Unreasonable Fear of the Super-rich

Decline of the west, Fear, Social democracy

 

Paranoia is one of the least appreciated yet most significant emotions in the United States today.  As Richard Hofstadter explained decades ago in his book based on an earlier article “The Paranoid Style in American Politics”, paranoia is the basis of one of the things that is undermining the country as it reinforces conspiracy theories.  America is a fearful country and that fear manifests itself in many strange ways.

What is paranoia? It is unreasonable fear. We all have fears and many of us also have unreasonable fears. Disaster can flow from unreasonable fears if they are not constrained. America has experienced this repeatedly. It experiences it now. There are many examples of the power of unreasonable fears.  This morning we drove near to one of them

An ancient Titan missile site is located near Salina Kansas close to the Nebraska border.  It was one of two such sites in North America during the Cold War. The other was located in Green Valley Arizona where Chris and I lived for a month a couple of years ago when we first enjoyed an extended stay in the American south in winter. That missile site was turned in to a museum. We toured it with friends John Wiebe and Margaret Daley-Wiebe.

The second site near Salina where we drove today, is being developed as a security haven for the super-rich of America. It is astonishing, but these are among the most fearful people in America. You would think they had nothing to fear. After all, what can harm the super-rich?

As Evan Osnos said in an article for The New Yorker, “Some of the wealthiest people in America—in Silicon Valley, New York, and beyond—are getting ready for the crackup of civilization.” Sometimes the practitioners of this art are called survivalists, because they hope to survive what they see as the inevitably impending doom. They hope to survive something that is intuitively unsurvivable. Full disclosure I fear the same thing but have not invested a fortune is finding a way to survive it.

 

As Osnos said,

 

Survivalism, the practice of preparing for a crackup of civilization, tends to evoke a certain picture: the woodsman in the tinfoil hat, the hysteric with the hoard of beans, the religious doomsayer. But in recent years survivalism has expanded to more affluent quarters, taking root in Silicon Valley and New York City, among technology executives, hedge-fund managers, and others in their economic cohort.

 

 

I am fascinated that this is being developed by the very rich. Why is that? I don’t know, but I have a theory. I think the rich in America live in fear.  They fear that their wealth will crumble and they will be left to their own devices among drug crazed hooligans out to get them and their families and their wealth. In fact, I think (entirely without evidence of course) that this fear emerged out of a sense of guilt. Guilt is the existential edge of unreasonable fear. American society–and American wealth in particular–is based on 2 ultimate horrendous injustices. The first was the genocide of Indigenous peoples that the first European settlers encountered in the New World. The second was the astonishingly long imposition of slavery on African-Americans. Immigrants from Africa as Ben Carson famously called them. That injustice leads to guilt, which leads to fear. Many rich Americans are incredibly fearful.

 

Nebraska to Kansas: Christiane sure is lucky to be travelling with me

2023 Grand Finale Tour, Music

When we drove from Nebraska to Kansas Chris was very lucky to be driving with me! She was not feeling well so did not want to talk. As a result, I played for her the best music playlist in the world—mine. That was why she got to hear some outstanding music for a couple of hours as we drove through the great plains of North America. Here are some of the great songs we listened to:

 

Beatles—Eleanor Rigby

Jimmy Buffet—Margaritaville

Leonard Cohen—Hallelujah

Linda Ronstadt—Blue Bayou

The Byrds—You Ain’t Going Nowhere

Bob Dylan—Lay Lady Lay

Bruce Cockburn—Wondering where the Lions are

Bruce Springsteen Born in the USA

Cat Stevens—Peace Train

Don Maclean—American Pie

Eagles—The Last Resort

Beatles—Let it Be

Hank Williams—I’m so Lonesome I could Cry

Townes Van Zandt—Colorado Girl

Van Morrison—Brown Eyed Girl

Leadbelly—Rock Island Line

Roy Orbison—Only the Lonely

Sarah Harmer—Blue Moon of Kentucky

The Rolling Stones—Honky Tonk Women

The Weavers—Wimoweh

Woody Guthrie—This Land is Your land

Stan Rogers—Make and Break Harbour

 

These were random selections from my Best of the Best Playlist. This was sweet. Chris sure is lucky!

