Tuesday, June 28, 2022

ANS -- Senators in the Hands of an Angry God: Letter From a Supreme Court Justice

Sara Robinson posted this on Facebook.  Read it.  
--Kim


My fellow CAF fellow RJ Eskow understands completely what's at stake, and why we lost:
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Senators in the Hands of an Angry God: Letter From a Supreme Court Justice
All you liberals, you Democrats, you quislings and cowards:
Don't tell me you're really surprised.
In 1741, a preacher named Jonathan Edwards terrified this country, which didn't even exist yet, by convincing people that demons were waiting everywhere to grab people and drag them into hell. His sermon was called "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God." Now, my side is using new forms of fear to take away everything you've tried to do in the last 281 years. I've gotta say, so far the plan is going pretty well.
You guys aren't nearly terrified enough to stop us. Not yet, anyway.
I guess you don't understand our power yet.
The senators say they're shocked, shocked at our violation of decorum. Why did you lie, they ask me? Why did you deceive my good colleagues about stare decisis? The rituals of this chamber are like ... like a religion to us.
Aw, come on now, you know why I did it. Your guys wanted me to lie. "Plausible deniability," isn't that what they call it?
They wanted to be able to say they asked. I told them what they wanted to hear.
But isn't lying a sin?
Well, now, that all depends on the context. Lying to the "centrists" was necessary. It got me to the place where I could do the most good. As for the rest of them – the liberal senators, the reporters – lying to them was ... well, there are a million reasons to lie to liberals and all of them are good. Lying to liberals isn't a sin. It's a commandment.
We lied to save the babies. We lied to them because they are weak, and God despises weakness. We lied to them because they wanted us to lie to them, because deep down inside they want to lose. They always wanted to kneel down in defeat on the Capitol steps, singing their pathetic patriotic songs while we exulted in our chambers and at our altars. ("God Bless America"? Really?)
We lied because God's lie is our eternal truth.
Oh, sure, there are people who say otherwise about God. They love to quote His words. Any review of the major religions will conclude that they're built on different principles than ours. But we know something none of the learned theologians know. Only we know which words are true and which are false, which are foundational and which are deception. Only we know when God is telling the truth and when He is lying.
You may call us detached from reality, but we're gaining more control with every passing day. You may think we're living in a fantasy, but it is you who live in a dream world. While you dream of compromise and civility, we act in the concrete world of power. While you enact empty rituals of civic liturgy, we seize the means of political production.
House Speaker Pelosi even quoted lines from someone she described as a "poet." It struck me kinda funny. Percy Bysshe Shelley said, "Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." (We did have to go to college to get this job.) Pelosi and her colleagues are actual legislators. Big difference. Poets write lines. Legislators write laws. Supposedly.
And the guy wasn't a poet at all. He was an Israeli songwriter. The Speaker seemed unaware of the lyrics' subtext in the context of occupation: "I have no other country even though my land is burning ... Here is my home ... I will not be silent for my country has changed her face/ I shall not give up on her ..."
Typical liberal. The songwriter talks about how bad things are without a commitment to doing whatever it takes to fix things. As if singing a song is enough. A song without action is just a homeopathic dose of conscience, an inoculation against guilt. Nothing will change over there, either.
Not that it bothers me. I'm a conservative Supreme Court justice. We think the Holy Land is the key to the End Times.
So, congratulations. You've got your soundbite. Democrats fell down on their knees to sing and pray. We did that 50 years ago. But then we did something else: we acted. When our leaders didn't do what we wanted, we forced them to do it or we threw them out. You show no signs of doing that. Unless that changes, and there is no sign that it will, the future is written – not by God, but by us.
Feel free to sit back and watch your elected officials sing their little songs and pray their little prayers. You'll watch them do it again when we take the majority back, abolish the filibuster, and eliminate what little is left of your democracy.
Unless you do something, and fast. That could happen, theoretically. But all the signs say that our side will act, and your side will not. That we will keep winning and you will keep losing. In the meantime, by all means stay on your knees. Sing "God Bless America" while we raise holy hell. Pray to a civic god that has long since forsaken you. Knock yourselves out.
The way things are going, you haven't got a prayer.
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Sunday, June 26, 2022

ANS -- Why the Economy’s Cratering, Or Welcome to the Great Extinction Depression

This is another warning from umair haque.  He says this isn't temporary inflation, this is the beginning of the end of our civilization because we have killed our planet.  
Find it here: 
--Kim


Jun 16

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9 min read
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Why the Economy's Cratering, Or Welcome to the Great Extinction Depression

See That? That's an Industrial Economy Dying Because It Killed the Planet

Stock market crashing. Currencies cratering. Prices skyrocketing. Right about now, you're probably wondering: what the aitch is wrong with the economy? And how am I going to make it?

