by Crazy Horse
Wed Sep 17th, 2008 at 03:42:36 PM EST
Our global digital spiderweb is momentarily on hyperactive overdrive, chronicling the demise and dying dinosaur thrashing thievery of Anglo capitalism. Sharing the billing is the public pharce masquerading as the US elections, where the ideals of the Founding Fathers wallow trampled beneath the steamroller of media inanity and megabucks. The airwaves and cables are filled with the latest event, as many begin to forget what happened but a few hours previous. We're watching the 200 year Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire in the time span of reality TV, 500 channels of analysis, or rather spin, included.
Thankfully for the powers that be, economic meltdown allows us to forget the daily trickle of global warming catastrophe looming even larger in the background. But there's something even more lost, missing in the miasma that's become the media and blog discussions of the meltdown and its attendant thievery by the ruling class.
This is going to hurt, folks. Let's remember that. I've got something to say that doesn't need any graphs.
Sometime around the end of the 60's, my blood brother and i were sitting on a hillside, high as can be, flicking stones at the power lines, dreaming about the future. Did we have to take down this perverse, invasive monster that was swallowing the world? Hours we debated, often accompanied by the looping rings of our rocks hitting the lines. i can't remember if my brother agreed with me, but i do know i fathomed what is still my opinion today: the dinosaur is going to fall of its own weight, and we just have to get out from under when it happens.
Well, if you can't see the growing shadow of the giant dinosaur falling it's probably too late.
I work in an explosively expanding industry, one that is likely to keep growing for decades. Even though windpower has nearly mortal enemies in the power wars of the energy industry, we ain't goin' nowhere, we've achieved critical mass, and we're poised for bear (or Caribou Barbie, as the case may be.) I've got more than my share of work, while the rest of the world is berserk... and i'm even raising my rates. Except when i fight my own demons, i look forward to each day's tasks with a satisfaction that comes not only from having helped birth this industry, but from knowing that whatever the thousand versions of our future demand that we do to "solve" the crisis, what i do each day is going to be a part of it.
But what about the people who get really hurt now.
i buy expensive organics to eat, go to restaurants when i want, fill my hours with new films and music, jump on a train if the spirit moves me, and try to surround myself with life being lived.
But what about the people who get really hurt right now.
I suppose for most people in the Anglo world it hasn't yet dawned what's happening, but from this vantage point, there's going to be a world of pain. Pain as in fear, hunger, madness and demagogues, and a salivating media rerunning Caligula. The people most hurt won't even know what hit them, and even if they can think for themselves, probably will not find the information to make a judgement.
But they will still hurt.
It's midday on the west coast of amurka, so i've got to get back to the work i love, though it's late evening here in my adopted island of sanity, Germany. After so many days (and weeks and months... and years) of dissecting and analyzing the trends leading to this meltdown, i had to post this just because it's on my mind.
I'm thankful for all the detailed analysis (especially here on ET) i have to help me understand what's going on. But i just wanted to say, the shit is hitting the fan, spraying. Tonight i'm thinking of the people who are getting, or going to be getting, hurt. Hurt.