Saturday, December 26, 2015

Rat Socialism and You

If you have ever lived in a condominium then you know rat socialism.  It's the kind which comes with the condo committee which manages the funds collected from your condo fees for maintenance and support of the collective good ... and ... which is run every time by some little fucking Stalin.

Rat Socialism is when you have to paint your exterior walls pink, the interior walls must be white, and everybody has to listen to fucking Abba all the time.

(Ed:  won't that kill you?)

You're telling me they're not already dead?  They use wearable computers to discover what their hearts are doing.  How much more clue do you need they are androids running on batteries.

There's only one thing which comes out of Rat Socialism:  everyone wants to kill the little Stalin running it.


Many view Socialism in general as a steroidal behemoth relative to Rat Socialism ... but which still has a Stalin running it.  Behold the nightmare!  We are all going to die but first it will suck the blood out of us and our children!

The problem with that extension is the same as with school boards.  The people on school boards are the political losers so inept the only political gig they could (cough) win was one on a school board.  No wonder they're run like crap with regular book-burnings when we find the most least-capable people to do it.  The same thing happens with condo committees because they're always run by some asshole with nothing better to do than run a condo committee.


We get charged a lot with Desmond Morris socialism and loving how baboons, deadly as they can be, are highly tribal or socialized.  The really cynical may dismiss it as American Indian Socialism and hell, son, we wiped out them dang injuns in the Nineteenth Century.

That kind of dismissive pundit palaver doesn't obviate the reality of intently tribal behavior in humans.  If we don't have one then we build one.  Nothing makes most of us happier than building a big family tribe with extended family all around us, the bigger, the better.  If we don't have enough blood family around then we will recruit from the tribes around us.

Multiple of my siblings have built tribes around them and there are successes and heartbreaks within them but the tribe stays fundamental.  I am (sob) the black sheep because I listen to silence and often beat the air with my hands.

(Ed:  you're Crazy Eddie?)

Right you are, Mister Rosewater.


(Ed:  so what does all this airy fairy crap have to do with Stalin on the condo committee?)

We wuz talkin' with Kannafoot, see, and it was about some New Age windmill which actually is really cool as in highly-efficient, highly-productive and, hopefully, small enough dollars to be suitable for household use.

Then we wuz thinkin', this is probably some expensive kit when you add in batteries and whatnot to really make the whole thing work reliably.  Maybe that means it's better to make a neighborhood 'wind farm' out of these gadgets which has maybe a couple of dozen of them.

(Ed:  and that's where the worry about Rat Socialism comes?)

Righty, right, matey.

Now we have some little fucking Stalin who controls the access to house power so that's a whole major leap from the Stalin who only wants me to paint my walls some dipshit color and listen to Abba.


A whole lot of the socialisticaphobia goes to back in yer workplace.  Usually you come up with some asshole boss who tells you what to do and fires you if you don't do it.  Of course you have to do what the boss wants you to do but that's the lowest level boss way to get things done.  If one of these gets into real authority in yer Rat Socialism, you'll get a fucking Stalin every time.

Managers aren't bosses and I was moderately good at it.  I never told my boys what to do but rather told them what I needed to get done.  Then I would ask each of them what can they do and when can they do it. That deal would get struck and then it didn't matter to me if they watched cartoons in-between so long as they delivered whatever it was on-time or we came up with a reason it needed to be extended.

That doesn't mean I would make a good politician because you've got to have some need for power but I didn't, I just like to make really big things happen.  Kannafoot was my partner in such endeavors because he had one crew of software wolverines and I had another so we could make some huge things and that was one major professional pleasure.

(Ed:  don't wolverines live for ripping the living hell out of things and leaving a huge bloody mess all over the place?)

Hey, wolverines have to eat too.

(Ed:  they ate my fucking dog!)

Get a bigger dog!


The biggest fear of Socialism isn't because of the loathing for Rat Socialism and the pipsqueak rodents who run it but rather it's fear of interruption to the Rat War.

The Rat War isn't the one in Syria as that one is only the distraction to amuse the television audience while the real war with the Middle East is being fought with oil tankers.  The Rat War is represented by the Saudis of OPEC who seek to saturate the world's oil supply with oil they have pumped from their wells and by the Koch Brothers who are emblematic of America's successful attempts to saturate the oil supply with 'dirty oil' (i.e. oil obtained in dirty ways such as fracking or extraction from slag, etc).

The war between those Rat Warriors has brought the price of gasoline to well under two dollars but you are being gamed like a stiff on a New York City sidewalk while the player works you in a game of Three Card Monte.

The price of gasoline in Europe is right now somewhere over four pounds a gallon which is roughly six and a half dollars.  There's a major game in-play and here we're calling it a Rat War.


(Ed:  you're seriously going to tie this rambling piece of crap back together?)

Stand back, Godfrey.


We have a justifiable fear and loathing of Rat Socialism because we all want to pickle condo managers.  However, we have a natural inclination toward Socialism even though we are often lazy about it and wind up with school boards which couldn't even run a bake sale.  While there is so much fear of Socialism being stirred, it serves not much more purpose than obfuscating the real fear which has nothing at all to do with Socialism but rather with the Rat War and the unfathomable and impenetrable extremes of wealth which go with it.

Right about now, the wise Goldwater Republican ought to be realizing there's no chance of retaining the corporate hegemony which has been running roughshod for decades.  Therefore, how does the crafty Goldwaterite keep that big oil play in motion with the King Socialist running the game.

Here at the Rockhouse, we don't see a problem in it for the Goldwaterites.  To stop fracking in the U.S. will take more than waving a Socialist wand to do it.  We're not interested just now if it's warranted to do it but rather whether it's even politically possible to stop it.  We don't think so, at least not quickly.

We don't see how a pullback from military commitment in Syria and in the Middle East in general will particularly affect the Rat War.  So long as the fracking doesn't stop, the pressure remains on OPEC.  Thus far, we have seen OPEC will not back off and now you have a Mexican standoff (i.e. both hold a gun at each other's head).

Therefore, in grand Biblical summation, we conclude the wild fear of Socialism is nothing but a rubbish smokescreen around the economic combat which is the real war but which we do not see as seriously affected by a reduction in America's military combat role.  Consequently, the objectives of Goldwaterites and the Socialist Left are not so radically different in this context.

(Ed:  well, ok.  It finally got there but who is going to read this piece of crap?)

No idea.

(Ed:  is the bad language really necessary?)

Yes.  I don't consider anything 'bad language,' there is only bad use of it.

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