The Dogs of Growth

SOURCE: David Ward (ward.david7@gmail.com) SUBHEAD: We passed where all had access to economic prosperity, in our zero-sum world gains by a few are losses to the many. By Steve Ludlum on 11 September 2011 for Economic Undertow - (http://www.economic-undertow.com/2011/09/11/dogs-of-growth) Image above: Hawaiian fern workshoppers pose in front of the CCC Camp at Koke'e State Park, Kauai. From (http://www.flickr.com/photos/hawaiianferns/5035575954/lightbox/). Hard to predict the future, harder still to observe directly what is taking place in plain sight. On Thursday night, Americans could watch the sad spectacle of President begging the industrial elite to provide a job or two for some lucky winners.

… so that the management can claim a few months from now to have created millions of new jobs.

Why doesn’t the government simply create the jobs and leave off the begging? The begging does not build confidence in the government’s ability to solve problems which undermines the economy.

When FDR took office, he immediately commenced a massive revitalization of the nation’s economy. In response to the depression that hung over the nation in the early 1930s, President Roosevelt created many programs designed to put Americans back to work.

Roosevelt was not interested in the dole. He was was determined, rather, to preserve the pride of American workers in their own ability to earn a living, so he concentrated on creating jobs.

In his first 100 days in office, President Roosevelt approved several measures as part of his “New Deal,” including the Emergency Conservation Work Act (ECW), better known as the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC). With that action, he brought together the nation’s young men and the land in an effort to save them both. Roosevelt proposed to recruit thousands of unemployed young men, enlist them in a peacetime army, and send them to battle the erosion and destruction of the nation’s natural resources. More than any other New Deal agency, the CCC is considered to be an extension of Roosevelt’s personal philosophy.

The speed with which the plan moved through proposal, authorization, implementation, and operation was certainly a miracle of cooperation among all the agencies and branches of the federal government. From FDR’s inauguration on March 4, 1933, to the induction of the first CCC enrollee, only 37 days had elapsed.

Revitalization and reforestation

The CCC, also known as Roosevelt’s Tree Army, was credited with renewing the nation’s decimated forests by planting an estimated three billion trees from 1933 to 1942. This was crucial, especially in states affected by the Dust Bowl, where reforestation was necessary to break the wind, hold water in the soil, and hold the soil in place. So far reaching was the CCC’s reforestation program that it was responsible for more than half the reforestation, public and private, accomplish in the nation’s history.

Heaven forbid that the leadership would reach back into the past and adopt a strategy that actually worked and was popular! It isn’t necessary to be inventive, only to know how to read.

The establishment suggests more stimulus, more money to be spent on infrastructure, the government gambles at casinos in Las Vegas. The economists insist what matters is final demand, which only government can provide, to ‘prime the pump’ and let slip the dogs of growth.

When the dogs eat the unemployed and nature it is a necessary part of the process …

What the economists purposefully ignore is that we have an energy crisis which translates into a debt and finance crisis. Adding spending presses the price of fuel higher which constrains spending elsewhere. Fixing the infrastructure — which means adding traffic lanes the highways — pushes the fuel price as well. Meanwhile, ‘austerity’ or cutting back on the spending does not work either, as cutting spending or ‘demand destruction’ is the natural outcome of higher fuel prices.

America natural infrastructure desperately needs to be ‘upgraded’. Our fire-scarred, bug-eaten forests, over-fertilized croplands, polluted watersheds, exhausted aquifers, brownfields and mining ‘waste areas’ cry out for remediation. The establishment prefers to leave these areas for the Leprechauns to address and for millions of jobless to rot.

The Gov could start with a million working in the watersheds and forests then ‘hire’ a million new (organic) farmers and give them the tools to succeed. In America, good land is held fallow by speculators waiting for the next wave of tract houses. This wave will never arrive, yet young Americans yearn to become farmers. The barriers to entry are too high, where is the president?

A million farmers means a million farm families and new businesses in farm towns along with new markets for the food produced on these new farms. America would pin losses from failed real estate speculations onto those responsible, the speculators themselves. America would also trade away the costs of destructive industrial agriculture for a more diverse, engaged and energetic farm population using better tools. Multiple problems would be addressed at once: new farmers would be employed giving young Americans a useful and creative future. A secure source of healthy food for the nation would be created free from petroleum dependence and the agricultural heartland’s towns would be brought back to life.

More farmers would require more suppliers of goods needed by farmers as well as more markets for farmers’ goods. The suppliers, the goods and the markets would all represent new jobs. What is wrong with this picture? Skimpy profits to ‘McMultinational Business Inc.’ and the losses to politically connected land speculators, that’s what!

Industrial agriculture replaces human labor — and farm craft — with petroleum, concentrating profits in fewest hands at the same time. Eradicating competition and harvesting subsidies is how commodity farmers become wealthy. During the Depression, twenty percent of Americans lived on farms and worked within agriculture. Money profits were small but ‘food profits’ were high. The large farm sector allowed Americans to endure hard times with some comfort and dignity. As it is currently structured, agriculture cannot absorb large numbers of new workers. Two percent live on farms and earn a living from the soil. The sector is not diverse enough to provide food security in the event of an ‘input failure’ such as a shortage of diesel fuel, a blight or a climate ‘event’.

Organic foodstuffs grown close to markets save energy while allowing for higher quality food. Energy saving by intent or accident is underway yet the establishment is in denial. Industrial dinosaurs are structured around automotive convenience and the constant availability of genetically modified, tasteless ‘food-like chum’ obtained from the lowest bidder. Because this status quo is ‘bankable’ and immediate profits can be leveraged from both the government and finance, alternatives are ignored.

The aggregated trillions in subsidies directed at Soviet-style agribusiness are posted as ‘sunk capital’. This capital is stranded by the ongoing movement toward small-scale agriculture. Too bad, the ‘cost horse’ is already out of the barn: agribusiness does not recognize it is already stranded by $115 crude along with its customers. The status quo feels compelled to throw more good billions after bad: if you don’t succeed, try, try again!

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”| – Albert Einstein

Saving billions: the president and Congress at negligible taxpayer expense could make it illegal for a company to patent living organisms which are the product of nature, not company legal departments. The US also could also join the rest of the world and require labels for gm food and other crops. Taking these kinds of ‘provocative’ steps would upset cartels that profit at the expense of food consumers who cannot determine what sorts of poisons they are buying in the grocery store.

Eliminating subsidies for agribusiness would place costs where they belong: onto the business itself. It would also eliminate some of the cost advantage of the parasitic fast food industry.

Saving billions: the US medical rackets benefit directly from fast food consumed by ill-informed Americans: a fortune is spent every year by taxpayers on elder- and chronic care for millions of unhappy, malnourished Americans.

Saving billions and saving energy at the same time: the president could hire Americans in the tens of thousands to build needed transit across the country. Here is lifetime employment at modest money cost along with a large energy gain. Every watt not used is a nameplate watt gained in new generating capacity. The president wishes to reward layers of corrupt highway contractors who hire machines to do the actual work … and the handful of lottery winners to run the machines. Transit is ignored because it is ‘old fashioned’ and the auto and energy industries have commandeered policy. What real American cares about conserving energy or other resources?

Instead of subsidizing small farmers and putting people to work, the US subsidizes Dead Space Two!

As the establishment bumbles along, there is a sense of dread, of unspeakable forces aligning themselves … to give wasteful and foolish America a well-deserved beating:

"Finally, we’re coming to a consensus about what’s wrong with the economy. It’s us. And our bad attitude." – Gail Collins (NY Times)

Ben Bernanke says we’re too depressed. On Thursday, the Fed chairman suggested that consumers have an irrationally negative worldview.

“Even taking into account the many financial pressures that they face, households seem exceptionally cautious,” he told an audience in Minnesota, where the Twins are in last place, attendance at the state fair was way down and the state’s best-known elected official is Michele Bachmann. Also, star hockey player Dustin Byfuglien was arrested on Lake Minnetonka on suspicion of boating while intoxicated.

Meanwhile overseas, Christine Lagarde, the managing director of the International Monetary Fund, expressed concern that “the world is collectively suffering from a crisis of confidence.” Which is not helped by the fact that nobody can hear the words “International Monetary Fund” without thinking sleazy French pol in a hotel room with the maid.

On Friday, President Obama told Americans to “shake off all the naysaying and the anxiety and the hand-wringing.” He is on the road, following up on the big jobs speech he gave before Congress. It got a pretty good reaction, which would probably have been even more positive if the television broadcasts had not been interspersed with reports that Homeland Security was searching for a trio of terrorist truckers.

