Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Chickens and Roosting

Sorry for the late start, but things have been a little busy, and I've taken the little bit of free time today to look into some pressing personal matters...anyway, I did hit Oyster's page--check it out--he's got a wonderful story about Dubya, his iPod, corporate greed, and a Biafrian response. His slide show is damn fine as well...

And then I managed to quickly scan James Wolcott's latest, a warning/observation about the coming crunch--while the old masters of the markets evince trepidation, plenty of next generation geniuses show all the alertness of a big orange tabby cat after an extended visit to the food bowl...a big yawn, followed by a stretch, followed by a curl and a return to somnolent state. Hmmm...sort of like the reaction to Iraq, if you think about it.

However, excrement has a way of splattering badly upon contact with rotating bladed surfaces, and Wolcott allows James Howard Kunstler (of Clusterfuck Nation) to sum up:

I notice lately that there are two kinds of hubris operating among the "forward-thinking" classes in America (which is to say, those who are thinking at all). One I call techno-hubris. It represents the idea that there are really no limits to our powers of innovation and it is obviously the product of our experience in the past century, especially of our victory in World War Two and of the 1969 moon landing. The other kind is organizational hubris, the certainty that we can organize our way around the oil bottleneck, global warming, and population overshoot. What both modes of thinking have in common is that neither recognizes the probability that we are moving into a period of discontinuity, turbulence and hardship. Both modes of thinking assume that we can negotiate a smooth transition from where we are now to a new-and-improved human condition...

When you combine the seven deadly sins with high technology, you get some really serious problems. You get turbo-sins. It's dreadful to imagine what goeth after turbo-pride.


Turbo-fall doesn't sound like a pleasant proposition...

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