Monthly Archives: September 2008

Okay, so it’s the most common thing to comment upon, and I’m beginning to feel a bit like a reactionary pundit looking at my site.  I’m glad there are a few completely original posts to balance out the fact that so much of my writing seems to be in response to something that catches my attention or gets my dander up.

It’s a little funny and a lot sad to consider others’ notions of how exactly an economic bailout of $700 billion dollars occurs.  There are several theories on impact and implementation, motivation and rescue that people carry around.

Sadly, the most common one seems to be a weird combination of ignorance and apathy.  The immediate thought to most people seems to be that Wall Street will get the money, or some ethereal being, the God of Finance, who art The Economy.  The great men of our times pay homage to The Economy, how it surrounds us, and protects us in every aspect of our daily lives.  And if we displease it, it will smite us.  I could write three posts about this metaphor.  I still might.  But for now, that’s just the prevailing theory carried around in the pockets of most Americans, next to a couple credit cards and a Jackson.

On the conspiracy theory front, some folks figure the US Government is going to accrue a massive lump sum debt to write a single giant check to the New York Stock Exchange, and flush a truckload of dollars in hopes that it’ll fix things, but really just wasting money that regular people will be forced to pay back later.

Others think that it’s a bit like playing enabler to a gambling addict, allowing them to keep or squander their winnings while others bail them out on their bad days when rent is due but nowhere to be found.  You’ll hear the question repeated “they got to keep their profits when the market was up, why should taxpayers bear the brunt when their gamble goes bad?”

Here’s the sad, simple truth.  None of these is entirely accurate.  There is no government debt being accrued in any real sense.  Trillions of dollars in national debt is nonsensical, a completely imaginary allocation that has almost no practical bearing on any real resources.  The current GDP weighs in at about $14.3 trillion.  The National Debt is currently around 9.5 trillion, but if you count places where the US has borrowed from itself by defunding mandates, that is, borrowing from Social Security, Medicaid, and the like, the outstanding unpaid obligations stand at 59.1 trillion, according to Wikipedia.  In real terms, that equates to the entire output of the US economy running at wide-open throttle for over four years without so much as feeding ourselves or fueling the machinery we use to achieve that level of output.  Saying rather optimistically that we could split the difference, and live off of half of what we produce collectively, paying back what we owe would require eight solid years of slavery from the entire nation at full productivity.  It’s interesting to try to put it in some sense of perspective, but realistically, there is no scale on which the human mind can begin to understand those sorts of numbers.  If you try to talk about things we’re familiar with, like droplets of water in a swimming pool, at some point our brains will automatically make the switch, and begin thinking more and more about the pool, and less and less about the droplets.

That’s what we’ve failed to do with the debt, and what the powers that be are taking advantage of.  $700 billion will not be financed as part of the national debt, in the sense that someone will agree to donate some of their salary, or pick up some overtime, or sell a car.  $700 billion is not a number that an individual can comprehend on a daily basis.  It’s not something you can sell a car to afford, or go without extra cheese on your burger, or get an apartment so you can sell your house, or even a number that has any bearing on the amount of money you’ll make in a lifetime.  It won’t be added to your taxes, which is why most folks won’t complain.

It will be printed into existence.

In an electronic sense, a bank of infinite bounty, the Federal Reserve, will paperclip a check to an IOU and hand it to Uncle Sam, who will then cash it.  The same Federal Reserve will cash the check.  If it doesn’t have the cash on hand, it will print money on the spot to hand over.  The National obligation might be 59.1 trillion, but there are only a certain number of dollars in circulation, and a couple of them are in my pocket waiting to buy me lunch.  $700 billion in brand new money is going to dilute anything that claims to be a dollar, by also claiming to be real dollars.

My little girl’s lunch money will be taxed without ever leaving her pocket.  That money will pass briefly through the hands of the United States Treasury, and directly into the hands of several multimillionaire investors without so much as a thank you note.  And when I go to ask them to borrow some chump change so I can buy a house, and keep putting lunch money in my little girl’s pocket for them to keep taking little bits of, I’ll be denied.

What they’re going to achieve with this bailout is a massive run on dollars with breathtaking runaway inflation.  It’s nice to be on the Canadian border, so that I can get regular Canadian dollars, something a bit more stable.  If I stick dollars under my mattress for safekeeping, it won’t be the American ones.

Watch me get arrested for tax evasion for keeping my money in a Canadian cookie jar.

So I pledged to never again pray for something I should be figuring out on my own or with the help of real living breathing people around me.  Which is pretty much everything.  This has had an interesting impact on my problem solving techniques.  Actually, it feels a little bit like breaking up from a bad relationship.  Part of me is briefly, mildly tempted to go back to the status quo, to get all depressed and downtrodden, and go back for more of the same, while on balance I feel genuinely relieved that I never have to go through that cycle anymore.  Or put another way, I have surprisingly far more optimism in my own fallible inadequacy than I ever felt counting on a deity to come to my rescue when things got really bad.

After a bit of introspection, I’m stumped by an upcoming major decision, one that I would normally be tempted to “put in God’s hands” and avoid altogether, hoping for clear directions to coalesce from the patterns of the cosmos and guide me toward the path leading to a happy fulfilling life.  Instead, I’m facing head-on the question of how to decide upon a life-long mate.

Once upon a time, this would have been easy.  I once saw the hand of God when an attractive young lady looked my way, for I was accustomed to being a geek, being not particularly attention-worthy.  Surely it was divine intervention that caused us to come together, and I dove in headfirst and headlong to a relationship that ultimately ended poorly.  I can’t help but think it’s because it’s a huge life-long decision that I didn’t ponder rationally, or even from an intelligent position emotionally.

In school, I would have been astounded for one of the better-looking women to pay any flirtatious attention to me.  Now, they’re coming out of the woodwork.  Even being unaccustomed to this level of popularity, I can pretty quickly sort out those who will drive me crazy, and those who see a single father and assume I’d be willing to take care of someone who wishes to continue an extended childhood.

But what if you have two impressive candidates looking you right in the eye, neither of whom would be willing to waste time on someone they didn’t see a future with, both of whom are willing to throw in all their chips with yours?  How do you select a mate for life?  And since I haven’t the first clue, an atrophied thought process that I’ve stupidly abandoned in the past in favor of “taking it to the Lord”, who do I ask for help and guidance?

That’s when it becomes abundantly clear why I’m crippled in this way.  The first person I’d be tempted to ask would be my father.  And he’d tell me to take it to the Lord.  He’s equally as clueless as I am in this matter, and of no help.  And so far-reaching is the notion of suspending all judgement, that I’m not even sure who else to ask.

There’s the older woman, gorgeous with a perfect smile.  A bit nutty, I can’t help but wonder what kind of grit she’s got.  She lives with her mother and works part time doing landscaping and painting, apparently for spending money.  She seems to leave a frightening amount of her decision making up to her mom.

Then there’s the eye-candy friend from high school, with her absolutely fantastic face.  She’s got a fairly no-nonsense attitude, and is very physically attractive.

I think perhaps I already know where I want to go, and am just getting distracted by the youngster.  The girl I’ve been seeing for awhile has expressed a willingness to dive in headfirst, and an incredible capacity for loyalty.  I wonder about her grit, but she’s already mentioned her views on distraction with regards to paying attention to my kids.  Her healthy outlook could do me a lot of good.

I think I’ll grab some communion and toast to making big decisions on my own without the help of an invisible friend.