The establishment is unwilling to face reality, cannot describe our problems accurately, and lies to itself and everyone else about solutions. Even as it refuses to articulate exactly what is wrong and where, the sense of futility on the one hand and frustration with that futility is palpable. The establishment keeps trotting out the same tired restatements of fealty to ‘Business as Usual’ interspersed with the car ads.

Meanwhile, the establishment is compromised by those it stands to regulate: mention ‘IMF’ and what comes to mind isn’t the l’Opera Bouffe of manager and maid but draconian finance regimes imposed on captive ‘clients’ by rapacious bankers. These are the same forces that the establishment seeks to set loose like dogs upon ordinary Americans … media wonders where is the confidence?

Confidence as in game: Americans were confident ‘back in the day’ when everyone had their own ‘equal opportunity’ finance rackets and ponzi schemes. Think ‘housing bubble’: inflated when trailer trash became house flippers by way of subprime mortgages: with these gone what sort of confidence remains? The answer is the thin gruel pimped to the desperate from the Lotto machine at the 7-Eleven … The establishment’s unwillingness to act directly to support workers at honest labor implies a nationwide shortage of pot farmers and meth labs. The establishment convinces itself those booted out of the above-ground economy will simply vanish or find places within the private charity vortex, content with food stamps.

Fat chance of that. The people line up to take their places within the large and growing underground economy. National ruin is at hand when mafias and biker gangs offer more business opportunities than do bankers and politicians.

This is what our energy budget leaves us. The inflection point has been passed where all had access to economic prosperity, in our zero-sum world gains by a few are losses to the many.

… with not enough left over to feed the dogs.

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Japan to stop Geiger Counter use

SOURCE: Brad Parsons (mauibrad@hotmail.com) SUBHEAD: That citizens measure here and there with cheap Geiger counters (that offer loose numerical values) has to be stopped!  

By Staff on 13 September 2011 for ENE News -  
(http://enenews.com/report-japan-govt-trying-stop-citizens-radiation-measurements-nhk)

 
\Image above: Massive protests breakout in Japan over nuclear radiation cover--up. From (http://blog.alexanderhiggins.com/2011/05/26/diy-inexpensive-usb-gieger-counter-hack-measure-japan-nuclear-radiation-23008/).
 
On this morning’s NHK “Sunday Debate” program, Liberal Democratic Party (LDP) Secretary-General Nobuteru Ishihara stated,
“Geiger counters costing between 40,000 and 50,000 yen ($500-600) provide patchy measurements. We have to try and stop citizens from taking their own radiation measurements.”
It seems that he really doesn’t like the fact that citizens are taking their own radiation readings. Even if the figures are patchy, the measurements still tell us correctly whether the radiation level is high or low.
Ishihara stated in the Sunday discussion of NHK:
“That citizens measure here and there with cheap Geiger counters (that offer loose numerical values) has to be stopped!”
and added:
“Citizens have instruments to measure radiation and take measurements (without proper maintenance). I will stop that ”


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Abercrombie Land Grab

SOURCE: Elaine Dunbar (inunyabus@gmail.com)
SUBHEAD: Abercrombie signed a proclamation suspending statutes protecting the environment, historic sites, public access.  

Comment by Ken Taylor on 13 September 2011 in IslandBreath - 
(http://islandbreath.blogspot.com/2011/09/abercrombie-land-grab.html)

  
Image above: Sand sculpture of a land grab. From (http://farmlandgrab.org/8833).

Earlier today, on The Carroll Cox Show, it was revealed that on June 14, 2011, Governor Neil Abercrombie signed a proclamation suspending a host of state statutes protecting the environment, historic sites, public access to recreation areas, and environmental policies. Basically, the governor declared a state of emergency and suspended a broad set of laws so the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers can look for and blow up old munitions at will. This is cause for alarm. Now, under the suspension of the statutes, the governor is free to do anything he wants with state resources without consulting anyone. http://hawaii.gov/gov/newsroom/executive-orders/GovsProclamation061511.pdf (See pages 6 - 8)

After a source alerted The Carroll Cox Show, we recovered the proclamation from the Governor's website and became quite concerned about the scope of powers it gave Hawaii's governor, as well as what it took away from the citizens. To view the proclamation, and for more information, go to Carroll's website and radio show for September 11, 2011, at (http://carrollcox.com/Show091111.htm) You may also contact Carroll at 808-782-6627.  

Comment
This is an outrageous un-democratic action taken by Governor Abercrombie. When considered within the context of Senate Bill 1555 that created the Public Land Development Corporation, it is clear that there’s something really rotten going on with the Abercrombie administration and state Democratic Party leaders. Please call his office at 808-586-0034 or e-mail him at gov.contact@hawaii.gov and tell the Governor to rescind this dangerous precedent against Hawaiian democratic institutions. .

Maui GMO Labeling Bill

SUBHEAD: Oral and written testimony is needed from Maui residents on GMO food labeling bill.  

By Mandala Ethnic on 12 September 2011 thru Email -  
(MandalaEthnicArts@maui.net)
   
Image above: GMO Food. What it looks like isn't what it is. From (http://sourgrapeblog.com/2011/07/14/why-you-should-avoid-genetically-modified-food).

Below you will find helpful information regarding written and oral testimony. Thank you for participating in this empowering opportunity. ORAL TESTIMONY Please be present and offer 3 min. of oral testimony Wed. Sept. 14, arrive at 8:30am to sign up for 9am policy committee hearing AND/OR email testimony submitted by 9am, Tues. Sept.13. Full details below! Wednesday, Sept 14th, 8:30am - 10am 8th floor of the Kalana O Maui Building 200 S High St # 703, Wailuku, Maui

PLEASE NOTE WRITTEN TESTIMONY IS DUE 24 HOURS BEFORE POLICY COMMITTEE HEARING.

I have found it most effective if one sends in written testimony AND comes to testify in person when time allows. This gives you ample time to express yourself in written testimony including any research references and then focusing on key points during the 3 minutes allotted for oral.

RESOLUTION SECTION 1. Chapter 328, Hawaii Revised Statutes, is amended by adding a new section to be appropriately designated and to read as follows: B328- Genetically engineered material; labeling requirement. Ramoda Anand and his assistant, Tiffany helped introduce a GMO labeling bill and it needs your support!!!

TO VIEW A COPY OF THE PROPOSED RESOLUTION visit this link: (https://www.facebook.com/groups/147568151924562/doc/?id=270313732983336)

ORAL TESTIMONY The Council shall receive oral testimony first from persons whose testimony forms are submitted prior to the convening of the meeting. Initially, three (3) minutes will be granted on each item, and at the discretion of the Council Chair, an additional minute may be granted to conclude the testimony; or an additional three (3) minutes on each item will be granted to those who are unable to conclude their testimony, after all others desiring to speak have been heard. Thereafter, persons whose testimony forms are submitted after the meeting convenes, but before the testimony portion ends, will be allowed to present oral testimony for three minutes on each item. The Chair may grant an additional minute to conclude the testimony.

WRITTEN TESTIMONY IN PERSON
If written testimony is submitted at the meeting, 15 copies are requested. If written testimony is e-mailed or faxed (808-270-7171), please submit at least 24 hours before the meeting so that copies can be provided to Council Members in a timely manner.

BY SNAIL MAIL
Written testimony must be received 24 HOURS BEFORE MEETING.

Please mail to: Policy Committee Kalana O Maui Building 200 S High St # 703, Wailuku, Maui BY EMAIL Please email to: pol.committee@mauicounty.us Here is a format you may follow (copy and paste):
Aug. 15, 2011 Dear Policy Chair, G. Riki Hokama and Members of the Policy Committee. My name is .
I am a resident of Maui County. Please approve the following Resolution: POL-3(3) HAWAII STATE ASSOCIATION OF COUNTIES (HSAC) (2012 HSAC LEGISLATIVE PACKAGE) 3. A proposed resolution entitled "APPROVING FOR INCLUSION IN THE 2012 HAWAII STATE ASSOCIATION OF COUNTIES LEGISLATIVE PACKAGE A STATE BILL REQUIRING THE LABELING OF GENETICALLY ENGINEERED FOOD PRODUCTS". The purpose of the proposed resolution is to approve for inclusion in the HSAC Legislative Package a State bill to require the labeling of genetically engineered food products sold in the State. (Then express why you feel it is important to label GMO and why you support this Resolution.) Thank you~ (your name) (your address)
"The Bill, regarding GMO labeling, is a proposed Bill from the Maui County Council to the Hawaii State Association of Counties, for inclusion in their StatePackage.

If this Bill makes it through review by each respective County (Maui, Oahu, Kauai and Hawaii), it will then be supported by all 4 Counties throughout the State, and adopted as part of the HSAC STATE PACKAGE, for this upcoming Legislative Session. This action now puts the list of Bills before the State Legislature for consideration and possible adoption."