I'm going to teach you what's wrong with the economy, and it's not going to be pretty. We'll cover, by the end, though, a few tips to help get you through this. It's going to be a difficult time — and it's only just begun. No, it's not magically going to go away — and what our institutions are doing to fight it is a cure worse than the disease itself, unfortunately, as I'll gently explain.

You might be wondering what's happening to the economy. This is what happens when an industrial economy runs out of planet. Of life to consume and exploit and degrade. It begins to die, right along with everything else. That's what's really happening to ours, behind the oft superficial headlines.

Welcome to the Great Depression of the Age of Extinction. Or, if you like, the Extinction Depression.

This economic era — the one now suddenly, viciously dawning — is beginning with stagflation. What's "stagflation"? You've heard the term bandied about casually, I'm sure, but few really understand it well. Stagflation — the deadly combination of inflation plus stagnation — is like what we used to call, not so many years ago, "freak weather." Tornadoes, where they'd never happened before, megastorms, megafires — strange and novel catastrophes befalling us. But of course "freak weather" is abjectly ordinary now — how hot is it where you are? In parts of Europe, it's going to be 45 degrees Celsius.

Stagflation is like that. It is here to teach us that a new economic age is now dawning, and it's not going to be a pretty one. It may well make the Great Depression look like child's play. Why do I say that? (Do I "exaggerate"? LOL. Sigh. Go ahead, read the archives, and find a single time my economic forecasts have been wrong. They're not, because I've studied this stuff to death. When I said America would collapse, a decade ago, that too was called exag…you know the story.)

Stagflation isn't just "inflation plus stagnation." It's the deadly spiral of them both. Inflation feeds into stagnation, stagnation feeds into inflation. And before you know it, economies are caught in a deadly spider's web: prices are rising, but real incomes aren't, at least not nearly fast enough to keep pace. How bad is it already? In the US and UK, real incomes have fallen about 4–5% just in the last year. Now imagine that stretching out over five years. Ten. You begin to see how deadly stagflation really is.

So what's the cause? Many people imagine they know the cause. They read these dumb articles in the WSJ or whatnot by people who don't actually know economics, and so this chain of ignorance is created. You know how every dude of a certain kind will lecture you about "free markets" and "wealth trickling down"…just because some crackpot, some pundit, who doesn't know any actual economics either, said so? This isn't economics, these are fairy tales in disguise.

Many people think they know what's going on here, and they blame it on "increased demand" now that the "pandemic's over." LOL — neither of those things are trueIt's hardly as if people are going out and suddenly buying Maseratis with all the jackpots of money they suddenly have. They're just trying to make ends meet, and they're spending more than ever, because basics — food, water, energy — cost more than ever. The cause of stagflation isn't some glorious spike in demand — have you seen how little money everyone under the age of 45 or so has? LOL — give me a break. So what is it?

Let me put it to you so simply that even a child could grasp it. Here's a civilization. It consumes too much, so much that its planet is now dying. The planet which supplies it with all its basics, the daily necessities of life. See? Simple.

What happens to that civilization, economically? Stagflation does. To begin with. And then depression does.

Why? Well, just think of what happens as basic resources run out — water, food, medicine, clean air, as systems break down, and can't provide necessities anymore. Like, say, baby formula and tampons. Prices skyrocket — and shortages are their accomplice.

That's simple economics 101.

It's what called a "supply shock." And we are currently about to experience the greatest supply shock in human history. Imagine the little jolt you get opening the door on a hot day, sometimes — and then imagine the massive shockwave that rips the earth apart after tectonic plates shift. It's that different from what we're used to.

Our Planet Is Dying. I don't mean that in the childish sense — "everything will die forever, and Earth will be Mars!!" Nope. But our planet — the one made of a set of ecologies, systems, chains of life, oceans, rivers, forests, entire taxa of species which have existed since we human beings emerged from a rift in a valley 300,000 years ago — that one is most certainly dying. We are in the sixth mass extinction in all of deep history — hundreds of millions of years of it. The last few took thousands of years, sometimes tens of thousands of years, for the planet to warm up by just a few degrees. We've done that much in about twenty five.

You can see how insanely, crazily dangerous the course we're on is, maybe.

We are at the leading edge of the greatest economic shockwave in human historyThe only parallels are premodern civilizations which suddenly faced small-scale ecological shifts. They overgrazed their livestock, or cut down all their trees, or maybe, thanks to five seasons of drought in a row, just couldn't survive. Humanity as a whole has never experienced what is beginning to happen now. Extinction.

