July 21, 2019
As we wade evasively in the shallow end of a pool, the horseflies trying to eat our flesh and drink our blood in their unholy communion…
On both sides of the Atlantic millions now know what idiocracy – government by the very stupidest people a nation has produced – looks like.
To the east, a man aptly described by a colleague as “you stupid, dangerous oaf” stands poised to become Prime Minister. This in order to accomplish Brexit – something which, it has become increasingly clear over the past three years, should not be done. But the will of the people must be obeyed, even if it may not be their will anymore.
Vladimir Putin, an expert on democracy if ever there was one, has chimed in, insisting that if Britain retreats from Brexit, it isn’t a democracy anymore.
So imagine a car trip through the mountains. A route is decided on because it makes sense on the map at the time. But well into the actual drive, it turns out that a bridge over a gorge is out and there is no alternative route. While common sense declares that the driver reconsider, the passenger yells “gun it!” That is democracy. The route was chosen. Decisions made must be obeyed no matter what new information may appear in the field. Pick a new route? Vote again? That would mean a democracy is only governed by the most recent vote. Which is actually the case when you think about it.
Here to the west, the morning papers say that the trade war of choice declared unilaterally by our own stupid and dangerous oaf has now resulted in a nearly 90% decline in investment by a certain huge trading partner located on the other side of that other ocean. The asymmetry of percentages bears mention here. The percentage by which revenue can increase has no mathematical cap; but it can only decrease by 100%. And that point is near.
The above is no doubt well understood by the very stable genius in the White House, who claims to have graduated first in his class from Wharton and has therefore threatened to sue Penn if they release the information which would, presumably, corroborate his assertion. As someone whose father actually did graduate first in his class from Wharton, the writer is in a position to know one when he sees one. And Mr. Trump is not one; not even close. We leave open the possibility that he was first to exit the commencement ceremony.
MOE
M.I.C.H – Modernity, Intelligence, Complexity, Humanity