Message from Courtney~ I am very happy to be working with Ramoda. Please know that we all are making a difference! Every phone call made, testimony, conversation, intention, video viewed and/or posted is spreading awareness about this GMO's and our RIGHT TO KNOW.

Labeling is ESSENTIAL as well as not buying products that contain GMO's. Here are 2 VIDEOS to SPREAD WIDELY~  

This is Jeffrey Smith talking about some facts about G.M.O. food and why Monsanto is hiding the truth from the American people using our F.D.A. to do it. You are probably eating G.M.O.s or animals that have consumed G.M.O. grain and over time this can be doing cumulative damage to you and your children's health.  


Video above: Austin Robyn O'Brien on food at TED Conference. From (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rixyrCNVVGA)

Robyn shares her personal story and how it inspired her current path as a "Real Food" evangelist. Grounded in a successful Wall Street career that was more interested in food as good business than good-for-you, this mother of four was shaken awake by the dangerous allergic reaction of one of her children to a "typical" breakfast. Her mission to unearth the cause revealed more about the food industry than she could stomach, and impelled her to share her findings with others. Informative and inspiring.

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Seeing Stars

SUBHEAD: Huitzilopochtli would like these times - with a bad moon rising and plenty of fresh meat everywhere. By James Kunstler on 12 September 2011 for Kunstler.com - (http://kunstler.com/blog/2011/09/seeing-stars.html) Image above: Mash-up of Huitzilopochtli shilling for TGI Poppers by Juan Wilson from illustration at (http://el-walrok.deviantart.com/art/huitzilopochtli-149789664). I don't want to be party pooper, but is it possible that all the 9/11 remembrance hoopla was a kind of weekend refuge from reality for this psychologically spavined nation? Memorializing is easy; acting resolutely in the here-and-now is another matter. To me, the various 9/11 doings that radiated out over the media gave off an indecent odor of triumphalism - a correspondent of mine referred to it as "self-important histrionics." We seem to put on these shows because we don't know what else to do, and because the only truly effective homegrown industry left in the USA is public relations, the business of making your own reality.
The trouble is that reality accepts no substitutes (as the old ad jingle goes). It does its thing regardless of whether you acknowledge it or not. I was in Mexico City mid-week and sojourned behind the Zocolo at the ruins of the Templo Mayor, headquarters of the New World's champion people-eater, Huitzilopochtli, a bad-ass muthafucka of a god if ever there was one. The Aztecs had everything going for them except their reality, at the center of which was this bloodthirsty hallucinated monster demanding fresh beating hearts by the hundred-weight. And so, consumed by this insane myth, a half a million of them allowed themselves to be destroyed by three hundred adventurers from Spain.
Strange to relate, the environs of the ruined pyramid was the most tranquil spot in the entire super-gigantic permanent catastrophe of Mexico City. Old Huitzee would like these times, I thought: a bad moon rising and plenty of fresh meat everywhere. The way the stars were lining up, a pitiless deity could really get his mojo on. It made my skin crawl, I hardly know where to start this week.
I'll yield to the obvious, then, and turn to President Obama's jobs speech. I don't believe for a minute that it added up to much beyond more political game-playing - although there is more than one game being played judging by the knuckleballs and downfield juke-moves displayed by Mr. O. You can throw in some rope-a-dope, too, since the main objective was to make a virtue out of weakness. So, the Republican-dominated congress will pass a few fragments of the proposals (probably some tax cuts and maybe even unemployment extensions) but they'll wrinkle their noses at everything else and the result will barely make a difference - given the nature of this economy, which is having its Thelma and Louise moment. Obama will claim that the nation was gyped, and the Republicans will claim that they were just following the orders of party chairman the Hon. Jesus H. Christ.
None of them has a clue that reality has other plans for the US economy, which is to contract, de-globalize, downscale, and go local. That so-called economy they're trying to bring back? It's gone, baby, gone. I saw the remnants of it in the supermarket yesterday afternoon, endless freezer displays of unbelievable food-like shit such as TGI Fridays frozen fried cheddar-stuffed jalepeno poppers and something called "Rattlesnake Pasta." What kind of people are we? Is Huitzilopochtli behind all this, fattening us up for the alter? The fact that chili peppers are involved makes me suspicious. Anyway, this trip to the supermarket was like a visit to some unholy museum. A lot of the stuff behind those glass freezer doors I'd never actually noticed before, and surely never imagined in my wildest Iron Chef fantasies. In a few years, when the US public has become accustomed to a diet of cabbage soup and corn-pone, the memory of all that will astonish us.
As to Mr. Obama's delivery, I wish he would give up that little vocal trick he employs of constricting his windpipe so as to sound extra-special sincere. In fact, every time he puts that phony voice on, I discount what he is saying, such as you would if listening to a speech by Pinocchio and seeing his nose grow at every utterance. The non-entity former governor of New York, George Pataki, who mounted a seventeen-minute campaign for president a month or so ago, also favored that speech-delivery trick. All it accomplished was to make him look like he was straining himself to appear authentic. Note that the most self-consciously clueless political podcasters in the whole pod-world, the jokers at The New Yorker Magazine's podcast, gave Obama super props on delivery. For them, it was all about public relations, of course. They have no idea what kind of economy is greeting us in reality. Not your grandpa's Wheel of Fortune Rotary Club extravaganza, I assure you, Rick Hertzberg and Ryan Lizza. They're thrilled that Mr. Obama may finally be getting John Maynard Keynes right. OMG....
The stars are lined up now pointing straight at the tragic heart of Europe. I really don't quite see how the Euro currency gets through to the end of this week. German government officials are making noises about an orderly bankruptcy in Greece. What do they mean by that? Does Greece walk into its lawyer's office with a tidy list of assets for sale? Say, the Parthenon, assorted caryatids, the contents of the Thessalonica Country Club's trophy cabinet, and Uncle Nikos's fabulous stamp collection? I don't think so. More likely, you can expect an unholy shit-storm of credit default swaps setting every bank in the OCED (and few outside it) on fire, and by extension every executive mansion, until you turn around on Saturday morning and the world's currency system looks like an incinerated slice of smoldering wonder bread. It was a wonder that the Euro nations could keep their end of this unholy racket going as long as they did, since their constitution doesn't even allow bail-outs, period. Anyway, it is nowhere recorded in the annals of Bernal Diaz or the Aztec codexes that Huitzilopochtli liked sandwiches. He was a straight-up barbeque deity, though a little molé on the side goes nicely with a plate of human thigh.
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We Are What We Loathe

SOURCE: Shannon Rudolph (shannonkona@gmail.com) SUBHEAD: The shock of 911 demanded stories of heroism, courage, self-sacrifice and generosity, not collective suicide. By Chris Hedges on 11 September 2011 for TruthDig - (http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/nationalism_in_the_aftermath_of_9_11_20110910/) Image above: A man jumps from the north tower of the World Trade before it collapses. Photo by Richard Drew in original article. From (http://visualoutcry.com/?cat=102&paged=2).

I arrived in Times Square around 9:30 on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. A large crowd was transfixed by the huge Jumbotron screens. Billows of smoke could be seen on the screens above us, pouring out of the two World Trade towers. Two planes, I was told by people in the crowd, had plowed into the towers. I walked quickly into the New York Times newsroom at 229 W. 43rd St., grabbed a handful of reporter’s notebooks, slipped my NYPD press card, which would let me through police roadblocks, around my neck, and started down the West Side Highway to the World Trade Center. The highway was closed to traffic. I walked through knots of emergency workers, police and firemen. Fire trucks, emergency vehicles, ambulances, police cars and rescue trucks idled on the asphalt.

The south tower went down around 10 a.m. with a guttural roar. Huge rolling gray clouds of noxious smoke, dust, gas, pulverized concrete, gypsum and the grit of human remains enveloped lower Manhattan. The sun was obscured. The north tower collapsed about 30 minutes later. The dust hung like a shroud over Manhattan.

I headed toward the spot where the towers once stood, passing dazed, ashen and speechless groups of police officers and firefighters. I would pull out a notebook to ask questions and no sounds would come out of their mouths. They forlornly shook their heads and warded me away gently with their hands. By the time I arrived at Ground Zero it was a moonscape; whole floors of the towers had collapsed like an accordion. I pulled out pieces of paper from one floor, and a few feet below were papers from 30 floors away. Small bits of human bodies—a foot in a woman’s shoe, a bit of a leg, part of a torso—lay scattered amid the wreckage.