What does extinction mean in economic terms? It's simple, grim, and should fill any sane person with a sense of grief, too. As life on our planet continues to die off, so too the very necessities we depend on become scarcer and scarcer. Not just the examples I've already given you — water, energy, food, all of whose prices have already skyrocketed. But everything. Paper. Steel. Plastic. Rubber. Sugar. Coffee. Cotton.

Go open a cupboard, a pantry, a closet. Take a careful look at everything in it. Everything you take for granted. Think of how varied and disparate all those raw materials really are. Think of the fertilizer and water and oil and gas it takes to grow those crops, or how much it takes to nourish all that livestock — right down to the cotton hanging in your wardrobe, or the leather shoes below it.

All that stuff. All of it. It comes from what we call the "commodities" of a dying planet. That's how careless, cruel, and indifferent we really are as a civilization. How little respect we have for the world which created us, and still gives us life. Commodity.

Why is the stock market crashing? Is it just one of those sudden random scares? Nope. On a dying planet, it makes a whole lot more sense to own commodities than it does to own stocks, at least if profit is your goal. That's because commodities are starting to become scarcer, and that trend will never stop. At least not until much later in human history, when civilization reinvents itself.

If you think I'm kidding, check out this chart we used a few days ago. It explains how rising prices aren't driven by "supply chain issues" or any such thing anymore, really. They are happening because our systems are failing, as our planet is dying . And as a result, things as basic as harvests for coffee, sugar, cotton aren't what they used to be.

And they never will be again. We have changed the planet permanently. The new one that's emerging will have far, far less habitable landmass — and zones of fertility. It will be ringed by Fire Belts and Flood Belts and Drought and Famine and Plague Belts. The harvests are never coming back. At least not until we figure out how to live well again on the planet we killed, or whatever we call the scorched one rising from its ashes.

Let me give you another example of why this will be the greatest shockwave in human history. I read a very, very interesting article recently about…slime. LOL, no, I'm not four years old. The researchers discovered that one way mass extinctions accelerate themselves is that huge blooms of slime emerge. They cover oceans and rivers. They make them anoxic so no life can survive. They literally poison the waters of the earth. What triggers these…killer slime blooms? Rising temperatures do.

It's a certainty that this will happen again at some temperature — we just don't know when, exactly. But imagine that it does happen. What happens to…all the stuff we depend on oceans and rivers for? Drinking water, water which cools our factories, water for manufacturing stuff with. All the marine life we consume. Which happens first — a river that nourishes a hundred million people dries up, or it turns toxic with slime?

Now think of the economics of all that. The river irrigates the plants which grow the cotton that makes up the…sheets on your bed, the clothes in your wardrobe, the bandages in your medicine cabinet, the filters in your coffee machine, the…tampons nobody can suddenly get. Bang. Prices skyrocket.

And this is just one "commodity" I've given you an example of. We could keep going. What happens if…but I think you grasp the point.

What happens to a civilization that's consumed so much, without replenishing or nourishing enough, that it killed its planet? Caused the fastest extinction in all of deep history? Let me put that another way. What's the economy of a civilization on a dying planet?

Depression is. The stagflation we're experiencing now is a precursor. It's just the warm-up for the main event. Where this ends is depression. The Greater Depression.

Again, it's not hard to imagine why. What happens as the planet goes on dying? Well, huge, huge numbers of people have to flee, as habitable landmass shrinks. Flee drowning, burning countries, famine and drought, war and disease. They will head to richer nations or highlands or both. But of course when nations burn and sink and drown…their economies go up in smoke, too. All those jobs, livelihoods, careers — poof, suddenly gone.

And as raw materials become harder to attain, harvest, distribute, source, get — bang, there go wave after wave of jobs, too. Who's a cotton farmer when the soil is dead? Who farms livestock when the river runs dry? Cattle are already dying in the thousands in Kansas because of heat and humidity. Farmers are killing themselves in droves — for a brutal and terrible reason. Their future has run out. But their deaths are a warning to us about what is come for all of us. Our future is running out. They just lived it first.

A huge, huge hole is created in the economy this way. Factories shutter, and centralized down to the last few viable locations. Entire sectors vanish. Jobs are hard to come by — and good ones are like winning the jackpot in the lottery. Unemployment and underemployment become the new normal. How many young people do you know — talented, highly educated ones, whose lives are going nowhere? Meanwhile, the rich and ruthless find ways to monopolize what's left of a dying planet's dwindling resources — and profiteer in psychopathologically insane ways from it. How much richer did Bezos and Gates and etcetera get during the pandemic? Enough to have ended…you pick..world hunger…educate every child on earth…cancel everyone's student debt…give everyone on this planet healthcare…an endless list. Guess what they did?

Keep the money.

