The Federal Reserve, announced a week or so ago, is
poised to inject $1.2 trillion (whatever that means) into the economy (whatever
that is).
Well it’s a big number, that’s for sure. And it’s
not as if we actually have it in an account somewhere, to transfer as we might
from some federal savings account to checking, nor are we taxing ourselves in
order to create it. God, or Heaven, or Bernanke forbid. There is no one forbidding and that’s probably
just as well, because the number and the event and its eventual outcome are all
fictions—works of the imagination.
I have some experience with that, as a writer of
fiction. But have rather none at all of
economics, but for standing up to my knees against the current of some eight
decades and trying to cast the fly of my own modest life in a way that might
bring security safely to the net. Security is a wary adversary these days and
not quite the farmed and eager fish of recent years.
But it will not work, this dynamiting the rivers of
opportunity with trillions. We chant the mantra of ‘too big to fail,’ while failure is upon us. The solutions that could
work are long-term and require patience, but we’re out of patience and we’re scared
and it’s getting dark and our boot is leaking. We elected Barack Obama to solve
it, no matter that the engines of our financial demise have been running
full-tilt for decades. Not able to solve it in this 1st quarter of
his presidency, our president’s stock may slip and his (and our) hopes for a
successful IPO may fail as well.
Probably will, which is a very long way from the
hopes of the Rush Limbaughs of America that it actually will fail, allowing conservatives another chance to dynamite the
pond. But we’re in for a long and difficult haul. We’re not yet halfway there.
The AIGs and the Bank of Americas and Goldman Sachs, who claim to have
underpinned our financial security in these frenetic decades are not too big to fail. Fail they will,
fail they must, to rid themselves of fraud and preserve what is worth keeping.
This online pitch comes up #2 if you Google “bank of
america customer base:”
Announcing
the Bank of America Preferred Real Estate Broker NetworkTM and the Bank of
America Real Estate CenterTM.
Bank
of America continues to reinvent the real estate partnership model by adding
cutting edge technology and innovation to our suite of business building
opportunities for real estate companies.
The
Bank of America Real Estate Center™ enables millions of our online banking
customers to connect with our Preferred Real Estate BrokersTM. Bank of America
has the largest online customer base of any financial services company
worldwide and is willing to leverage it to help our Preferred Real Estate
Brokers grow their bottom line.
They actually wrote that and promote it online. Does
that sound even remotely like the public interest is at stake? Bank of
America’s boldly stated willingness to
leverage is not even suggested as being in your or my interest, but instead
to help our Preferred Real Estate Brokers
grow their bottom line. I don’t know about you, but I have had my fill of
their preferred brokers bottom-feeding to grow their bottom line. I have
another suggestion for their bottoms and that is to toss them out into the
street and begin prosecution.
Too big to fail is phrasing directly from the swamp
of Wall Street, a non sequitur rivaling
- too fat for
a heart attack
- too good to
be true
- too
essential to be let go and
- too old to
die
The public interest is best served we are told, by
hooking an already addicted investment community to a seemingly endless
intravenous drip of public money. Just
because these trillions do not exist does not mean they are not ours to pay
off. The treachery of Wall Street got us used to the idea that the music
would never stop. The continuing treason of Congress whispers in our ear that
they (now) have the wisdom and character to steer beyond their own self
interest.
Time out for a moment as I lightly drop this fly on
the stream of gullibility and float it off in your direction: Does it make
sense to you that a Senator will spend $6-8 million (expanding toward $25-30
million) to get himself/herself elected to a position that pays a $169,300 annual
salary? None but the most credulous would swallow that. Bribes to Harry Reid in
the past five years totaled over $12 million. Chuck Schumer, that paradigm of
financial blowhardiness, sucked up more than $13 mil during the same period.
So, who’s to say no? Certainly not those with a line
in the water. Apparently not the paid-off legislators, Mark Twain’ famous ‘only native American criminal class.’
Twain and a pair of Roosevelt presidents fished in these same murky and
senselessly unregulated waters.
Yet here we are again
According to the gurus over at Wikipedia, “A wooden nickel, in the United States, is
wood token coin, which are usually issued by a merchant or bank as a promotion,
sometimes redeemable for a specific item such as a drink. Wooden nickels were
most commonly issued in the US in the 1930s, after the Great Depression.”
Investment ‘vehicles’ are
well named, invented as they are to drive off with your money. In case you
missed the point of the failure in the House of Representatives to pass Hank
Paulson’s giveaway to his former partners in crime over at Goldman Sachs, it
was to provide political cover for the coming election, while allowing the
Senate to unashamedly lard the legislation.
Pelosi, who has an absolute majority in the House,
said, “We were dealt a bad hand; we made
the most of it.” This witless Speaker of the House has made nothing but
excuses for the deplorable job she has done since the 2006 mid-term election
gave her what she wanted and cannot find a way to use—control.