Scores of people, perhaps more than 200, pushed through the smoke and heat to jump to their deaths from windows that had broken or they had smashed. Sometimes they did this alone, sometimes in pairs. But it seems they took turns, one body cascading downward followed by another. The last acts of individuality. They fell for about 10 seconds, many flailing or replicating the motion of swimmers, reaching 150 miles an hour. Their clothes and, in a few cases, their improvised parachutes made from drapes or tablecloths shredded. They smashed into the pavement with unnerving, sickening thuds. Thump. Thump. Thump. Those who witnessed it were particularly shaken by the sounds the bodies made on impact.

The images of the “jumpers” proved too gruesome for the TV networks. Even before the towers collapsed, the falling men and women were censored from live broadcasts. Isolated pictures appeared the next day in papers, including The New York Times, and then were banished. The mass suicide, one of the most pivotal and important elements in the narrative of 9/11, was expunged. It remains expunged from public consciousness.

The “jumpers” did not fit into the myth the nation demanded. The fate of the “jumpers” said something so profound, so disturbing, about our own fate, smallness in the universe and fragility that it had to be banned. The “jumpers” illustrated that there are thresholds of suffering that elicit a willing embrace of death. The “jumpers” reminded us that there will come, to all of us, final moments when the only choice will be, at best, how we will choose to die, not how we are going to live. And we can die before we physically expire.

The shock of 9/11, however, demanded images and stories of resilience, redemption, heroism, courage, self-sacrifice and generosity, not collective suicide in the face of overwhelming hopelessness and despair.

Reporters in moments of crisis become clinicians. They collect data, facts, descriptions, basic information, and carry out interviews as swiftly as possible. We make these facts fit into familiar narratives. We do not create facts but we manipulate them. We make facts conform to our perceptions of ourselves as Americans and human beings. We work within the confines of national myth. We make journalism and history a refuge from memory.

The pretense that mass murder and suicide can be transformed into a tribute to the victory of the human spirit was the lie we all told to the public that day and have been telling ever since. We make sense of the present only through the lens of the past, as the French philosopher Maurice Halbwachs pointed out, recognizing that “our conceptions of the past are affected by the mental images we employ to solve present problems, so that collective memory is essentially a reconstruction of the past in the light of the present. … Memory needs continuous feeding from collective sources and is sustained by social and moral props.”

I returned that night to the newsroom hacking from the fumes released by the burning asbestos, jet fuel, lead, mercury, cellulose and construction debris. I sat at my computer, my thin paper mask still hanging from my neck, trying to write and catch my breath. All who had been at the site that day were noticeable in the newsroom because they were struggling for air. Most of us were convulsed by shock and grief.

There would soon, however, be another reaction. Those of us who were close to the epicenters of the 9/11 attacks would primarily grieve and mourn. Those who had some distance would indulge in the growing nationalist cant and calls for blood that would soon triumph over reason and sanity. Nationalism was a disease I knew intimately as a war correspondent. It is anti-thought. It is primarily about self-exaltation. The flip side of nationalism is always racism, the dehumanization of the enemy and all who appear to question the cause. The plague of nationalism began almost immediately. My son, who was 11, asked me what the difference was between cars flying small American flags and cars flying large American flags.

“The people with the really big flags are the really big assholes,” I told him.

The dead in the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania were used to sanctify the state’s lust for war. To question the rush to war became to dishonor our martyrs. Those of us who knew that the attacks were rooted in the long night of humiliation and suffering inflicted by Israel on the Palestinians, the imposition of our military bases in the Middle East and in the brutal Arab dictatorships that we funded and supported became apostates. We became defenders of the indefensible. We were apologists, as Christopher Hitchens shouted at me on a stage in Berkeley, “for suicide bombers.”

Because few cared to examine our activities in the Muslim world, the attacks became certified as incomprehensible by the state and its lap dogs, the press. Those who carried out the attacks were branded as rising out of a culture and religion that was at best primitive and probably evil. The Quran—although it forbids suicide as well as the murder of women and children—was painted as a manual for fanaticism and terror. The attackers embodied the titanic clash of civilizations, the cosmic battle under way between good and evil, the forces of light and darkness.

Images of the planes crashing into the towers and heroic rescuers emerging from the rubble were played and replayed. We were deluged with painful stories of the survivors and victims. The deaths and falling towers became iconographic. The ceremonies of remembrance were skillfully hijacked by the purveyors of war and hatred. They became vehicles to justify doing to others what had been done to us. And as innocents died here, soon other innocents began to die in the Muslim world. A life for a life. Murder for murder. Death for death. Terror for terror.

What was played out in the weeks after the attacks was the old, familiar battle between force and human imagination, between the crude instruments of violence and the capacity for empathy and understanding. Human imagination lost. Coldblooded reason, which does not speak the language of the imagination, won. We began to speak and think in the empty, mindless nationalist clichés about terror that the state handed to us.

We became what we abhorred. The deaths were used to justify pre-emptive war, invasion, Shock and Awe, prolonged occupation, targeted assassinations, torture, offshore penal colonies, gunning down families at checkpoints, massive aerial bombardments, drone attacks, missile strikes and the killing of dozens and soon hundreds and then thousands and later tens of thousands and finally hundreds of thousands of innocent people. We produced piles of corpses in Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan, and extended the reach of our killing machine to Yemen and Somalia.

And by beatifying our dead, by cementing into the national psyche fear and the imperative of permanent war, and by stoking our collective humiliation, the state carried out crimes, atrocities and killings that dwarfed anything carried out against us on 9/11. The best that force can do is impose order. It can never elicit harmony. And force was justified, and is still justified, by the first dead. Ten years later these dead haunt us like Banquo’s ghost.

“It is the first death which infects everyone with the feelings of being threatened,” wrote Elias Canetti. “It is impossible to overrate the part played by the first dead man in the kindling of wars. Rulers who want to unleash war know very well that they must procure or invent a first victim. It needs not be anyone of particular importance, and can even be someone quite unknown. Nothing matters except his death; and it must be believed that the enemy is responsible for this. Every possible cause of his death is suppressed except one: his membership of the group to which one belongs oneself.”

We were unable to accept the reality of this anonymous slaughter. We were unable because it exposed the awful truth that we live in a morally neutral universe where human life, including our life, can be snuffed out in senseless and random violence. It showed us that there is no protection, not from God, fate, luck, omens or the state.

We have still not woken up to whom we have become, to the fatal erosion of domestic and international law and the senseless waste of lives, resources and trillions of dollars to wage wars that ultimately we can never win. We do not see that our own faces have become as contorted as the faces of the demented hijackers who seized the three commercial jetliners a decade ago. We do not grasp that Osama bin Laden’s twisted vision of a world of indiscriminate violence and terror has triumphed. The attacks turned us into monsters, grotesque ghouls, sadists and killers who drop bombs on village children and waterboard those we kidnap, strip of their rights and hold for years without due process. We acted before we were able to think. And it is the satanic lust of violence that has us locked in its grip.

As Wordsworth wrote:

Action is transitory—a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle—this way or that— ’Tis done; and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed: Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.

We could have gone another route. We could have built on the profound sympathy and empathy that swept through the world following the attacks. The revulsion over the crimes that took place 10 years ago, including in the Muslim world, where I was working in the weeks and months after 9/11, was nearly universal.

The attacks, if we had turned them over to intelligence agencies and diplomats, might have opened possibilities not of war and death but ultimately reconciliation and communication, of redressing the wrongs that we commit in the Middle East and that are committed by Israel with our blessing. It was a moment we squandered.

Our brutality and triumphalism, the byproducts of nationalism and our infantile pride, revived the jihadist movement. We became the radical Islamist movement’s most effective recruiting tool. We descended to its barbarity. We became terrorists too. The sad legacy of 9/11 is that the assholes, on each side, won.