Listening to this great music, I felt so good I felt like driving all the way to Panama.

Under-staffed or over-peopled?

Decline of the west

 

On or third day of the journey down south, we stopped for lunch at MacDonalds in Kansas. Dining in style in other words. I knew Chris was actually sick as she consented to my suggestion to dine there. While we were there, I noticed an advertisement for help wanted. They were advertising $15 (American of course) for new employees plus benefits largely undefined. Management would be paid health insurance benefits. This sounded like pretty good pay for new employees.

 

During this trip to the south of the United States, we repeatedly saw restaurants with severely understaffed servers. One server told us they were not “overstaffed, they were “over-peopled.” This was not a problem at this MacDonald’s. they were clearly fully staffed. MacDonalds knew they have to respect their staff with more than lip-service.

 

There was no surliness evident here. Maybe society is not collapsing after all. Maybe there is a better way.

There are ways to prevent the decline of civlization.

The Land of Christian Meat Eaters

Decline of the west

 

 

We were no where close to Arizona yet, but I thought this was an impropriate image

 

When we drove through Iowa it is clear immediately that we are in the Bible belt. We saw a huge billboard that said, “EAT BEEF!” Christians are meat eaters.  I think they see vegetarianism as a liberal disease. Eating meat is part of the Christian heritage. We also saw a row of large billboards advertising a particular Evangelical church. This is the land of Christian  Meat eaters. Loud ones.

We ended our second day of the trip in York Nebraska.  Friends of mine routinely get farther than this on the first of their trip down south. We are slackers!

Our so-called “award-wining” hotel was also showing signs of decay and neglect. It was a Days Inn by Wyndham a modest but reputable chain of hotels. The hotel had a round hole in the front window beside the main desk. It looked disturbingly like a bullet hole. I wondered how long it had been left unattended without being repaired. Fake “wood” siding in the elevator was partially broken from the wall exposing the shell.

 

For dinner, because Chris did not want to go out, so we tried to order delivery KFC chicken from a surly server who hung up on us. Ordering delivery food, even though it was advertised in the phone book, proved impossible though we were not told why. Chris phoned again and it was explained to her that we could only order from the store. So I drove to the store. Here I realized that the restaurant was actually closed. The only way to buy food was to order take out. Even that was difficult. Most of the restaurant was dark. When I paid, I had to give the server my credit card and I reluctantly obliged. I was very hungry by then and was a bit rushed because I was holding up a customer behind me. After I paid, I wondered if I would ever see any food. The serving staff looked suspicious. Had “the store” been taken over by insurrectionists? Was this the beginning of societal collapse? All of that seemed entirely possible.

 

I realized that many restaurants and stores were having trouble hiring staff. As a result, many were understaffed and could provide only limited services. I wondered to myself, ‘is this the last dying gasp of capitalism?’

 

That is why I have included a sunset in the post of this incident. Is this the sunset of civilization?  Employees refuse to accept crap from patrons. There is nothing wrong with that but sometimes the standards of what constitutes crap are pretty low. I also know that for about 40 years, since the steep rise of neo-conservatives working people have been denigrated and abused by capital. Are they saying no more? They sure seem surly and unhappy. Perhaps their surliness is justified. I wondered is this our future? After all, we have earned it! Is this what a world of surliness is all about?

Fun on Demand

2023 Grand Finale Tour

 

We traveled in the US on New Year’s Eve. I have an admission to make. I have rarely had a lot of fun on New Year’s Eve. Years ago, we used to celebrate it at our cottage with good friends. Those were great fun, but we stopped doing that after we started going south for the winter. This is one of the severe costs of travelling south. Being away from friends and family is a high price to pay.