LOL.

A civilization on a dying planet — a civilization that's killed its planet — it doesn't go on merrily booming. This is a weird delusion that pundits labour under — and seem to have transmitted to the average person, who appears to be shocked that things are going terribly economically. It's not some kind of coincidence.

Dying planet? Dying economy. Civilization on dying planets run out of resources, and resources are what we use to make, produce, manufacture, distribute, eat, drink, breathe, learn, live. Fewer and fewer resources means everything from fewer and fewer jobs to fewer and fewer opportunities to less and less savings to littler and less happiness, social bonds, trust, the democracy that's built from them, to more and more frequent crashes and recessions, to greater and greater risk borne on the shoulders of the average person, to less and less real income for everyone. Until all of that is all there is left. And just like "freak weather," we now live in a world where more and more people have never known anything else.

The economics of extinction? Simple. Shock. Depression. Like never before in modern history. Doesn't it feel like we're moving in backwards in time now? That's because, my friends, we are getting poorer. And when people suddenly grow poorer, this is what happens. Fascism, war, superstition, hate, rage. This is what we wrought.

We didn't just kill a planet. In what our progeny will remember as the ultimate act of folly…we took our civilization with it.

Umair
June 2022


Saturday, June 25, 2022

ANS -- Worshiping The Rich

This is different, a story.  
--Kim


indi.ca

Jun 9

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4 min read
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Worshiping The Rich

Beggars at my doorstep, bowing before the wrong person

The Buddha was a beggar too

Sadness rings my doorbell almost every day. With each calamity, a new class of people become beggars. The construction workers tossed off job sites during the lockdown. The tourism driver out of work when the airport shut down. The lady weaving rugs that can no longer get supplies. These are people that were not beggars and now they are. They beg to survive.

These are all real people and they're getting more, not less. Today someone named Duminda came to the door. He was visibly disabled in some way, seemed to be a motorbike accident from what he said. He spoke with an impediment. He asked if we had food.

We have food. We have lots of food. We have eclairs for guests, we have rice, we have chocolate, we have cheese. We have money in the bank and the doorbell also rings with deliveries. So I went and got him some food. Milk is hard to come by these days, I'm sure his daughter hadn't had any in a while. Some biscuits, rice, string hopper flour, whatever he could carry. I gave him money too. A bit at first and then everything I had. What does it mean? What does anything mean?

As I gave these things that mean little to me, Duminda reached down to worship at my feet. This is a tradition in Sri Lanka. We kneel before monks, our parents, but this felt obscene. I squatted down to the floor also, told him please no, not me. He got up with tears in his eyes, asked for my name again, and my wife's, so he could bestow pin on me.

Pin is like karmic credit I guess. It's the idea of merit, which you accrue by doing meritorious deeds. If there's any justice in this universe that'll be all I have in the afterlife, the prayers of beggars. At some point, surely, the gods must intercede. Pin is a gift—more than rice, more than flour—and I feel terribly unworthy.

What have I done, besides being born, besides inheriting wealth, in so many ways? I dunno if souls are reborn, but privilege certainly passes on. And for someone like me to stand, someone else must be on their knees. I can reject the worship but he's not wrong. The world we live in verily worships the rich and merrily punishes the poor. That's just the way things be.

People have started breaking into houses and restaurants, largely to steal food, and honestly, I don't disagree. We sit here in comfort giving what we're comfortable with. We should feel uncomfortable. We should feel afraid. We should feel what everybody else feels.

Among my class, there is this fear of violence from the poor, but we are the violent ones. We just do it at a distance, through laws, through economics, through institutions. What else do you call something that makes a grown man kneel in front of another one? I feel the weight of all that structural violence, bringing this new class of beggar to his feet.

Duminda says his daughter hasn't been going to school, because she's hungry. This is happening everywhere. I know this. It is such a fall for my country. Even the poorest children used to somehow get sent to school in fresh white uniforms, with something in their stomachs, some energy. Feeding and learning, these are the pillars of our civilization. And they have simply crumbled, and so quickly. There's nothing but rubble now. Just today's survival, where dreams used to be.

He said his daughter didn't have shoes, but she's 9, too big for any shoes my children have. That's why I gave him more money. But where are shoes going to take her? Where is there to go? I feel so helpless and guilty.

Whenever anyone rings the doorbell I remember that the Lord Buddha was a beggar. That he took cloth off the dead to cover himself, that he ate whatever he was given that day. I remember something from the Bible about angels testing us this way, about God being in the humblest among us, not the mighty. I remember the Zakat pillar of Islam, how this is not a choice, but a duty. But then the people turn around and worship me. Sadness rings my doorbell and they want me to be happy. It makes me want to weep.