Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Equality


I remember the first things I ever read about Peak Oil.

I forget who those early writers were other than the obvious ones but one thing I got from it all was the need to study economics.

So I did - for about 10 years - until I came to understand what economics actually is - it's akin to John Michael Greer's idea about magic.

Economics, as much as any economist might claim otherwise, is about spells and incantations that lead people to believe one form of magic or another is the most powerful and the most relevant.

The battle then becomes between "schools of magic".

Those who profit most from one school will back that school.

So, for example, those that saw profit in backing the Jeffrey Sachs lines of thinking would employ him and his students and sing their praises.

The process is of course rather incestuous because a clever "economist" would look to where the power was and seek to weave incantations that he'd know that power would be inclined to utilise.

To my mind, as the ratio of humans to available natural resources grew (in any defined geographic or socio/political region), we moved from profiting from the exploitation of those resources to where we seem to be increasingly going - the exploitation of ourselves.

As such, for example, I see the GFC and any other crash, as a mechanism whereby one group identifies "fat" and seeks to channel it to their own use - the most obvious huge target being of course the accrued retirement savings of the largest (well off) demographic group of the last century - the baby-boomers.

We have come to times when the only place we can look for easily plundered resources is the saved resources of others.

We are going through this stage right now - think about how much pain those retired middle classes types have suffered over the last decade or two as their investments have been decimated - and realise that a lot of what is going on at the moment in Europe is about default on debts and investor haircuts - the very same investors - the more well-off middle class baby boomer retirement investments.

Economists who's spells encourage and support those who recognise these plunderables are the ones who will be sung as heroes (consider last year's Nobel economist who proved mathematically that the (economic) universe is infinite and so there's no need to worry about your savings as there will always be enough for everyone).

Now, as the resource base, whether it be plunderable accrued wealth or remaining natural resources shrinks and there becomes less and less to go around the most obvious natural consequence will be more visible competition - there will be more and more people crying for their fair share.

When there was enough to go around such that (normal everyday working class) people could make a living, though we might have grumbled about how much the rich made, we had our roof, our dinner and our football so we were happy to let things be as they were - and the voices of those magicians who backed arcane forms of magic like "socialism" and "Sharia Law" were relegated to the shadows.

But now we are starting to see more and more people worried about their survival.

And those magicians who were in the dark are now becoming more and more vocal and people are starting to listen to them.

And what is their form of magic?

It is that which leads to taking from the rich and giving to the poor - about "equality".

Going back to my first readings about Peak Oil i remember well that this is what many writers foretold.

That, as world economic growth was constrained by the peaking inelastic energy supplies, there would be a shift in economic thinking as the masses sought survival wherever it might be found.

And that eventually it would reduce to dog-eat-dog across all spectrums of the economy.

And only the very strongest would survive - maybe by living within walled cities and extracting their survival by any means necessary out of whatever was left of the world's productive capacity.
Looking around i see all these new voices emerging more and more.

The new "magicians" - the "new economics" based on "fairness" and the needs of “the people”.

Standing back and looking at it with cold reasoning i see that the final consequences of the turmoil that we might spend the next century going through will be population collapse.

And all the way down there will be those who are crying for "fairness" - and who's militancy will grow.

Tim Flannery wrote an inspired book "the Future Eaters" in which he described the effects of population crash on the Maori people of New Zealand.

The first people to arrive in New Zealand found a land where every ecological niche was filled with birds - there were gazillions of them. Having brought chickens with them i can well imagine the reaction of the first to see the giant Moa (the Polynesian word for "chicken") – looking at the skinny little thing in his hands and casting it aside with something like ‘call this a “chicken”? Now THAT’S a “Chicken”’.

There was so much food that their population rapidly grew and their exploitation of the finite resource base grew with it until one day there was less food than was needed to feed the population. At that point they entered a centuries long period of population decline that led to what Cook called “the language with the most words of warfare on the planet”. Cannibalism and tribal warfare that left scars that last to this day.

This is the reality of a peaking resource base that has until recently permitted the explosive growth of world population. This is our future.

I can just imagine the “socialists” (by whatever name you like to think of them) in those days of Maori cannibalism: “you should give us more of your…BONK!”

Tasman hit the shores of NZ while this was still going on – “come here we want to eat you” were the first words in Maori ever written down by a European – shortly before the first of them were killed and eaten.

As I watch more and more people across the world rising up and calling for fairness I wonder just how many of them realise what true “fairness” is.

True fairness is what happens when nature deals with something that is out of balance.

