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Friday, December 2, 2011

Political Economy: The Powers of Cash, Voice, to The People

Chapter 12 of My Life and Times at Purdue University

I skipped over Chapter 11 here at the blog. It can be found at: www.docstoc.com, Titled: Super Committee. Today, we get to a couple articles and the response to each.

The Power of Cash
First, via Bloomberg business, we find out $7.7 Trillion in Fed facilities were made available to the MegaBanks - JPMorgan, Citigroup, Goldman Sachs, Bank of America, and 56 others, only - to prop up their existence. This lending facility or liquidity was provided at .01% while they could switch it over to higher yielding T-notes, to a tidy some of earnings of $13 Billion.  This was discussed on Jon Stewart's Daily Show who called the U.S. Government:"The World's Dumbest Loan Shark":



That's a ton of cash, really, several hundred (maybe a few thousand) tons of cash. It was necessary; it was vital; it was secret. That irks: the secrecy. Then, top that by such a massive influx of capital into a closed system, since the Banks never took any risk, and therefore, NEVER LOST money. None. Here's the quick tale of the tape, from the Bloomberg report:
  •   $1.8 Billion - Citigroup
  •   $1.5 Billion - Bank of America
  •   $1.2 Billion - Royal Bank of Scotland
  •   $878 Million - Wells Fargo
  •   $642 Million - Barclays
  •   $458 Million - JPMorganChase
  •   $348.5 Million - Dexia
  •   $338 Million - HBOS
  •  Credit Suisse, Goldman Sachs, Merrill Lynch, Wachovia, Key, UBS, Societe Generale, and a few others, were over $100 Million to the good from what amounts to a carry trade (interest rate swap).
Meanwhile, the rest of us real risk takers, your mom and pops, street vendors, burger joints, retailers, manufacturing plants, auto retailers, mechanics, farmers, and oh, the average 9-5er, had to go on thinking they would be no Xmas for them. The sky was falling - and their work was basically, worthless.

I get it now. Capitalism failed. And is failing in Europe. (Wonder how much secretive propping up the ECB is going to do?) And that is the irking part - secrecy. The common man - as populist as he is - is wondering, "do any of these assholes know how scary it is to be at the bottom anymore?" While I have my computer to tell you this (I did not always have it, and no guarantee I will in the future), I am still wondering what tomorrow will bring. These banks have no regard for moral hazard; and had the power to par back risk (those that understood it swept it away because the money was to be made - then), but alas, they carried on without sitting down to logical fix the problem.

No need: the Fed just printed more money. Paper over the losses. Kick the problem down the road.

The Power of Voice
Let a man cry in the town square that the world is coming to an end, he's labeled, "a crank, a crackpot, or crazy." But give him a platform or a radio station(s) to say what Rush Limbaugh does, he gets paid for his overinflated self-righteous and biased opinion. Again, the free market at work. His rant posted here.

Recently, this, um, human, decided to paint the portrait of America as "working white families" versus "the losers in life" and the elites, artists, actors, musicians, academia, who don't think they have to work in regards the 2012 election strategy of Obama. "It's not racial," was his reiterated comment. Oh yes, you never make it racial, Rush. That thought never came to mind. When someone tells you it's not about that, it is about that.

Sadly, a poor soul took to calling him an asshole. Rational enough to me. But to a higher plane soul, not so much. He said, he would not stoop to that level. I would, and did. Here's my pointed reply:

Was Hitler an asshole bent on humanity's enslavement and/or destruction? The higher plane argument is all fine and dandy if the parasitical human actually can be made to see the error of their ways. Calling a public figure an asshole is not wrong when he's being an ASSHOLE. (Though, being a bit too upset about his miserable life will not help yours to become more noble or moral.)
For the most part, say 95-98% of the time, we should be above petty name calling. That said, calling a spade a spade, or a nefarious cocksucker a motherfucking, race-baiting, dimwitted fool bent on America's failure (just because a black Democrat happens to be in the White House) has its place in daily life. We all have points of truth: couching it well-intended, logical arguments meant for academia is all swell. But sometimes, if you want to label (the LCD - lowest common denominator), truly wants you to give it to them straight. No Bullshit.
Rush and Hitler are quite similar: top propagandists of their eras. Luckily, Rush has not step out behind the mike to be a 'real leader'. Likely, because his power is pretty great where he is. And he actually has NO interest in solving anything. More to be made from criticizing than fixing anyways.
Such is the malignant nature of our country: people with power to make such a difference use it for negative, destructive purposes. Sadly, the "I can make a difference my own way" is not quite cutting the mustard. YOU ALWAYS have a few people that have to roll in the mud with these bastards to actually win. (The name calling is irrelevant - your down to life and death.) David did with Goliath - could have let someone else or run scared - instead, he laid that motherfucker out. That's the rant. PEACE!

I could have gone on. But you get the point. I am not defending Obama either. His David moment has come, and most likely, gone. That said, smart asses like Rush need to be checked. Like a hockey goon taking out the best guy on the other team. Except, this is not a game or just a competition of marginal importance. This one is about .the fabric of our life. Let these guys keep pumping their vomit out without comment, and we saw, with toxic results what it did to Europe circa 1932-1945.

The Power to The People 
The final word on all of this: We do have a choice to voice our consternation with these salient parts to our Political Economy. While we lost $16 Trillion in net worth at the worst, we now are only down $7.7 trillion (the same amount we pumped to the banks). (June 11, 2011 report above.) 

It is more than about the money. Sadly, we had a whole American livelihood based on the premise that worship of goods, gadgets, or dead Presidents, would give us some solace, or secure some future. (To say it is not that way, is to lie about the problem. We do have a problem with our priorities. Deals. Honesty. Openness. Life. Family. Home. And lastly, the existence of what is next after this race is run...Afterlife.)

All of us choose a path daily. Whether to be happy with what we got, or complain about what is missing. Some are dreamers, doers of the future, and builders of what is next. And nothing is wrong with all of our contributions if they are made in a tangibly sound, and beneficial end. For some, it is greatly more beneficial to whine, posit some evil based on the demographic information checked in your forms from a big, bad government that can't pave roads, or design a healthcare or economy, but can fight costly wars, craft foreign policy ad infinitium, or some other not-so-intrusive personal aspect we like to make-believe exists. As Americans, we exist for our families; our friends;our community; our nation; and, as world citizens.

These make for conflicts. Difficult to weigh the needs for some of us. Those that say it is easy to choose, probably do not see the conflict. Better to ignore, or better yet, to set any other being not connected directly to us as the evildoer, the aggressor, or a foil, thus the cause of all our ills.

But we do have a voice, and a destiny. God - what one I believe in - did not just make this merry-go-round for the purposes of demonstratively negative folks. That would indeed be a tragic, and endlessly fruitless. I suspect he hoped we would set aside differences, work to a common good, ignore (or harness) the gulfs between us (culturally, appearance-related, or otherwise) and, be human, and be aware of: our flaws.

Be a People. Have a Voice - but give it a Purpose.

Well thought out is the POWER.








Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A Year on the Brink: On-the-fly decisions towards a Joseph Calling???

Chapter 8 of My Life and Times at Purdue University

I am by no means a completely spiritual person. Quick meaning: I don't usually dwell too much on the esoteric nature of why we are here, what is my purpose, or who is this being we often call God. Not that I have never done so, or not done so recently, but, in general, I leave that to the Alan Greenspan's of spiritual musings and metaphysics. (Greenspan was known as the 'maestro' in the capital markets.)


So why does this matter? 

The recent year was not a usual one for me, or my mom. It really started off around May of 2010. Things went downhill for my mother - she began losing weight, falling down (while climbing steps to deliver the news), and not making decisions I surmised she should have. (Not drastic stuff - but enough - to know something was wrong.) By September 27th, she was admitted for surgery to remove cancerous masses from her abdomen.

