The World is no longer Flat

robber_baronsIn the Gilded Age, the then powers of industry – Gould, Morgan, Mellon, Rockefeller, Ford, Carnegie, Vanderbilt – consolidated the means of the industrial economy into the hands of an oligarchy who controlled the actual wealth of the United States. The means at that time were steel, oil, railroads, transportation and banks. Wealth has nothing to do with being rich, it has everything to do with the power to bend the arc of history to one’s desired end point. For the first time in human history, non-royal entities, these Robber Barons, were able to consolidate and use wealth to affect the outcome of ordinary lives, not only in this country, but around the world, without ever having fired a shot or burned a village. To provide justification and prevent a natural backlash from those who were conquered, and this was indeed a conquering, they utilized an ancient method of control: mythology. They created the mythology of the self-made man, the Walter Mitty, the rise-from-the-gutter-into-the-penthouse kind of person, who through their own pluck and persistence, hard work and sacrifice, were able to pull themselves by their bootstraps into a position of dominance over their own meager environment. It was one of Aristotle’s classic dramatic constructs from ancient times: man against the world, now writ large and in real time, but this time married with the freedoms granted by this new country, only 100+ years old, that insisted that all men were created equal.

To assuage the victims of their economic dominance, to keep them in voluntary compliance, and to ease their own consciences (because no matter their province, they were still men of their times), they created philanthropic institutions dedicated to the virtues of this mythology: educated mind, healthy body, uplifted soul. They established trusts and charities, erected grand cultural temples, endowed their names on educational and athletic structures to give the people new gods to worship: knowledge, culture, chastity and fidelity all in the pursuit of one thing: wealth. In doing so, they enlisted the energies of the conquered to maintain their position of wealth, because the underlying message of the myth was: you can do this too. If you follow in my footsteps, you can get here, you will have arrived. If you sacrifice, save, stay sober, be industrious you too can get to the top.

The entirety of the 20th century is based on these ideals, where the arc of human history is either an acceptance of these principals (Wall Street, enterprise, diligent capitalism) or a rejection of them (Marxism, communism, despotism, socialism).

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But in the 21st century we find ourselves faced with a sadder truth: that this mythology was indeed a lie, that the system was rigged from the very beginning. We found there is no real equality, we are just playing out a 1000 year old class system that was written anew in the mountains and prairies of a new world. When we add the negative values of racial, ethnic and gender discrimination, values that are not uniquely American but are magnified through the prism of wealth, we find the system is rigged to promote inequality, to make sure that the vast majority of the people stay in voluntary servitude, bound to their rocks like Prometheus, baring open their chests so that the wealthy can rip out their hearts again and again.

There was one chance to change things, one opportunity to balance out an imbalance. It was a game changer like the world had never seen, a huge wave of egalitarian opportunity that was initially open to everyone who could find the keys to its access, in spite of their station, regardless of their country of birth. It was called the internet and in its short life, it created ripples from a small pool that had the power to capsize ocean liners across the globe. It was the equalizer that the ancient and modern world had never seen before, because even those who didn’t access it directly were indirectly affected by its use in ways they were unaware of. It moved through our lives in the way the slippery bonds of spider’s web eases itself into its host environment. It was ubiquitous, unusually so. Its price of access was small in comparison to the benefits that could be gained from it. Its power was in its virtual unfathomable depth, an endless world where new discoveries were made, where the promise of more was inherent in its use.

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And even though we infantilized it, even though it grew so fast and we embraced it so quickly that we easily took it for granted; even though we mis-used it and abused it, it was the one gift, the one key to lay power bare and truly make the world flat, to even out centuries of wealth dominance.

But we lost it. And even worse, we didn’t know and most of us didn’t care.

That’s what the end of Net Neutrality means. Now, instead of names like Rockefeller and Ford and Carnegie, which in spite of their excesses and human failings, were at least human; we have the faceless, ever-hungry maws of AT&T, Verizon, Comcast and a few other Oligarchs of the New Age, buffeted by their stock price and over-stuffed executive boards made of the wealthy few. With 75 years of wealth-generation, starting from the end of WWII, the tiny faces behind these global entities will now dictate, through supply-side economics, our ability to navigate through the world of the future. The toll roads of the New Jersey Turnpike have been moved into our living rooms and in our pockets and handbags, patrolled by an unseen paramilitary force that will prevent access or determine your route through economic means.

And we don’t care.

