This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It seems the cruelest cut in this long travail of tears and time, we should lose all of our best comedians to Wall Street. The echoes still ring in our ears. “Trump! Trump! Trump! He’s going to cut our taxes and get rid of big government. He’s going to reduce wasteful government spending and give away’s to little children who don’t even have a job! He’s going to make us strong and brave!”

Then markets begin to meltdown like a cheese sandwich left in the sun. Trillions of dollars wiped off the board. World in panic. Like a tennis match back and forth just watching the wealth leak away. When Wall Street shows its true colors. Do away with USAID! Do away with the Department of Education! Do away with FEMA! Do away with NOAA. All great Ideas! But do you know what Wall Street suggests today? A government bail out! Screw the world but save us!

Wall Street suggests in the wake of their own financial lunacy a stimulus package maybe necessary. Stop! It was just 72 hours ago, Republicans voted to cut taxes for the wealthiest of the wealthy, but that’s not stimulating enough? The left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is stealing? We elected Trump, yeah! And now, he’s fucked everything up! Now, big government must save us!

Screw those little people in the Southeast with their floods and tornadoes. Screw the farmers waiting on long overdue checks from Uncle Sucker. Screw the hungry school children waiting for lunch. No more big government programs! Until I need one, Help! Help! Rescue me! I need one. Brother that’s comedy! You just couldn’t do it any better. When times are good, they profit. And when times turn bad because of their own stupid decisions, they run to the government and scream. Rescue me! When their own fiscal philosophy says that is exactly the wrong course.

Under their fiscal Darwinism companies and industries run by knuckleheads quickly fade away. (See: Tesla) Giving rise to more innovative and wiser leadership. They propose harsh medicine for you and quick assistance for them. But Old Mother Hubbard went to the White House to get her poor Wall Street a bone. But when she got there, the lights were off, and no one was home. The fuck up squad was dispatched to the four winds and the King is off playing golf. Doing quite well actually. They are letting him win by two strokes.

Somewhere on Golf Course One. The King strokes his balls leisurely. Can’t be bothered with a pesky financial crisis. Can’t you see he’s playing golf! He’ll be back on Sunday!

Like a petulant child if you tell the King his path is wrong, he will soon double down. So, the King cries, “Stay the course! The economy is about to boom!” Who remembers Herbert Hoover’s famous cry, “Prosperity is just around the corner!” It’s your own desire to eat everyday which is causing you such much trouble. Look at me! I live in a big white mansion with servants and three sumptuous meals each day and a helicopter in the back yard and you don’t hear me complaining. Just hold on; it will be much better in a few quarters or maybe a year or two.

These calls are radical calls, and they will only increase as the stock market declines. The King is doing his best to portray himself as “not scared.” But he’s scared, this isn’t the way they planned it. Nobody ever sat around a planning table to start a stock market crash. “First. We’ll knock 10% of the S&P 500! Then destroy the consumer economy!” No, they have created a monster and it is running loose in the woods of Wall Street.

After the initial shock is overcome is the slow leaking process of endless bad numbers only made worse by the King’s madness. Suddenly Wall Street turns around and says, “Wait a minute! You’re not Von Mieses after all! You’re, you’re Freddy Kruger and I can’t wake up! Help us. You gotta help us mister! You’ve got to make him stop. Scary times at Ridgemont High.

Try to comprehend what the King has done. He has destabilized the entire world economy in one fell swoop. He’s dropped financial atomic bombs on our allies and cost them billions and billions of dollars. He has nuked third world and African countries guilty of nothing. Billions will suffer because of the whims of one overfed, spoiled orange child. A monster anxious to wish you away to the cornfield if you make him angry. A clicking clanking collection of awful terrible privilege. Socialism for the rich and Capitalism for the poor.  

“Dictatorship, by whatever name, is founded on the doctrine that the individual amounts to nothing; that the State is the only one that counts; and that men and women and children were put on earth solely for the purpose of serving the state.” ― Harry S. Truman

This is the principle Winston which explains the difference between inner and outer party members. Inner party members are protected. They don’t go hungry or go broke. They just advocate it for others. Poverty and struggle builds character I hear.

“Republicans approve of the American farmer, but they are willing to help him go broke. They stand four-square for the American home–but not for housing. They are strong for labor–but they are stronger for restricting labor’s rights. They favor minimum wage–the smaller the minimum wage the better. They endorse educational opportunity for all–but they won’t spend money for teachers or for schools. They think modern medical care and hospitals are fine–for people who can afford them. They consider electrical power a great blessing–but only when the private power companies get their rake-off. They think American standard of living is a fine thing–so long as it doesn’t spread to all the people. And they admire of Government of the United States so much that they would like to buy it.” ― Harry S. Truman