherent agenda based on ideas like "keeping the government out of Medicare!" One can easily see a movement like this ramping up into full-bore corn-pone Naziism -- and for a nice dramatic enactment of such a scenario I recommend my new three-act stage play Big Slide, which we've posted over at the podcast.
     The Republican resurgence now underway -- or imagined to be, I'm not really sure -- casts photogenic clods like Massachusetts's new senator Scott Brown as heralds of a new free market Golden Age, in which WalMart will profitably manage every moment of daily life from grocery shopping to banking to medical care to the mortuary (and perhaps even war).  Little thought has been allotted to exactly what the role of citizens might be in such a nirvana. I suppose we'd become an endless chain of $8-an-hour "greeter associates" -- which is at least a step above being a national feedlot of polled Herefords. But I wouldn't want to be mistaken as a shill for the Democratic party, either, since the Obama team has opted for creating its own reality as much as its predecessor bunch did. The result will certainly be the election of countless maniacs to congress this fall, especially of the theocratic-despotic brand -- creationists, alien abductees, economics professors from bible colleges, Sunbelt war hawks, Lyndon LaRouche acolytes, Nativists, Palinites, crusaders against the New World Order, anti-Bilderbergers... the whole appalling menu of thought-disorder cases now roiling in the breakdown lane of American history.
     They are our future, these yeast people and mudskippers, because the intelligent minority of this nation lacks the one thing that animates intelligence in the service of reality, and that is the courage to tell the truth. I suppose this is what galls so many former Obama boosters: that the "hope" vested in him would be enacted in truth-telling, which would lead to "change" in the choices we make about doing things. What we ended up with seems to be something like a false champion with a good line of talk. Mr. Obama may yet be pushed into a recognition of the reality he did not personally create, and this may occur as the US economy heads much more drastically south in the months ahead. Something similar might have been the case for Mr. Lincoln.  He might have coasted along through 1861 trying to sweet-talk Dixie -- but the South Carolinians went apeshit on him from the get-go, and then there was no turning back from the ensuing conflagration.
     More probably, we'll be dragged kicking and screaming into an epochal contraction of economy, something the industrial world hasn't really seen before, something more severe even than the Great Depression we never stop chattering about (as though it was like The Hundred Years War). Instead of preparing for it intelligently by doing things like promoting small scale local farming, local networks of commerce, and rebuilt railroads (things, incidentally, which are within the powers of government to promote) we'll squander our dwindling capital and political resources fighting over the table scraps of the twentieth century. Life is tragic, history is merciless, and societies don't always make good collective choices. Visit Big Slide for a taste of what might be coming.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

And now, a word from Marcus



"Your mind will take on the character of your most frequent thoughts:  souls are dyed by thoughts.  So dye your own with a succession of thoughts like these.  For example:  where life can be lived, so can a good life."  --Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Sunday, January 10, 2010

And now, a word from Marcus



"You are a soul carrying a corpse, as Epictetus used to say." -- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Deep South, Deep Freeze



Many consecutive days of below-freezing weather here in south Mississippi.  Not used to it.  Inch-thick ice on the dog's water trough and the creek each morning.  Deer are on the move, many tracks at the back of our property.  The goldfinches have not yet arrived, and I wonder if they will this year; though they are erratic and hard to predict in their movements.  But even the local avian fauna are laying low, conserving heat, I imagine.

Set out another Ouachita thornless blackberry last week, and have one more to go, once the weather warms back up again, as I don't want the roots to freeze solid after I plant it and water it.  Next I need 1 more turkey fig, to go with the two I got last year; 1 more Jackson pecan, to go with the two from last year; two more cypresses; and 1 Jap red maple.  That'll do my plantings for the year, unless I play around with sunflowers or corn in odd corners of the yard.  The latter will do for chicken feed.  The poultry yard is nearly complete.  I hope to have it completely ready for birds come April.

I am nearly finished with my silver buying for the year.  I honestly cannot afford to get much more.  Silver is fast approaching $20 an ounce (outperforming gold!), effectively pricing me out, for the most part.  I still find silver dimes in change at work, and I always know I'm gonna have a good day when I find a silver dime in the mornings.  I have a roll of fifty now, and at $1.50 melt value per coin, that's $75!  But now that I am easing on my personal silver buys, I am putting away a roll of nickels each week.  They are actually worth five cents melt value now, and will likely continue to increase in value.  JWR makes a good case for stashing nickel rolls over in SurvivalBlog.

My brother gave me a hawking vest and a hawk call (made of deer antler) for Christmas.  What a wonderful thing to do.  I have been practicing with the call, and am beginning to sound somewhat like a buteo.  Tax time is coming, and I hope to add a set of digital scales to my hawking gear, bringing me that much closer to my goal of working with a hawk.  I have decided to look into keeping quail (coturnix or bobwhite) as a side hobby, which will afford a ready food supply for my raptor, and bridge my limited knowledge of both keeping poultry and working with a hawk.

The flower buds are swelling on the Japanese magnolias in our yard, a reminder that winter is not forever.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

And now, a word from Marcus


"...remember this retreat into your own little territory within yourself.  Above all, no agonies, no tensions.  Be your own master, and look at things as a man, as a human being, as a citizen, as a mortal creature.  And here are two of the most immediately useful thoughts you will dip into.  First, that things cannot touch the mind:  they are external and inert; anxieties can only come from your internal judgement.  Second, that all these things you see will change almost as you look at them, and then will be no more.  Constantly bring to mind all that you yourself have already seen changed.  The universe is change:  life is judgement."

 -- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Ebay Auction of the Moment

http://cgi.ebay.com/1964-P-Silver-BU-Kennedy-Half-Dollar-81352_W0QQitemZ280439303592QQcmdZviewItemQQptZCoins_US_Individual?hash=item414b7c2da8

Note that this auction is for a Kennedy half dollar minted in 1964, the last year for 90% silver coins issued by the U.S. Mint for general circulation.  At $10 plus $1.95 shipping, this is well above the current melt value of $6.  Melt value, though, does not take into account factors including the coin grade, and I imagine the mint state of the coin here would drive the value higher.  Regardless, as a comment I recently read about gold said (paraphrasing):  "Regardless of the dollar value, the weight stays the same."  You will have 12.5 grams of silver, essentially gaining that in trade for what is in reality worthless "funny money" printed by the shadow banks of the Federal Reserve.  I for one will take the silver, any old day.

Happy New Year!




To all friends of and sojourners at The Gable Grey:  may 2010 be a joyous and prosperous year for you and yours!  I look forward to your company in the months ahead!
Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"