By Paul Edwards
September
29, 2017 "Information
Clearing House"
- Empires die. Some abruptly, by cataclysmic
defeat and destruction; most in stages, over
years, decades. Our own meltdown--early in the
fantasized “New American Century”--will not be
exceptional... unlike our arrogance.
When human injury results in
coma, a victim is assessed on the Glasgow Coma
Scale. Eye function, and sound and motion
capability, indicate if death is imminent or
not.
Empires’ ends are unpredictable,
but three criteria seem determinant: military
overreach, state insolvency, and economic
inequity.
Our overreach is obvious,
ridiculous, and inalterable: our criminal
economy demands it. America attacks, invades,
and destroys so our murderous war machine can
engorge itself on wealth extracted from our own
blood and marrow.
Our State--absolutely insolvent,
existing on loans--runs a giant shell game using
keystroke fiat money on nations so gigantically
bankrupt, so utterly captive, that they have to
accept the wildly bogus dollar’s value or crash
and burn.
Economic inequity is at a level
unmatched in any empire since Ninevah and all
financial levers work to increase it.
So then, for America, is it all
over but the shouting?
Or can this absurdly precarious
condition continue? It probably can, until a
Black Swan event roars out of the dark and
sweeps the whole moribund structure away.
So, an clumsily provoked war,
perhaps, against a real adversary, not one of
the tiny, poor, primitive “enemies” that
routinely stalemate our glitzy war machine. Or
a category 5 typhoon of 200 trillion in
derivatives that blows Wall Street’s house
down?
A “people’s revolution”..? Nah.
The unique feature of our Empire
may be the stunning contrast between its
ponderous material might and the imbecility of
its human owners. Wherever one looks in the
stratosphere of American authority, instead of
wisdom and probity there is rabid vacuity or
what-me-worry bufoonery.
Our President is the incarnation
of infantile autism. His Braindead Trust of
dotty warlords are brass boobs with the
intellectual acuity of ventriloquists’ dummies.
His cabinet is a looney gaggle of retro clowns
and Snerd goofuses, embarrassing even to that
stumblebum Congress of sociopathic criminals and
defectives that confirmed them.
And the Goldberg Machine of US
Empire churns on. And so it goes, as Vonnegut
said. In his view humans were put on earth to
fart around, and this seems certain in our
case.
But listen! The sound you hear
behind the idiocy of official fake news is the
tectonic rumble of imperial earthquake.
