Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Immutable Laws


On last Sunday’s The Circus (Showtime) Steve Bannon said something that hadn’t occurred to me until then. He predicted with certainty that the Democrats would impeach Trump (that had occurred to me) but also that Mitch McConnell would, at that point, offer him what Bannon called “an acquittal deal”. Mr. Bannon is, as he is accustomed to be, interesting and wrong.

His mistake is to ignore two immutable laws of American politics. First: Trump can never be trusted to uphold his end of any deal and everyone, even McConnell, knows that. Second: only Republicans impeach, they only impeach Democrats, and they always fall short of the votes to remove.

But what about Nixon? you say. Nixon demonstrates how the process works when the shoe is on the other foot, as in the present case. In this situation the Democrats deliberate impeachment and produce articles which are voted out of committee and the Republicans response is to shove their president out the door. 

I can’t say I’ve examined even the outlines of Republican thinking on the matter. Who can really know such mysteries? Even Bannon, I’ll admit, likely has a better grasp than I. But I am holding to the immutable laws above. Sure, times change, political parties evolve, even flip polarities. In my bones, however, I feel it is late in history for the creation of entirely new patterns in the constitutional landscape.

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

The Hearse Song (The Worms Crawl In) - Harp Twins, Camille and Kennerly




Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by For you may be the next to die They wrap you up in a big white sheet From your head down to your feet They put you in a big black box And cover you up with dirt and rocks And all goes well for about a week And then your coffin begins to leak And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose They eat the jelly between your toes   There is something soft and green Puss comes out like whipping cream You spread it on a slice of bread And that’s what you eat when you're dead Your chest caves in, your eyes pop out Your brain turns to sauerkraut And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms crawl over the dead man’s snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose They eat the jelly between your toes   And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in The worms that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in, your hair falls out They invite their friends, and their friends too They all come down to chew on you And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose They eat the jelly between your toes   But at first you weren’t really gone, You could hear the mourning song. You yank the rope to ring the bell You call for God and you curse hell    So this is what it is to die,  I hope you had a nice goodbye Did you ever think as a hearse goes by That you might be the next to die?

Thursday, October 10, 2019

A Disorderly Retreat



Ukraine is a borderland. That’s the meaning of its name. And the border that it sits on, between Nato and Russia, seems to run through the middle of the country. In such a way that it can be shifted quickly, as it has in recent years, from one side to the other. The shift in 2014 dislodged more in American politics than was apparent at the time. Five years later ‘western’ Ukraine is exhausted, bewildered by the loss of its American client status, and seeking terms with the east.

There are students of imperialism who maintain that Trump represents a faction of the ruling class who reject confrontation with Russia and favor confrontation with China. I have no doubt such theorists can be found and that they are well funded and have copiously documented strategies. Since the failure of the neo-conservative campaigns of the Bush era, however, I suspect all such strategies are no more than wish fulfillment and the true plans of the American empire are to hold the line and pray their credit holds out.

Moreover, everything indicates that if such a strategy is loose in this administration it is operating without any sort of executive control. In the case of Ukraine it would be possible for an American president to establish a policy seeking to mediate the conflict between Kiev and Moscow as part of a new detente with Russia, allowing American power to focus on an economically ascendant China. It would not be easy and would run counter to a great many positions that have been solidly entrenched over the last thirty years. But, just as with Nixon’s Chinese play, it becomes an option when the most strident voices of aggressive imperialism, those emanating from the Republican party, are brought to heel.

But nothing of the sort is going on here. Trump has no strategic ability and is completely without the friends required to carry out such a change in direction. Politically he is pure reptilian complex. Idiotic. What is being unveiled is just another instance where Trump, whose private interests were honed in the relatively primitive world of accumulation which is big city real estate, attempted to monetize his power out of the very complex world of global capital. But this time he has double-crossed the empire.

The allies he will need in the days to come are caught in what is likely to be a withering crossfire. Having never made a serious attempt to build a case for imperial withdrawal or for rapprochement with the Kremlin he is left without a political defense in a court where he will face a jury of imperialists instead of an audience of the devoted.

The deep state has never trusted Trump. It is indifferent to whether he is Republican or Democratic and it has no fear that he will subvert its authoritarian toolkit. But all candidates for high office need to display, by recognized pedigree or by cultivation of contacts, allegiance; not so much to the democratic traditions of the republic, but to the  position which it now occupies in international capitalism. Trump has never bothered.

Vetting candidates is a function of the parties. But, while the GOP made a half-hearted attempt to derail Trump in the last election, it failed. And its failure has now put in peril its fitness to rule the empire. If it defends its president it endorses the unsightly corruption of the worst currents of privately held capital and throws up its hands before the multitude of foreign policy crises which make landfall on our shores with the regularity of hurricanes. If it removes him it risks ending its status as a mass party.

What we know as the two party system was the outgrowth of national expansion, regional divisions, and the coexistence of slave and wage labor. Republican paranoia about a one party state may demonstrate its unconscious understanding that it has lost its utility as either a bulwark of American capital or as a contributor to any of the solutions which the entire world will require from the working mass of its citizens in the near future.

In each art the difficulty of the form is a substitution for the difficulty of direct apprehension and expression of the object. The first difficulty may be more or less overcome, but the second is insuperable; thus every poem begins, or ought to, by a disorderly retreat to defensible positions. Or, rather, by a perception of the hopelessness of direct combat, and a resort to the warfare of spells, effigies, and prophecies.
Richard Wilbur

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Five Million Dollars!

Aerial shots for this month's Game Night sponsored by Deutsche Zeppelin-Reederei.

The Wasteland

The Improvements



Development



The word 'improve' itself, in its original meaning, did not mean just 'make better in a general sense but literally meant to do something for monetary profit, especially to cultivate land for profit (based on the old French for into, en, and profit, pros - or its oblique case, preu). By the seventeenth century, the word 'improver' was firmly fixed in the language to refer to someone who rendered land productive and profitable, especially by enclosing it or reclaiming waste.
The Origin of Capitalism - Ellen Meiksins Wood