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911 Aftermath - Our Self Defeat

SUBHEAD: Forget about 911. Welcome to the real world. More serious events await us down the road. By Juan Wilson on 11 September 2011 for Island Breath - (http://islandbreath.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-aftermath-america-defeats-itself.html) Image above: Second plane hits WTC tower 2 on 911. Photo by Lyle Owerko. From (http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1000761,00.html). I bring myself to this task with no pleasure. All the emotional regret, anger, and frustration that will be stirred up with the 10th anniversary of the plane attacks on New York and Washington is still too close to the event: The waters are still roiling with currents, dimmed by churning sediment, and dangerous with sharp debris. What has become clear to me is that the American Century was the 20th Century and not the 21st. Our national agencies, operated by selected representatives, have become ineffectual, or worse - corrupt. Institutions like the multifaceted national press, meant to protect the truth in our system, are owned by a few a entertainment media conglomerates. Franchised corporate spaces dominate what was once the public square, main street, and the town park. We don't even know we've been bought and sold like Tyson chickens or Cargill pigs. We been commoditized as we have been fed corn fructose sweetened GMO Soylent Green. You get the picture. It's been happening since before 2001. I would pinpoint Reagan's election in 1980 as the foundation of the nightmare we are caught in. Total denial. Don't listen to to the Club of Rome Report, - It's morning in America!" It was wrong then, leading us off a cliff. We kept our eyes closed until we hit the bottom with 911. The events on September 11th, 2001 accelerated disturbing political, economic and military developments. They whipped up fear that we would lose our security in dominating the world's industrial resources. The elitist neocons saw the "Shock Doctrine" opportunity and seized the day. The Soviets tried playing the same game for a decade between 1979 and 1989. We armed and trained Usama Bin Laden in the use of shoulder fired rockets to defeat them. Why couldn't we see it coming when we tried the same game. What we really wanted was some security on oil supplies and prices. We have embraced the destruction of anyplace that our precious petrochemicals might be hiding - Alberta oil shale pits; Pennsylvania fracked water tables, Louisiana deep sea oil fields; Alaska arctic wilderness and West Virginia mountain tops - anywhere the ENERGY might be. Without unlimited cheap energy there could be no Amerika. Bush told us that to save America we would need no adaptation, behavioral change or adjustment …. just keep shopping…. except that we had to give up our privacy and civil rights; and accept torture and assassination as normal. War, fear, intimidation and impoverishment are the tools of the elite. They have even co-opted the Tea Party to be shills for the dismantling of their own well being. Ten years of the neocon's friendly advice have in effect brought America to it knees. We are entering the Third World as fast as we can without the protection that advanced planning might have afforded us. We pissed away over 30 years denying the existence of a three headed monster: overpopulation, environmental destruction and resource depletion. Now we pay. Forget about 911. Welcome to the real world. More serious events await us down the road. Take stock, count noses and hump your gear. The American Dream is too feeble to make the journey. See also: Island Breath: 911 Five Years After 911 9/9/06 .

911 Aftershock - Islamophobia

SUBHEAD: Murfreesboro, Tennessee, mosque building controversy sparks fear, threats and vandalism. By Janell Ross on 9 Spetmber 2011 for Huffington Post - (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/09/threats-swirl-in-town-sei_n_953997.html) Image above: Mosque burned in Columbia TN in 2010 during fight against Murfreeboro mosque plan. From (http://www.realcourage.org/2010/06/murfreesboro-hate-continues/).

By some accounts, Anthony Mijares is a bit player in the story of Murfreesboro, Tenn., a small city 40 minutes south of Nashville. In Murfreesboro, a growing Muslim community’s plan to build a new mosque has unleashed a public furor, produced threats and counterthreats, and revealed just how far fear of another terrorist attack has spread across the United States.

Since the mosque won local government building approval in May 2010, Murfreesboro's 250 Muslim families have taken an undesirable spot at center stage. Unidentified individuals vandalized a sign that had marked the future worship space site for months and in a separate incident, someone set ablaze a piece of construction equipment. On Labor Day an anonymous caller threatened the group again. A bomb, the caller said, will explode over the September 11 weekend inside the office space where Murfreesboro’s Muslims currently worship. Local law enforcement, the FBI and ATF are investigating the incidents and will not comment on their status.

But Mijares, a retiree and Roman Catholic, is also the lone voice behind a letter-writing campaign to discourage companies from displaying or advertising in a local paper that he believes is helping to fuel the local controversy. For more than a year, the paper has featured stories about the planned mosque, Islam and the alleged threat they pose to Murfreesboro. And this summer, that publication launched its own campaign against Mijares, publishing his home address in an ad that called for readers to "combat" his efforts.

"Yes, I consider that a threat," said Mijares, 54. "What else could it be when every local right-wing nut, some militia member in Idaho or some Aryan (Neo-Nazi) in West Virginia can read the words 'combat' printed next to my address online? The Rutherford Reader knows what it's doing. That wasn't a mistake."

What is happening to Mijares may be the final proof that the crisis in Murfreesboro has been created by nothing more than irrational fear and hate, not legitimate concerns about safety, said Reavis Mitchell, a historian at Fisk University in Nashville who specializes in 20th Century American history.

"There is a long line of people who have been branded an outsider, a troublemaker of some kind, because they won't tolerate injustice silently," said Mitchell.

Historically, community crises like the one in Murfreesboro have been resolved, or at least calmed, after the name-calling, threats, acts of intimidation or actual violence begin national attention turns to the troubled town or ringleader, Mitchell said. During the McCarthy anti-Communist campaign and The Civil Rights Movement, that's the point at which change occurred, he said.

CNN, Time Magazine and international publications have covered the mosque controversy in Murfreesboro. But Mijares and his campaign have remained largely unknown.

In April 2010, just a few weeks before the new mosque won local government approval, Mijares picked up a copy of The Rutherford Reader, a free weekly newspaper, at a Murfreesboro Kroger. Mijares had scanned The Rutherford Reader before, but that day Mejares was appalled. In stories, editorials and hard-to-describe items where opinions and facts were commingled, the paper called for a halt on "Muslim immigration" and described Islam as "dehumanizing" and "defiling."

Mijares decided to contact Kroger. Within weeks, the grocery chain directed its distributor to stop making room for The Rutherford Reader on its free publication racks.

Mijares insists that he isn't a fan of censorship, arguing that The Rutherford Reader can print what it wants and distribute it anyway that it can. But businesses that keep The Rutherford Reader afloat by supplying advertising revenue and access to consumers should think about this carefully, Mijares said, or they risk offending their own customers.

Over the next year, Mijares sent similar letters to the owners of local stores, restaurants and the local Chamber of Commerce. When seven stores, restaurants and chamber locations decided to stop displaying The Rutherford Reader on their free publication racks, Mijares expanded his efforts to advertisers.

"This is hate speech, pure and simple," Mijares said. "I thought advertisers should know that The Rutherford Reader has taken a turn."

Pete Doughtie -- The Rutherford Reader's editor, publisher and owner -- did not respond to multiple requests for comment left at his office and home. But this week, Doughtie's column posed a revealing challenge.

Muslims are not in America to assimilate. They are here to change our system ... Our preachers should go beyond telling us more than 'we must love our enemies.' That is simply passing the buck. They should be getting every Christian ready and armed with the Word of God and an understanding of the Quran and Hadith, to defeat those who are out to destroy Christianity, and our American way of life.

(Hadith is a collection of sayings and ideas attributed to the prophet Muhammed.)

Since the mosque project was approved, Doughtie -a self-described white Christian American - has described Islam in his column as a "political ideology," rather than a religion. He has told readers that Islam compels violence and attempts to implement sharia, a code of Islamic laws. He has described Mijares as a Muslim. And he has described as "terrorists" Mijares and other locals who have objected to The Rutherford Reader's content and the vandalism and arson at the mosque.

"Pete Doughtie is a bully and a bigot," said Mijares. "I may be a 5'4" Italian-American guy with a big nose and olive skin who gets looks around town. And I know that he cannot fathom that there are non-Muslims who do not agree with his ideas. But I am, in fact, not a Muslim. I am not a terrorist. And I am not afraid of Pete Doughtie."

Mijares is a retired international cargo expeditor who spent September 11 directing cargo traffic at the panic-stricken Los Angeles Airport, so he does not scare easily, he said. He moved to Tennessee to care for his ailing mother in 2005.

The Rutherford Reader is a right-of-center publication that represents the community's concerns, said Kevin Fisher, an unpaid Rutherford Reader columnist. Fisher, who is African American, is a corrections officer and also the lead plaintiff in a lawsuit that aims to stop construction of the new mosque.

"I take civil rights seriously and I wouldn't participate in anything that tramples on people's rights. I wouldn't write anything that intentionally offends anyone," said Fisher. "If I have, I am sincerely sorry. But I know Mr. Doughtie and I've always thought he was a really nice guy."

Fisher objects to the lack of detail included in the public meeting notice where the mosque project was approved. The notice -- which included the same information as other planning commission announcements -– allowed the mosque to escape comment from people who oppose it, Fisher said. But that is not his only concern.

"We don't know enough about the motivations here. It's only been 10 years since 9/11," said Fisher, who has sought and lost two bids for public office since 2008. “In the blink of an eye, foreign students went from students to terrorists. And I think that this is why our whole thinking as a nation changed. We have to judge the issue of terror and the potential for Islamic radicalization a little differently. We certainly have to look at that potential in our own community."

Fisher would not comment on the ads featuring Mijares' complete home address. But, Fisher said, Mijares invited the attention when he began his campaign.

When Mijares says that the ads may be dangerous, he is right, said Eric Allen Bell, a documentary filmmaker. In 2010, Bell moved to Murfreesboro planning to take a break. Instead, he wound up making a documentary about the mosque controversy. A full-length version of that film, "Not Welcome," will be released next year, Bell said.