Cry as you might about who is bad or who is good, who should have more or who should have less, which system should dominate, how the decline should be “managed”, the reality is that at some point, unless something truly incredible happens (like we finally crack fusion power or we discover a vast reserve of oil or someone figures out how to cheaply mine the clathrates) – the majority of us and/or our children are going to die in a population crash so totally mind boggling in extent that the only colourful aspect will be the numerous ways we find to try and kill off our competitors.

The noise that I hear from all quarters of economics and politics are just the harbingers of this reality. People are fighting for their bread NOW. But these are baby fights and nothing compared to what will come.

I have often pondered that if I am lucky enough to see truth, and that all of this is not just the culmination of years of reading the warnings of doomers and whackos, what might I do to save myself and my children from the worst of this?

The answer I have come to accept is that there is nothing at all. They are, or will be, strong enough to survive or they will not. They will survive or not based almost entirely on the selective quality of their genes – because there’s nothing I can pass to them, not wealth, not weapons, not learning, nothing – that will be guaranteed to be in their possession when the time comes.

Accepting this I have come to feel more relaxed. I see that there is no political or economic group of magicians to side with who will guarantee the survival of my decedents (or theirs). There is no need to salt away long life seeds or hoard gold or stock up on weapons.

There is only to accept that what will be - will be.

POP

if you liked this you might like the poem "for our sons and daughters too"






Sunday, 16 October 2011

The Revolting Ode


I

As all growth falters and the darkness looms
we billions watch, our fear growing each day.
Some sit in their homes in their empty rooms

stare at their screens and have nothing to say,
or cry their tears of rage and rising fear
through powerless words that their fingers spray.

And others, their numbers growing each year,
complain bitterly and head for the street
while politicians and the rich all sneer.

And well they might those who have life so sweet.
They live in a dream blind to what will come.
Huge numbers suffer, resources deplete

and all of your plans to what will they sum?
To revolution and a boundless slum.

II

But wait! Praise the rich. They will save us all!
Their good investments trickle down to us.
Is it not the way? Don't they stand so tall?

Don't they wisely choose and they make no fuss?
If not for them, well, would we not all die?
Would we not be left with vomit and puss?

They are our leaders and do you know why?
They were born to rule and we to follow.
Where we play in dirt they rise up and fly.

We know: what pride we have we must swallow -
for only the rich can save us from hell.
Without them: in our own shit we'll wallow.

It's the truth and there's nothing else to tell.
If you feel like crying you might as well.

III

There will always be rich. They sprout like weeds.
It's at the core of what we are - predate!
Predate! The rich will satisfy our needs.

Come brothers and sisters why should we wait?
Why should we stand and watch all our dreams die?
When all we need to do is accept fate.

As one, rise, rise up - let loose your war cry!
Fear not the bullets of their dogs of war!
There is starvation if you do not try.

When at last we have evened up the score
and the blood of the rich showers like rain
fear not that the wealthy will be no more.

They will always come again and again
for who can ever feel another's pain?


Sunday, 2 October 2011

trapped in games


some battles that we win
lose us everything that we are
and they become forever a barrier
to who we might have been
had we not let emotion drive
our thoughts, words and deeds

in this i know
there is no hope for the human race

for always it will come down to

winning at all costs

and then

destroying everything of value
to prove to ourselves we were right
and to prove to our bed-mates
that we are worthy

but all it proves
is that we are lowly

and once there
we abdicate responsibility
for all our foul deeds

to "love"



Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Black and White


to see the world in "Black and White"
ah ignorance is bliss
you're good or you are evil
no middle ground in this

you're for me or against me
no sitting on the fence
no hiding behind "fairness"
no "give me time" defense

and what if we were all like this
and could not let it pass?
With stones in plenty near to hand
our houses made of glass?

i guess you'd say i'm "Liberal"
a catch-cry of the "right"
by i am one for Liberty
- for freedom i will fight

the world in which we find ourselves
is coloured Black and White
and everyone is hurling stones
and calling for a fight

i hope that in the future
we find a way to peace
and shed our need for "us and them"
and see all hatred cease

the hope is with our children
so raise them without hate
raise them to understand both sides
and judge with equal weight

and every child you ever meet
give blessings to them too
help each and every growing mind
find love in what you do

and maybe oh just maybe then
we'll find the peace we crave
and if we don't we'll take instead
our hatred to the grave


Wednesday, 14 September 2011

The Baby-Boomer Blues


it's a daily trial to click and read
the blogs about investment
with a zillion other boomer babies
checking each assessment

the panic button's glowing red
we're ready to withdraw
but until then we're concentrating
hard on making more