Nice job, Mike. That certainly bails out the
auto-racing industry, which grosses more than any other organized sport and is
awash in profits. A friend of mine, just today, sent me a pretty good idea--that those in Congress be required to wear NASCAR-like uniforms, so we could readily see their sponsorship. I don't know the attribution, it's not original with him, but it's pretty accurate and (would be) funny if it didn't cleave so close to the bone.
It’s our cravings
that are at fault, the fraudsters on Wall Street bray. Consumers demanded cheap credit and we just didn’t
know what to do except provide it—even at the personal cost of having to take
those hundred million dollar salaries. They
made us do it, with their lifestyle demands. Wal-Mart wasn’t a scheme to
wreck Main Streets across America, centralize all the purchasing in the Walton
family private coffers—it was the cry of
manic consumer demand for Chinese TVs and toxic toys for the kids.
We had a gun at our head to create credit default swaps out of the whole
cloth that used to be collateralized lending. Remember when you went to your
bank for a loan? In those creaky old horse-and-buggy days, the banker wanted
some reasonable idea you were going to pay him back. He cared about such
things, because it was your (and his) neighbors’ money he was lending. Your
reputation might count for something back then, because he knew your reputation. But every month at the loan committee
meeting, you were smiled or frowned upon.
Texaco, Standard Oil or the department store merely
got angry with you, cancelled the card and hounded you into court. Visa,
MasterCard and the other big guys made a profit out of a great new business
opportunity. Why make 5% warehousing, transporting and selling a sofa, when you
can make three times that loaning out the money and the Congress of the United
States will enable the process.
So, the race was on and in four decades that race
essentially boarded up the Main Streets of small towns, outsourced our jobs to
the cheapest offshore producer, transformed us from the world’s largest lender
to the world’s biggest debtor, put college educations out of common reach,
changed the relationship between worker productivity and reward, busted the
unions, set off an advertising based feeding-frenzy of consumption and—now that
it has busted the bank—hands us both the bill and the blame.
Unlike your friendly neighborhood bank of forty
years ago, the new-age swindlers who arranged a home mortgage or line of credit
for the un-creditworthy, needed a place to offload the offal. Bingo,
derivatives were invented—not regulated, but invented—the not regulated part
was just another low and outside curve-ball lobbed to a well-fed and
well-paid-off Congress.
Rating agencies knew of
the stink and approved them AAA in spite of it, for (what else) money. Mortgage
bankers, investment bankers, rating agencies and insurers—essentially all the
guys looking for bailouts now—knew and collaborated and stirred the
conspiracy-pot for a classic RICO indictment.
A changing of the guard, in the form of General
Petraeus handing over the keys to General Odiermo, presages by a couple months
the changing of the guard in American politics. No one can really know, in
either case, what the outcome will be and/or whether it will be good for the
nation.
My gut tells me we have been on the wrong side of
strategic decisions from the get-go, because our president and vice-president
saw this as an awarding of democracy,
rather than a Yugoslav style imbroglio. Strong-men (as heads of state) leave
bitter rivalries and we need not look to dictatorships for example. Our own
near-shattered civic condition is the result of a near-dictatorship on the
national political scene.
Or not. We tend to see things as we would see them
instead of as they are, especially from the outside of cultures, the inside of
which we know very little. My personal
view, standing bravely in opposition to my president and his four-star general,
is that violence has gone down in Iraq because it suits the purposes of the
Sunni population to get us the hell out so they can climb back in the saddle.
We were desperate to show progress—any kind of progress to slow the troop
deaths and injuries. Those were described as ‘insurgent attacks,’ because it was politically untenable to call
them what they were. What they were was the Sunni army (which we had sent home and
pauperized) showing their anger at being sent home and pauperized. Additional
anger accrued to street hatreds against the new guys in power—those Islamists
who followed a different rightly-guided
caliph fourteen centuries ago.
In order to satisfy our desperation for progress, we
didn’t actually make progress, but redefined the enemy instead. A paper-victory
worthy of a paper-tiger. We took the guys from the streets that were bombing
us, renamed them Awakening Councils,
armed them to the teeth and suddenly they were no longer counted as insurgents,
but became partners against al Qaeda.
No wonder deaths went down, we partnered
with the insurgency. That’s an easy thing to do when you don’t actually
have a definition of al Qaeda forces and can move them around at will on the
chessboard that the Middle East has become.
Now, of course, we’re using that lessening of
violence to draw down our troops. We got into this war on false pretenses and
are planning to get out by sleight of hand as well. Petraeus is leaving for a
promotion. Odiermo is going to oversee our orderly withdrawal, everyone
stateside will breathe a sigh of relief, the troops are going to Afghanistan
and the fragile Iraqi coalition government is going to get its ass handed to
it.