While Bell was making the film, he wrote a series of editorials that criticized the mosques' opponents, including The Rutherford Reader. The weekly's subsequent issue included Bell's picture beneath a headline that read, "The Rutherford Reader's Free Speech is Being Threatened."

Bell began to receive death threats via email, he said. Bell hired a private security to accompany him to certain public events. Then one particularly scary threat arrived over Facebook. When Bell approached local law enforcement, he was reminded that an official complaint would become a matter of public record and would include his home address. A police officer warned him that this might put him in greater danger, Bell said.

"I was advised by people who know that community that you probably need to take this seriously and leave town," said Bell, who returned to California in November 2010.

It is not a coincidence that when the small but vocal group of Murfreesboro residents who oppose the mosque describe their concerns, the sorts of claims made in The Rutherford Reader often come up, said Saleh M. Sbenaty, a board member of Murfreesboro's mosque and a professor at Middle Tennessee State University.

"There are people and publications in this city that specialize in making false accusations," said Sbenaty, who moved to the United States from Syria, 30 years ago around the same time that Muslims in Murfreesboro formed the city's mosque. "They insist that all Muslims are dangerous. And unfortunately, there are a small number of nut jobs who will take that seriously."

Late Wednesday, the mosque's board voted to suspend usual weekend activities at the mosque because of the bomb threat. On Saturdays, the mosque typically holds religious education classes for children. On Sundays, there are sports or community events for kids.

"It is quite unfortunate that our children are bullied in school and now are the subject of a new threat," said Sbenaty, a father of two.

Threats, or what some people consider threats, are becoming common in Murfreesboro.

Back in May, Mijares noticed a Rutherford Reader ad for a Nissan dealership. Mijares contacted the dealer. And since the Japanese car company's North American headquarters are located in nearby Franklin, Tenn., he also called Nissan's community relations staff.

"After he (Mijares) made us aware of the publication where this ad was placed," said Paula Angelo, Nissan's director of corporate communications, "it was clear immediately that its content does not align with Nissan's core values."

Mijares contacted corporate headquarters on May 24. The dealership makes independent decisions about advertising, but there was a conversation between the business and corporate officials, Angelo said. On June 8, Angleo contacted Mijares to advise him that the dealership had purchased Rutherford Reader ad space in May and June but that additional ads would not be placed, he said.

On July 18, The Rutherford Reader began running its series of full-page anti-Mijares ads.

"Murfreesboro, to borrow a phrase, is the ground zero of Muslim bashing in America right now," said Faiz Shakir, vice president of the Center for American Progress and one of the researchers behind "Fear, Inc.," a six-month study released in August by the Washington, D.C.-based think tank that examined the rising tide of anti-Islamic sentiment.

The study found that small groups of individuals have funneled the same pieces of questionable research to activists, commentators and politicians, who have then stirred or led groups such as the one that opposes the Murfreesboro mosque, Shakir said. In August, one of those individuals, Frank Gaffney, testified in the Murfreesboro case hoping to help stop the mosque. Fisher first met Gaffney in the courtroom, he said.

"I am nobody's puppet," Fisher said.

On August 30, a judge ruled that the mosque's construction could move forward. The decision will be appealed, Fisher said.

Inside Murfreesboro, some people suspect that The Rutherford Reader's interest in covering the alleged threats posed by Islam may be driven by profit. In Tennessee, local governments are required to list public notices -– advisories about government meetings and other activities -– in general interest publications. These ads generate revenue for newspapers.

"I think it may be Mr. Doughtie's goal to write just enough about this local controversy to drive up his circulation and meet the definition of a general interest publication," said Ernest G. Burgess, Rutherford County mayor. Murfreesboro is the largest city in Rutherford County and Burgess is the county's chief executive officer.

In late August, the ads with Mijares' home address disappeared. Mijares received a few nasty letters and emails. But, Mijares says, he won't stop his letter-writing campaign.

"I've never been terribly social. In fact, some people may call me a misanthrope," said Mijares. "I don't mind if some people don't like me. I just don't appreciate anyone threatening my family."

If the ads continue, Mijares said he will post Doughtie's home address online with a description of Doughtie's activities and ideas in Arabic.

Video above: GOP Presidential candidate Herman Cain argues right to ban mosques. From (http://youtu.be/3471KA2PlBY). .

Potluck Meetings on KIUC

SOURCE: Jonathan Jay (jjkauai@gmail.com) SUBHEAD: Discussing tactics and strategies to turn our Kaua`i Island Electrical CO-OP around. By Jonathan Jay on 9 September 2011 in Island Breath - (http://islandbreath.blogspot.com/2011/09/potluck-meetings-on-kiuc.html) Image above: Kapuna residents meet at Kekaha Neighborhood Center for Valentine's Day 2010. From (http://thegardenisland.com/news/local/article_fd2b5f38-193b-11df-a506-001cc4c03286.html). Please join us in the first of several regional brainstorming potluck meetings to be held around Kaua`i in the month of September. Monday, Sept 12th is the West side meeting, 5-7pm at the Kekaha Community Center, under the pavilion. Please bring some food or drink to share with your neighbors, and join us as we discuss and share ideas, tactics and strategies to turn our Kaua`i Island Electrical CO-OP around. carpool/rideshares encouraged! Please forward this to anyone you feel can make a positive contribution to this effort. As our numbers grow, our community power grows! For more information call Jonathan 634.6267 mahalo! Power to the People! Kulia! Imua! WHAT: Potluck & Discussion of KIUC WHERE: Kekaha Community Center Pavillion Off Kaumaalii Highway, Kekaha, Kauai WHEN: Moday September 12th, 5:00-7:00pm .

Watching Dreams Die

SUBHEAD: Other dreams will take their place. But, it is going to be an epic struggle that many of us won't live to see. By Ilargi on 8 September 2011 for th Automatic Earth - (http://theautomaticearth.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-8-2011-watching-dreams-die.html) Image above: View of the ruins of the Palais de Justice in the town of St. Lo, France, summer 1944. The red metal frame in the foreground is was once fire fighting equipment. From (http://www.howtobearetronaut.com/2011/08/before-and-after-d-day-in-colour). Earlier this week, there was a heart-rendering comment on Reddit by someone involved -boots on the ground- in the process of evicting people from their homes. Very much recommended reading, see here for the original comment and here for the follow-up. The commenter named his follow-up: Why my job is to watch dreams die. And that got me thinking. For that is what it often feels like what we do here at The Automatic Earth: we watch dreams die. Only, we see them die -mostly- before the people do whose dreams we watch. That may sound convoluted, but it really isn't. While it may be hard to predict and see what stone may fall next, it is very obvious that the large majority of them will indeed topple over. There are big dreams, like that of a unified Europe, a dream that is age old, and has been shattered as often as it's been dreamt. This time will be no different. And neither will the consequences be any more bearable. The German Federal Constitutional Court passed a judgment this week that seems to let Angela Merkel and her people off the hook: all EU bailouts to date passed the threshold of legality. For Merkel though, this is as Pyrrhic as it comes, and the same goes for the financial markets. The court, even as it condoned past actions, put very strict limits on future ones. Future bailouts will be very hard to pass, there will no longer be any last minute grand gestures, and a fiscal union for Europe was swept off the table in one fell swoop. In case anyone still feels even this can be overcome, Slovakia of all places threatens the Euro project with imminent demise. The chairman of the parliament in Bratislava has said there will be no vote on the lift of EFSF funds until probably December. So even if there's a yes vote, no funds will be available until February 2012. Which is more than Europe can bear at this point in time. There are so many leaks in the system, it's already running out of fingers. Dutch Finance Minister De Jager sent a letter to his parliament yesterday saying the next chunk of Greek Phase 1 bailout funds will be delayed from mid September to end September at the earliest. Greece is not living up to the conditions put on the bailouts. Not enough austerity. Firing 20% of civil servants is apparently what it will take. Not enough austerity in Italy either, or so we hear. We could go on for a long time pointing out signs that paint the inevitable picture, but it should be clear by now that Europe is a dream we see die before our very eyes. Swiss bank UBS has an idea what that will likely lead to: "We note that almost no modern fiat currency monetary unions have broken up without some form of authoritarian or military government, or civil war." The cause of the downfall of the Eurozone? Too much debt. It's no different from that of the people the Reddit commenter evicts from their homes. Too much debt. It's everywhere, and it will devour our societies. There are other big dreams. Never ending economic growth comes to mind. Or technical progress that lasts forever and can solve all problems caused by .. technical progress. That reminds us of the yeast in the wine vat that die off at the height of their proliferation, not because they run out of wine, but because no organism can survive in a medium of its own waste. We watch the big dreams die here. But they‘re not what we are most interested in. We care about the dreams of everyday people that are going to be shattered, if they’re not already. In that regard, I often say that what I think is our role is can be defined as "minimizing the suffering of the herd". We have no solutions that can carry anyone safely away from the falling debris of our civilizations. The best we can do is to try and point to small ways that might make it all more bearable. But having your dreams broken to bits will never be easy. And broken they will be if they have anything to do with our financial system, for it is itself broken beyond repair. Too much debt. Whether you've paid into a pension plan for years only to find out there's nothing of it left, or you want to start a family but don't have a job or a home to live in, whether you want to provide your children with a good, let alone a better, future, your dreams too will be maimed beyond recognition. We are on the verge of entering the most severe credit crunch in history, and there are no easy ways out of it. We wouldn't do too well even if we made all the right choices, and at the same time there's no way we are going to make them. The MO of our societies, the way we respond to the impending collapse of our systems, is defined by those who owe their very positions to those systems: bankers, captains of industry, media moguls and politicians. Instead of using the remaining resources to minimize suffering, they spend them all in a doomed effort to prop up the existing structures that made then what they are. Most of them don't know any better, and those that do proceed anyway because they think they themselves will be better off that way. Deutsche Bank CEO Josef Ackermann said earlier this week: "Numerous European banks would not survive having to revalue sovereign debt held on the banking book at market levels." Indeed, neither would numerous American banks. Or pension funds, for that matter. Still, if one would wish to restore confidence in the financial system, marking assets to market is the only way to go. Mark to market or the market will do it for you. Restructure debt, let those institutions go bankrupt that hold too much debt, and move on. But in no case use any more money that belongs to the people. Use that money to help out the people, minimize their future suffering. Unfortunately, our societies simply don't have the political structures to make the right choices, or at least those that would serve the people best. Our political structures serve those who hold the power, and they will choose to hold on to that power. The structures allow them to use the people's wealth against the people's best interests. It's perverse, it's insidious, and it's our reality. Voting someone else into power doesn't change these structures one bit. The people at UBS seem to realize this when they talk of impending civil war in Europe as a consequence of the break-up of the Eurozone. What they don't mention, for whatever reason, is, as Tyler Durden points out, that this will be the end of UBS, too. That seems sort of symbolic for the way many people view the future: they see a lot of negative developments, but a relatively benign position for themselves. The best we can do is to continue to tell people to get closer to their family and friends, to establish closer communities. But also to stop making plans for decades into the future, because the future has too many embedded uncertainties. And don't expect too much, if anything, from our existing pension, health care and education systems. There will be no funding to keep them going. So your children will once again be your pension plan, just like they were throughout the ages, and they still are throughout most of the world. They will have to learn their skills from their parents and communities. And yes, that is, provided they live long enough, that they don't succumb to afflictions that today are perfectly treatable but for which no provisions will be available. We are watching dreams die. Other dreams will take their place. But, given the way the human mind works, it is going to be an epic struggle that many of us won't live to see. See also: Ea O Ka Aina: Costs of a Euro Break-up 9/7/11 .

