Go ahead. Look at the barrel. The barrel is empty. The barrel is rotten. But it wasn’t always so. Look at it again. There was a time when the barrel was full of beautiful, luscious, sweet and tart apples. Yes, once. In fact, there was probably a moment where apples were consumed and the barrels were cleaned and all was renewed and all was good. It didn’t matter if sometimes there were more tart than sweet apples. Nor did it matter if sometimes there were way too many sweet apples. Everything was super-duper, double okay. There was a time where barrels of apples were as beautiful and aplenty as the idear behind free markets.
Indeed, there was once a market for barrels of apples. It was a dynamic market. But one day something happened. Yes, Centralized happened. It was as though an invisible hand (Adam Smith?) reached in and changed the market. This caused there to be something akin to tides where tides need not be. Being unnatural, inorganic, something out of nothing, barrels of apples (a natural resource that costs nothing to grow unless you decide to grow too many of them) ceased to be aplenty.
One day a pristine barrel of apples was discovered by a new generation. True to human form, the barrel was hoarded for fear of the consequences of leaving such a precious thing to the whims of supply and demand, that which Das Volk believed in but also that which Centralized could not afford to tolerate. In order to maintain control, the heads of Centralized applied trickery that a dumb-downed constituency would never see thru. Fiat barrels of apples were suddenly everywhere. And Das Volk worshipped its new demigods who controlled (red herring?) fractional banking. There were even Volk who could have more than one barrel of apples thru the magic of mortgage backed securities. (Oh, the prowess of these bankers!) No one gave a second thought to the human apathy, mediocrity and mendacity that was behind all these false barrels of apples. And then the day arrived, true to human form, where there were once fiat barrels aplenty, there was now a margin call.
Pay up, give up or shut up, said Centralized. And Das Volk abided. Sure, they kept what was left of their precious and now sentimental barrels. To this day when they scrape the crud and grime, the residue of what’s left from the rot that they didn’t know was rotten from the inside of those barrels, they still refuse to question anything. They go about their business as if that business is actually their own. Little do they know that history will tell their story differently because it’s obvious that no one wants to rewrite this aspect of it. Not even Centralized cares if it’s retold. For there’s no profit to such telling. Yet it is entertaining to look back at it all as I do. For worstwriter has no sympathy for the dumb-downed. I just laugh at Das Volk as so many of them still scrape the sides of their barrels and gorge themselves on the rot in the name of all that they think is theirs. Praise be to the Deity Fiat, praise be to Centralized.
Today, dear worst-reader, we blog about the 2012 election year and choices at hand. Obviously, I’m not one to wax poetic when it comes to politics, but something compels (me). Wait. Maybe it’s better if I put it like this. Something need be introduced. As though all-things-worst could introduce anything. Hence the (thr)ills of having a blog that no one reads.
The thing I’m concerned about today is the fact that American’t cannot ween itself of all the remaining rot that is inside the luscious barrels of goodness, aka, barrels of apples that represented a time gone and a time never again attainable. That’s right. I have visions — and I used to have them more but they are waning as I age — where hoards of Das Volk, all dressed in grey sweat tops, huge jeans and sneakers with Wal-Mart labels still attached, go about their lives without a thought. Indeed. Ka-ching has been replaced with the approval jingle of a swipe of a credit card.
So here’s a thought for ya. Reading up on Mitt Romney and running across a bit of info about his father got them gerbils running inside that wheel in me head. Romney, a founder of a über-successful private equity investment company, is the son of one of the last CEOs of American Motors. You know, the company that gave us Gremlins and Pacers. The company that lost out when others were bailed out (Chrysler, GM). Now get this. What do you think George Romney could have passed on to his son Mitt from the vast experience of competing, not so much with the then Big Three car makers that were awaiting AM’s demise, but the rotting barrel of apple culture that was/is American’t? Well, here’s worst-writer’s o-pine-yun on that.
George Romney, in the days where he knew American Motors was doomed, must have said at one time or other to an impressionable Mitt, sometime in the late 60s or early 70s, the following: You cannot beat the system. And because of who we are you will not be able to be part of it. Not only will the emerging centralized economy rule and control everything but you will also never be able to get around the only way to make profits in America if you decide to go into business. America has lost its competitive advantage. In a centralized economy, without an advantage, a business can survive only by controlling costs. Period. Since the only way to control costs is if a business’s main activities are about the process of reducing labor expenditures to zero, the centralized economy will have to move its labor abroad. Now, my dear son, here’s what you do based on what you’re old man experienced when there were four American car companies. While the centralized economy is moving all labor abroad, that means there will be a swath of businesses on the economic brink because they think they can beat ‘em. They believe if they just hone in, focus, American’s will buy American (or something like that). Again, my young whipper-snapper, how do you make money in a centralized economy? That’s right. Very good. Get rid of the workers. Now. Go out there, see the world, do what our church requires, and then come back and by that time we’ll start something called a private equity company. You can buy up all the business that can’t compete against the centralized economy and sell off their assets. We’ll make billions. Maybe then they (Centralized) will accept us for who we (really) are. Are you ready, junior? That’s my boy.
Rant on. -tgs-
PS centralized=controlled. I think. ;-)