Her 115-year house (and her sister's home for 50 years) was up for foreclosure. Not a special home either - and they had 15 cats. The crisis had reached a breaking point. I had tried to consul her sister to make a drastic change - and that my mom was in a serious crisis. (Obvious.) I had hardly anyone else to talk to - or able to talk sense to the aunt that would not listen.

Meanwhile, mom's condition got worse. The cancer spread to her brain. The crisis now determined that I was to decide if my mother got emergency surgery to remove the tumor from near her brain stem. It was not hard to decide that. However, the surgeon basically said he was only buying her a little time. He unfortunately said it was all but over. (He did not say that directly - but it was understood.)

Now, the choice was made on November 17th to operate. My beat up 22-year old car suddenly overheated regularly. (By Thanksgiving, it would be unusable.) I moved out on November 19th because the aunt's irrationality got to the point I called the police on her. The cops did nothing. Not seeming to grasp the gravity of my crisis. (I also had contacted adult protective services. That was the level of my own distress about all issues.)

So, I took control of my life - and by legal extension - my mother's. I made the best of what I had - took a car (my mother's debt) from her sister to keep a job; moved to motels/hotels; made arrangements for my mom that fell through  - her brief stay at a VA home. My mom's condition was irreparable - she was aware she did not 'think' right, but her emotions were all over too. It was hard to keep up with the fluctuations - dementia setting in - but I managed to keep her safe. That's what mattered.

I made plenty of mistakes too. I spent more money than I should have to keep us in a place - but moving around with bad credit (no refs either) made that hard to solve. Mom's radiation treatment was for two weeks; then was supposed to intensify for spot treatment later. (By the time she came out of round 1, she was not functioning well enough to go on to round 2.) Other conditions - diabetes - made things more difficult.

She left us quickly - one month of a truly terrible life. (I can't even imagine how it must have been for her.) I can only state this final fact because it is just true. I think about her daily. Sometimes wishing I had been quicker to act. Again, mistakes were made.

Doors close.

And I took my time to grieve too.

Then, I started a plan to reeducate myself. It was a long shot - no real chance to go back to a university that I did poorly at in Purdue. I applied. I wrote to this story after a 1st rejection. I was tentatively accepted. Then financing was reviewed. I cracked that door open too.

Other choices later were done on-the-fly. I moved out of the hotels. Got a cheap place. Found out my mom's car was not going to stick around. Broke towards school and found another place.

While it was not my goal, or intent, six months or a year ago, I am here.

Later, I stumbled upon a concept called the Joseph Calling. It is very important sounding. Basically, you gotta get kicked around a lot. Humbled. Doubt God. And somehow, find another way to go ahead. The more hardship, the more setbacks, the more likely your purpose is a bit greater than you contemplate.

I am not saying I know this for myself. As this blog over the past six years (or my blogging) has bounced around from sport, to personal victimhood (reliving certain poor choices), to politics, to society, to reviews of whatever, something must driving this.

Is my mom helping to lay this all out? Did she pass when she did so I could do something about my education and the writing I do in other ways? I do not know. People seem to always put a label on things to solve their inadequate explanations.

So I did so too. Better to see yourself as overcoming, designing a better reality than to just equate it to what was meant to happen (and that you got luck from that).

Because I do not feel lucky. I'd want mom to be with me this Thanksgiving and many more. I'd take more paper routes if she was around to talk to about whatever. So, while I am less stressed (to a degree), her presence in my life is a hole I can never fill.

The idea of a great upside from such fall - in this case going back to 2000 - is a spiritual novelty. Not that I can not believe it is operative at all. But...well, that's why spiritual maestros exist. To contemplate so we don't have to...determine what is the reason for such years lived on the brink.


For my mom, her spiritual calling was not blessed with the people that made stalwart friends in the pinch. She was there for others: that was her contribution to the grander scheme.

A song possibly about Guardians: Stay (Faraway and so Close)