 

So many of the more formal New Year’s events, whether professionally organized or not, are events in which you MUST have fun. It is not just expected, it is demanded. That puts a lot of pressure on such events. More pressure than they can always sustain. I find having fun on demand to be difficult to achieve. Many group events in my opinion are like that. And the bigger the event the less likely it is that I will enjoy it.  Maybe it is just me, but it is me.

A good example of that even though I have never attended, is the New Year’s celebration on December 31st each year in Times Square. If you can’t have fun there it is obvious that something is wrong with you. People line up for hours before it starts and the pressure is so high for the events that people have a very difficult time leaving their secured spot even when they really want to go. I mean it exactly like that. If you really have to go, there is no place to go without losing your place. Someone will take over. As a result, many adults wear adult diapers! It is that hard to find access to a washroom. For me that is too high a price.

Frankly, I usually find such events boring. The entertainers may be professional and well-known but I usually get bored. Usually, when I attended such events, I wished I was at home.

Maybe I’m just a party pooper.

MacDonalds and the Decline of Western Civilization

2023 Grand Finale Tour, Decline of the west

 

 

 

I have a confession to make. Yesterday I posted that nothing happened on day one of the Grand Finale Tour. That is not quite true.

In Wapheton North Dakota I ordered a Sundae at MacDonalds but could not get it because the server said the ice cream maker was in heat mode. How is that possible? How can an ice cream maker be in heat mode?  That is like the Catholic Church saying it won’t be offering a mass today because they want to leave the day open for the devil.

If this is not a serious sign that western civilization is in decline what is?

Mahatma Gandhi was once asked what he thought about western civilization and he answered, “I think it would be a good idea.”

I have been listening to a CBC series of podcasts they have called: “The New World Disorder?” Is that where we are at? It was very interesting and I hope to post about it later. It fits into my two themes—the decline of western civilization and collapse of nature. Well it sort of fits in.

We made it past St. Pierre!

2023 Grand Finale Tour

 

Our first day on our trip to the southern USA was spectacularly uneventful.  Chris insists that when we travel to the south I am not allowed to stop for photographs more than once. If that much! For a meanderer like me that is very difficult. That requires an ascetic attitude like a monk. But I must comply.

Our first day out, it  took us so long to pack that we ended up eating lunch/breakfast at Oak ridge at the edge of Steinbach.  For awhile it looked like we might not make it past St. Pierre Manitoba on our first day of traveling. St. Pierre is only 20 miles from home, Needless to say we are not quite crack of dawn travellers.

We actually made it to Wahpeton North Dakota.  And I took no photographs.  But we were on the road We were off on the grand finale tour.  Like a Jerry Seinfeld show where nothing happened. Who could expect more? we made it through day one. When you think about it, when you are travelling excitement is not necessarily a good thing. Nothing happening is a good thing.

 

2023 Grand Finale Tour

2023 Grand Finale Tour, Decline of the west, New Attitude to Nature, Sunsets

This is the symbol of our trip?

 

I have started this trip with my wife Christiane at the end of 2022. We intend to spend about 3 & ½ months in Arizona and then tour a part of the Southeast United States. I intend to report in this blog on what I have “observed along the way”, to use a phrase my cousin Roy Vogt used to call his regular column in the Mennonite Mirror about 50 years ago. I loved that column; I loved that title.

 

I will comment on many things from many places depending on where my meanderings lead me.

I am calling this the “grand finale” tour. By that I don’t mean that this will be our last trip.  I sure hope it won’t be our last trip. Such words are too ominous. Yet, in many ways I feel that the world, along with me is at a sharp precipice. Some pundits have even spoken about being at the edge of the apocalypse. Is that possible?

Often the world seems under assault.  I have often called this the Age of Anger. Or the Age of Resentment. Both of those emotions seem to fill the air.  Who is assaulting this world? Not foreign invaders. At least not in Canada or the US, the two countries most relevant to this journey.  In Ukraine we know that this year Putin led a Russian invasion of that much smaller country. They certainly felt the sting of assault.