Invasion of the Space Bats

SUBHEAD: It is remarkably difficult for most people nowadays to imagine any future that isn’t simply a continuation of the present.  

By John Michael Greer on 7 September 2011 for the Archdruid Report - (http://thearchdruidreport.blogspot.com/2011/09/invasion-of-space-bats.html)

 
Image above: Bat astronaut photo-op. From (http://www.space-bat.com/2009/03/photo-oppotunity.html).

Science fiction, that oddest offspring of industrial civilization’s religion of progress, has not done a great deal so far to explore the end of the age of cheap energy that gave that religion its moment in history’s spotlight. Still, the trajectory traced out in last week’s post helped midwife some useful habits of thought concerning the future, and one of these is a sense of the believable a good deal more stringent than the one that’s been cultivated so far in the peak oil blogosphere.

That last statement might raise some eyebrows, I know. Whatever its pretensions in recent decades, science fiction spent most of its formative years, and produced a good many of its major classics, at a time when it was basically a collection of wish-fulfillment fantasies for teenage boys. (And that, Mr. de Camp, is what the woman in the brass brassiere is doing on the cover of your book.)

Still, even the most lurid of fantasies depend for effect on what has been called “the willing suspension of disbelief,” and if the absurdities pile up too deeply, as J.R.R. Tolkien commented in a characteristically acerbic passage, disbelief has not so much to be suspended as hanged, drawn, and quartered. Thus there was always pressure on SF authors to check their facts and make the details consistent.

As SF fandom became a significant force on the evolution of the genre, the sort of geeky obsessiveness you find in teenage fans of just about anything became a badge of honor, and pushed the same process further. Before long, it was no longer enough to tell a rousing tale about square-jawed space heroes and nubile females on some distant planet; no matter how hackneyed the plot and two-dimensional the characters might be, the planet had to make some kind of sense in terms of the scientific knowledge of the time, and so did the fanged and tentacled horrors that threatened the heroine, the hero’s laser pistol, and the rest of it.

Even when authors made things up out of whole cloth, as of course they did constantly, they had to figure out some way to graft the invention onto existing knowledge so that the seam didn’t show too clearly. Even before science fiction hit the big time in the wake of Sputnik I, the demand for believability had become one of the essential elements of the genre. The dismissal of legendary science fiction editor Ray Palmer from the senior position at Amazing Stories in 1948 was arguably the turning point in the process.

Palmer had made the Ziff-Davis pulp magazine chain a remarkable amount of money by filling the magazine with a free mix of trashy science fiction, popular occultism, and dubious alternative science, and he also played a central role in inventing the UFO phenomenon, but the higher-ups at Ziff-Davis sensed the way the market was moving. Palmer ended up launching a new magazine, Fate, that for all practical purposes created the modern

New Age movement, while SF took a different path. Unexpectedly, science fiction’s unscientific twin, fantasy fiction—which had a similar prehistory in the pulp magazines and broke through into respectability roughly a decade after SF did—followed a similar trajectory. To some extent this was driven by the overlapping readership of the two genres, but of course there was another factor as well, the force of nature already mentioned that went by the name of J.R.R. Tolkien.

There had been plenty of fantasy fiction before The Lord of the Rings, but none that succeeded so stunningly in evoking the presence of another world with its own history, languages, cultures and conflicts, because nobody before Tolkien had tackled the job with the obsessive consistency and eye for detail that he put into his creation of Middle-earth. In his wake, fantasy authors who hoped to get away with the casual disregard for plausibility that ran riot through Robert Howard’s Conan the Barbarian stories, among many others, started getting rejection slips in place of contracts.

Expectations had changed, and the genre changed with it. By and large—with important exceptions, to be sure—those expectations have remained glued in place in both genres, and when a book fails to live up to them, you can pretty much count on hearing a raucous response from the fans. Sometimes this sort of response has been taken to remarkable lengths. For decades, for example, Analog Science Fiction—under its original title, Astounding, the great rival of Palmer’s Amazing—had a substantial crowd of retired engineers, especially but not only in the aerospace field, among its loyal readership.

Get a story published in Analog, and you could reliably expect to have hundreds if not thousands of pairs of beady and remarkably well-informed eyes scanning every scientific detail. If you got some bit of hard science wrong, in turn, you could expect to hear about it at length, in fine technical detail, complete with calculations hot off the slide rule, in the letters to the editor column two issues down the road. It’s occurred to me more than once that the peak oil field badly needs certain things science fiction has stashed in its imaginary warehouses, and one of them is a shipping container or two full of those eagle-eyed retired engineers who used to read Analog.

Now of course we have some—to quote only one example, regular readers of The Oil Drum are familar with the very capable technical analysis that routinely appears there—but there aren’t enough to deal with the need for what might be called technical criticism: the careful, impartial, and exacting analysis of claims about not-yet-invented technologies and not-yet-created social movements that played so large a role in making science fiction the intellectually and even philosophically challenging genre that for a while, at least, it became.

 And this, dear reader, is where we start talking about alien space bats. No, those aren’t the symptoms of an unusually florid psychosis, nor do they feature in any significant number of science fiction stories—well, not since Ray Palmer’s time, at least. The term comes from the field of alternative history, the fascinating study of what could have happened if some small detail of history had gone the other way. Back in the early days of the internet, according to the account I’ve seen, one participant in a lively discussion on a Usenet newsgroup dedicated to alternative history insisted that Hitler’s planned invasion of Great Britain could only have succeeded if the Wehrmacht had been helped out by alien space bats.

Whether he was right or not—a question I don’t propose to discuss here—the term caught on as a convenient label for the kind of arbitrary assumptions and implausible gimmicks that too often get used to prop up dubious alternative history scenarios. It’s a useful term, and one that could helpfully be brought into the peak oil scene, because arbitrary assumptions and implausible gimmicks play an embarrassingly large role in discussions of how our industrial civilization is going to deal with the twilight of the age of fossil fuels.