Chorus

ba-by boomer, ba-by boomer
we'll be dead in the end or maybe sooner
all our money will be gone
our investments all gone wrong
we'll have given up the ghost on just rumour


there's Tyler Durden blastin' out
a hundred posts a day
i don't know how he does it but
i guess it's for the pay

and even though the comments reek
of idiots and shills
there's no denying it's the place
providing all the thrills

Chorus

Mish Shedlock's yet another blogger
profiting from doom
though often he's a little rabbid
(unions i presume)

Australia makes him scream and shout
"your housing's gonna crash"
and if you prod him just a bit
he's prone to be quite rash

Chorus

My favorite blogger is Steve Keen
he's famous now you know
he gets a million hits a week
for what? Gosh i don't know.

But he's predicting everything
will crash and burn in hell
but i suspect he's hedged his bets
(he's jogging now as well)

Chorus

Old James Paplava got me hooked -
his weekly podcast show
i'd hang on every word he spoke
but then i guess you know

and all his expert guests were great
(pre Automatic Earth)
but now i know deflation's king
what's Jim Paplava worth?

Chorus

there's hosts of other's you all know
Economists of note
there's Krugman, Steen and Mankiw
and other's i could quote

and every day we read them all
and sift their words for clues
because we know we're suffering
the baby boomer blues


Chorus





Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Breaking Three breaks One and Two


i'll tell you first i'm not a Jew
a Muslim? No, i'm not that too
i'm not a Christian that's for sure
a Buddhist? No, not any more

but i have always loved the Word
the Ten Commandments that i heard
when i was young i learned them well
and now i'm old i've this to tell

the three or four that are the first
their meaning is in truth immersed
old Moses gave us words profound
their truth is such a solid ground

the first - "there is no truth but all"
it's infinite - there is no wall
no boundary to what can be
no limit to the truth you see

it's seems so simple yet it's not
the greatest of the Jew's Mitzvot
like quantum physics: if you know
you don't! Confused? To study go!

the second - is the most abused
and many a scholar's been confused
it talks of idols - gold or wood
a face on God is not so good

don't fool yourself is what it means
a piece of truth's not what it seems
you can not isolate one bit
and then in homage bow to it

i wonder if you understand?
so take a look at your right hand
is that the truth? is that hand you?
your fingernail is that "you" too?

The Truth you can not subdivide
and cast the unknown parts aside
the Wrath of God will strike you down
and in your foolishness you'll drown

and while we're talking number two
here's something you should never do
don't claim that God is this or that
He's merciful or tall or fat

because you see that's number three
to claim you know and make decree
to "swear to God" you know the truth
as if you were some clever sleuth

the Law dictates "do not assert"
the power of words is power to hurt
it's only in a court of Law
that you'll be sworn to what you saw

so don't mislead your fellow man
don't lead him to some Promised Land
don't seek to rule or lie to win
don't claim you know where to begin

those three above are all you need
the fourth means study them and heed:
each week one day is set aside
to know you should by them abide

one final word before i go
my words above are claims you know
i've broken number three it's true
and breaking that breaks one and two



doubt the validity? see here


if you liked this you might also like "At how the river roars"

Monday, 12 September 2011

What makes us hate boat-people?

we have to go! we have to leave!
my darling listen please believe
we have no choice, we have to try!
if we stay here we'll surely die 

they come on old and flimsy boats
unworthy of the sea
they come from lands destroyed by war
because of you and me

hey captain! listen! take my son
he's all that's left - the only one
here's all the money we possess
please take him and your name i'll bless

they come on un-sea-worthy boats
with hope and little more
they come escaping what we wrought
and what we wrought was war

Oh God! Protect my child at sea
please keep him safe and keep him free
please let him find Australia's shore
that's all i ask and nothing more

they come and many of them die
alone on a wide wide sea
babies, children, mothers too
with no one there to see

No my darling there's no word
nobody knows, nobody's heard
so trust in God, trust in His ways
God listen's to whoever prays

so brave they are or foolish
or so it seems to me
i know i don't have what it takes
to cross so wide a sea

There's news! He's Safe! Oh Glory be!
Our son's been rescued from the sea
Australian sailors found the boat
when it was almost not afloat

i wonder if they understand
the hatred here they'll find
how much we'll spend to keep them out
how long they'll be confined

Oh God! Please No. Don't let it be!
my only son has died at sea
though most were saved my son was not
my husband's gone too - he was shot

so tell me now Australia
what's made our hearts so cold?
what's made us hate boat-people?
what lies have we been sold?



if you liked this you might also like "Blair and Bush and Big John Howard"