But we in North America don’t have reasonable fears of invasion.  Interplanetary invaders also don’t seem nearby.  So who should we fear? As cartoon character Pogo said, “I have seen the enemy and he is us!” That is indeed the preeminent attacker we must most fear. We are the enemy.

 I remember the first time I tried to watch YouTube a few years ago. I wondered what or who I should try to watch. For some entirely inexplicable reason I picked on Professor John Moriarty who taught English literature in 1967 at the University of Manitoba during  my first year of university. He was not even one of my professors. A friend of mine was his student. I was taught by another fine professor, namely, Professor Jack Woodbury. Both Professors were brilliant and we were impressionable.

I believe John Moriarty was a first year professor who quickly gained a substantial following of young students, particularly young women. He was a campus star, but as I recall, he only stayed 1 year or so at the University of Manitoba and left to go back to Europe. What a pity.

About 50 years later I decided to search for his name on the YouTube platform and was stunned to find an old lecture of his someone had been recorded and placed on the Internet. It was an astonishing find.  By then he had gone back to the United Kingdom and was teaching in either Ireland or England. I was not sure which country. There he was in front of me, through the magic of modern technology, and  bringing me back to the days of my youth.  They were grand times challenged by grand ideas. Those were the ideas of the 60s that will forever be with those of us who lived through those times. Many of those ideas had to be modified and rejected, but an important element has stuck with us. Thank goodness for that.

And there he was with the same long hair that was an essential part of the costume for us sixties radicals. And what was Professor Moriarty talking about? He was talking about us. Us the enemy. Just like Pogo! He called humans “a virus on the earth” like the aids virus.  Moriarty was speaking before Covid 19 or he might have likened us to that virus. Instead he likened our species to the Aids virus that attacked the world’s immune system. He said we humans are like a toxin on the earth. We are ravishing it.  And once again, I found it difficult to disagree with the Professor. We, led by a vicious cartel of capitalists, are relentlessly attacking nature.

There is a second and closely related theme I want to explore in a meandering fashion of course, on this Grand Finale Tour. That is the apparent serious decline of western civilization evidence for which seems ubiquitous.

By now we know clearly and irrevocably, that civilization requires a reasonably stable environment. And we don’t have that anymore. If nature as we know is destroyed, we could create a new civilization, but it would take millennia. These two ideas are therefore inextricably entwined.

To avoid civilizational collapse, we desperately need a new attitude to nature. We need to turn away from our destructive ways. We must cease to be the toxins of the earth, the careless predators of the earth, we must become the champions of a new way to work with nature, rather than against it.

At the same time, we must turn away from the current path on which our civilization seems to be on an inexorable decline. Those two paths are closely intertwined. By destroying nature we are destroying ourselves. Together, these two trends are leading us to our doom.  On this trip (and beyond) I want to explore those two important themes. I have always thought an important part of travel is to learn new things. We travel to learn and become different people. Not completely different, but significantly different. That is what knowledge does. It changes us.

By the expression ” the Grand Finale Tour” I don’t mean mean that in the sense of it being the end of life or nature or civilization. But I must admit such thoughts have entered my mind. Particularly of late.

I hope we have many more trips to come. But it is the finale of my legal career. I gave notice to the law firm SNJ where I worked for nearly 50 years that I would retire and withdraw from the practice of law on December 31, 2022. I did that  and now I can no longer practice law. Since then I am no longer a lawyer. I have simply devoted enough time to that career. It is time to move on.

Christiane and I have noticed that we are not getting better and stronger each year. Funny how that happens. Each year seem to be a bit of a step back. We are no longer the healthy vigorous people we once were and will never be again. That is life (and death). We must face that. We hope to have many adventures before we pack up our tents for good and hope to enjoy the journey until then, but the future is of course uncertain. We want to make the best of it. This journey is the start of that finale. But as I do that, I also want to take a hard look at this world in which we find ourselves. Can it be on the edge of doom? Why? What can we do about it? Where do we stand?

I have chosen the sunset as the symbol of the trip. I am in my sunset years. Yet there is some light left. It may be fading, but it is not gone. Not yet.