The "drill, baby, drill" mantra beloved of so many American pseudoconservatives these days is based, for example, on the wholly arbitrary assumption that the United States, which has been more thoroughly explored for petroleum deposits than any other piece of real estate on Earth, and has seen trillions of dollars of government largesse poured into encouraging domestic oil production in recent decades, still has vast amounts of crude oil tucked away somewhere that would flood the market with cheap petroleum if only those awful environmentalists weren’t getting in the way. That’s nonsense—politically useful nonsense, to be sure, but nonsense that ranks up there with the best alien space bats of alternative history. Mind you, the fluttering of alien space bat wings can be heard just as clearly from other points around the peak oil compass.

 A forthcoming paper in the peer-reviewed journal Energy Policy by a team headed by Carlos de Castro usefully points out, for example, that a great many recent claims about how much electricity can be produced by wind power fail to deal with that old nemesis of cornucopian schemes, the laws of thermodynamics. Since energy taken from moving air in one place can’t be taken out of it again in another, the paper attempted to come up with an approximate figure for the total energy that human beings can extract from the atmosphere.

Their estimate relies on a certain number of ballpark guesses, and begs for more research; still, it will come as no surprise to those of my readers who have been paying attention that the figure they came up with is a small fraction of the total amount of energy currently used by industrial civilization, and only around one per cent of the high-end estimates circulated by the wind industry and its proponents.

There are plenty of other examples. I discussed some of them a while ago in a post here about the blind faith in vaporware that pervades large sectors of the peak oil blogosphere, and some of the others in another post about the lullabies disguised as solutions that fill an embarrassingly large fraction of peak oil literature these days. The same illogic, in turn, drives the self-defeating insistence, chronicled in a a newly published book of mine, that history as we know it is about to end for their convenience.

Whether it’s the Rapture, the Singularity, the flurry of freshly invented prophecies about 2012, or what have you, it’s all the same thing, the great-grandmother of all alien space bats: the claim that something or other will bring history to a screeching halt in time to spare us the necessity of facing the consequences of our own actions. There are a great many forces driving these unproductive ways of thinking, but I’ve come to think that one of the more important is a factor other people in the peak oil blogosphere have discussed already.

This is a curious atrophy that afflicts the modern imagination, making it remarkably difficult for most people nowadays to imagine any future that isn’t simply a continuation of the present. Science fiction authors are not exempt from that; it’s impossible to read such classics of the genre as Isaac Asimov’s Foundation trilogy, for example, without noticing on nearly every page that the galactic empire that provides the series with its setting has the social customs of the 1950s, when the stories were written.

For that matter, the much more recent SF bestseller Anathem by Neal Stephenson, which is not only set on another world but takes place at a point in its history more than 3400 years past the equivalent of our own time, characters wear T-shirts, eat energy bars, and use cell phones (they call them jeejahs, but they’re cell phones) to call each other or access the equivalent of the internet. Still, one of the virtues of science fiction is that it doesn’t always fall into such ruts, and more often than other branches of literature, recognizes that the social and technological habits of any given era are not the permanent fixtures they sometimes seem, but points along a historical trajectory shaped, among other things, by ultural fashions and sheer dumb luck.

Even if we get through the crises of our age the way the people of Stephenson’s world got through the period they call the Terrible Events, and create a technological society on the other side of it, our descendants won’t be wearing T-shirts or calling people on cell phones in the year 5400 AD, any more than we now wear togas or take notes on wax tablets the way the ancient Romans did; they’ll wear other clothing and communicate with other tools—and with any luck they’ll snack on something less repellent than energy bars.

 Fairly often, science fiction catches wind of such shifts; sometimes it succeeds in guessing them in advance; tolerably often, for that matter, what starts out as imagery from science fiction becomes the inspiration for design in the real world—I trust nobody thinks, for example, that it’s accidental that most early cell phones looked remarkably like the communicators from the original version of Star Trek.

That awareness is something the peak oil scene desperately needs just now. Leave out the alien space bats and the fetishistic obsession with mass death, and there have been few attempts so far to make sense of the world our descendants will inhabit in the wake of peak oil. Fiction, one of the principal tools our culture uses for such projects, has been particularly neglected here. James Kunstler is the major exception here, of course, with two very readable novels set in a post-peak future; there’s also Caryl Johnston’s intriguing "essay-novel" After The Crash; there are a few others, including my ongoing blog/novel Star’s Reach.

Still, the arrival of the limits to growth bids fair to have at least as massive an impact on the future of the decades ahead of us as space travel and its associated technological advances had on the decades that followed science fiction’s golden age, and it seems to me that it’s past time to get thinking and writing about the dangers and adventures, the hopes and fears, the dreams, problems and possibilities of a world on the far side of peak oil.

Longtime readers of this blog will have noticed that one of its central themes is the need to stop waiting for somebody else to do what needs to be done, and get working on it ourselves. With that in mind, I’d like to propose a contest—or a challenge—to this blog’s readers. I propose that as many of you as are willing write a short story set in the future in the wake of peak oil, and put it on the internet. (If you don’t have a site, Blogspot and Wordpress both offer free blogging space that you can use for the purpose.) When it’s up, post a link to it on the comments page of this post.

Meanwhile, I’m going to sound out some publishers, and see if I can find one willing to bring out the world’s first anthology of peak oil-related short stories; if that happens, I’ll pick the best dozen or so stories, add an introduction, and get the collection into print. If any money comes out of it—there probably won’t be much—it will be split between the contributors or, if they agree, donated to a peak oil nonprofit. Here are the submission requirements for the contest:
  • Stories should be between 2500 and 7500 words in length;
  • They should be in English, with correct spelling, grammar and punctuation;
  • They should be stories—narratives with a plot and characters—and not simply a guided tour of some corner of the future as the author imagines it;
  • They should be set in our future, not in an alternate history or on some other planet;
  • They should be works of realistic fiction or science fiction, not fantasy—that is, the setting should follow the laws of nature as those are presently understood;
  • They should deal directly with the impact of peak oil, and the limits to growth in general, on the future; and...
There must be a complete and utter shortage of alien space bats.
What I mean by this latter specifically is that stories should show humanity dealing with peak oil and the limits to growth—dealing with them, not evading them. If your story insists that petroleum and other fossil fuels can be replaced by some other equally cheap and abundant energy resource, or that we can still have an industrial system churning out lots of consumer products in the absence of cheap abundant energy, it’s not going to be posted here or considered for the anthology.

 If your future leeps some elements of modern technology going, fair enough, but your story should provide enough detail that the reader can figure out where the resources and energy to keep the technology going come from, and how a society far more impoverished than ours can afford to divert enough of its limited wealth for the task. For that matter, if your story has friendly aliens land in flying saucers to solve all humanity’s problems, it’s going to go into the recycle bin, and the same goes for transformations of consciousness, divine interventions, divine interventions in cybernetic drag such as the Singularity, or the like.

To be considered for the contest, your story needs to start from the assumption that human beings like you and me are going to be living with much less energy, and far fewer of the products of energy, than you and I have available to us today; they’re going to have to cope with the legacies of the industrial age, and with the social, political, and ecological consequences thereof; and they’re going to live challenging, interesting, and maybe even appealing lives in that context. This last, to my mind, is perhaps the most crucial point.

There’s nothing easier, in fiction or out of it, than wallowing in the pornography of despair—insisting that life isn’t worth living in the absence of cheap energy and its comforts and conveniences, or in the presence of widespread poverty, illness and warfare. The fact remains that the vast majority of humanity’s existence on this planet has been spent in conditions that can be described in exactly these terms, and somehow our ancestors found life worth living in spite of it all.

There’s nothing to be gained by sugarcoating the deindustrial future, to be sure; we’ve got a few very harsh centuries ahead of us; but it’s worth remembering that most of the great epics our species has written so far came out of exactly such periods, and neither they nor the historical events that inspired them were chronicles of unrelieved wretchedness. Now of course it’s a bit early yet to begin writing the Mahabharatas, Nibelungenlieds and Heike Chronicles of the deindustrial dark ages; our Arjunas, Siegfrieds, and Yoshitsunes haven’t gotten around to being born yet, nor will for quite some time if the usual pace of events holds true. Still, plenty of people wrote about the first human footprints on the Moon long before those prints actually got there, and it’s not too soon to start talking about the first human footprints on the post-peak oil Earth in the same terms.

Your stories may be set a year from now, or a thousand years from now; they may be tales of everyday life or stories of high adventure, or anything in between; but there’s a very real chance they can help kickstart the process of coming to terms with the future that’s ahead of us as the industrial age totters to its end.

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