Pandora’s Box

301 Moved PermanentlyLet’s all re-read the myth of Pandora’s Box to understand the age we’re living in. Pandora was warned that once the box is open, there are things that once escaped can never be returned. The current occupant of the White House, a person afflicted with one of the worst social diseases of all, sociopathy, is our modern day Pandora and has allowed the dark forces that have been crawling around for over 200 years under the fabric of this country to escape into the zeitgeist.
Hate, ignorance and envy are the bane of mankind, the cause of our falling from grace, the triple threat to our mortality.  Systems of laws have developed over the course of our histories to mitigate these failures. When those laws over-reach, they reflect the Hobbesian dystopia that requires the Leviathan to press its overarching rule on our daily lives, resulting in authoritarianism. Ironically, when these laws are ignored or distrusted, we rush past Rousseau’s freedom of nature and descend into anarchy and chaos, thereby justifying the Leviathan’s existence and methods. Each extreme now seems to be meeting up in the current zeitgeist. The multiple evils from the corners of the dark box are now in the air and we take them in with every breath; once in our lungs, they emerge with every out-breath.
The results are catastrophic: we are up to our necks in a poisoned stew of distrust and lies, anxiety over what is real and what is not. And because our cortexes are still under development, because as a species we are still afflicted with the curse of atavistic barbarism, because anxiety overload can fell the tallest tree and shake the mightiest mountain, we escape into smaller and smaller bubbles, descending into tribalism as a means of defense. The further you are from my tribe, the less I can trust you, the more of a threat you pose to me. In the modern, post-Freudian world, its less of a threat to my physical self as it is to my psychological persona, my spiritual life, my individual identity. The bubble shrink wraps itself to include only me and through the miraculous curse of social media, I can curate a reality that feeds my tiny self interest precisely in the format I desire while fooling myself that others, trapped in their own, have my back. They…we, don’t. We’re too frightened for our own selves.
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And when we get to that point, the Leviathan wins, because our self-Balkanization forbids the loose interaction and flexibility necessary to lubricate the natural friction of allies to the same cause. We view those who might align with us as not worthy of our trust, as a threat to our psychic being: if not now, then potentially. As we turn away possible allies to a cause, as we dis-allow ourselves the possibility of new partnerships for new challenges, we unwittingly ratchet up our anxieties, tightening up our bubbles, causing them to cut off all air.
And then we’re vulnerable because we’re alone. And that’s just how the Box wants it: Leviathan awaits to take advantage of our post-existential crisis.

Dateline: 2030

Its 2030 and our long national nightmare is behind us.

Tiffany and Ivanka reunite after the latter’s messy divorce to Jared after his conviction that landed him, coincidentally, in the same cell occupied by his father, who’s now out on bail and working as a groundskeeper at a golf club in Bedminster, NJ. The sisters appear with Jimmy Fallon on the taping of his last show before retirement, reminiscing about how they completely ignored each other their entire lives until just last year when Tiffany was in line at a local Pinkberry and saw Ivanka changing the pour spout of the Blood Orange and Blueberry dispenser. After an awkward silence caused by Ivanka’s inability to make change at the register, they both burst into tears of regret and relief, hugged each other over the counter and accidentally broke the serving spoon container that stood between them. There’s rumor of an album and a clothes line in the works. Not clothing line, clothes line. Some are worried.
Barron left public life when he turned 21 and is reportedly on some kind of mission on a boat in the south of France. It is widely believed he’s had plastic surgery and changed his name, but no one really cared enough to find out.
After her line of FloodMe Pumps failed on Amazon, Melania returned to Eastern Europe and was appointed to the cabinet of the Prime Minister of Moldova, where she oversees relief work for victims of cyber-bullying, Stockholm Syndrome and bad lighting. She’s spotted every Thursday evening at the shore of a Black Sea resort, throwing what appears to be a bottle with a note in it into the water in the direction of the south of France.
Don Jr. launched a successful podcast from his private dacha in St. Petersburgh called “First Born: Second Rate” which is produced by the oldest son of his chief sponsor and adopted father, Vladimir Putin. He still has trouble pronouncing “security threat” in Russian but has developed a prickly sense of humor when it comes to idea of term limits at the Politboro.
Eric continues to pursue life as a touring country singer under the stage name of “Gummy” Phillips. He released a self-published travel book, “Change for a Dollar: A Critical Look at Motel 6” with proceeds going to an unnamed charity in the south of France.
Steve Bannon’s body was never found after it was reportedly trampled to death by a marauding pack of elk in N. Dakota’s Black Hills. Bannon was lured there on a phony recruitment trip, thinking it was the last bastion of white holdouts in the west, when he encountered a unity meeting of every single minority living in the US, including gays, women, POC, Native Americans, accountants who know what an adding machine is, Y2K programmers, the key grips from the original “Airplane” movies, Amazon greeters and women who purchased Ivanka’s and Tiffany’s clothes lines. A plaque is in the works.
The whereabouts of the former 45th President are still a mystery. There have been sightings from Paraguay and Uruguay to Vladivostok, but all have been unconfirmed. Except the south of France. He’s not there, believe me.