Cornucopia of Opinions

A few mini-thoughts, conveniently assembled into a single post for your reading pleasure:

  1. I’m about one-third complete with A Patriot’s History of the United States.  It’s not bad insofar as it hits the major themes of American history, but the book is vexing in that it seems written not as a one-volume primer on U.S. history, but as a point-by-point rebuttal of left-wing opinions about U.S. history.  It’s unquestionably an ideological view of America — complete with unsupported assertions about what, e.g., the Founders thought about slavery and natural law — and it reflexively argues for a free-market interpretation of such events as Andrew Jackson’s crushing of the Second Bank of the United States, which in the context of the book was not a happy event.  I’ll finish the volume, but from a purely historiographical perspective, I’m not impressed despite being sympathetic.
  2. One of the most sublime treatises on morality, I think, is the first half of St. Paul’s letter to the Romans.  The core argument — that there is no sin apart from the law — presents a useful check to those who wish to find a home in the law, or at least in moral code that’s heavily legalistic in its approach.  The specific example I keep thinking about, in the context of this point, is sexual morality.  A friend of mine from elementary school once remarked that although she wants a baby, she won’t have sex until she’s married.  Her abstinence is cultural, rooted in religion; there is a perspective that religion forbids pre-marital sex, so she will remain a virgin until her wedding night.  Fair enough.  But the whole point about abstinence isn’t “don’t have sex until you’re married” — the point is that people are intrinsically valuable as moral agents in themselves, and ought not to be treated instrumentally.  So, the letter of the law says, abstain from premarital sex.  But the spirit of the law says, do not treat others as merely an object of desire-gratification; treat them as human persons worthy of dignity.  Hence, many forms of premarital sex are surely sinful, in that they’re merely hookups designed for the easy fix.  But is a non-marital but loving relationship that includes sexual activity genuinely sinful?  What is it about the simple act of marriage — which, from the persepective of Catholic sacramental theology, is merely a function of desire for that long-term, loving commitment — that takes an activity and gives it a positive or negative moral status?  Doesn’t intentionality trump the circumstantial accidents of an act? 
  3. Yet another rhetorical question:  What, exactly, qualifies Barack Obama to be the next chief executive of the most powerful state in human history?  I’m genuinely curious.
  4. There’s a lot of hot air being bandied around about universal health care.  One aspect of health care that receives too little attention — because, no doubt, of its status as “slayer of political ambition” — is reform of our odd system of employer-supplied insurance coverage.  Jobs that provided health benefits are relatively new; the phenomenon started during World War II, when non-monetary benefits were extended to employees as an incentive that skirted the federal government’s wage controls during the war.  Like all largesse flowing to the masses, it’s a one-way ratchet, so that today, we have an utterly bizarre system that treats all healthcare, even routine well care, as an insurable event (isn’t the point of insurance to mitigate against catastrophic risk?), and this insurance is supposed to be supplied not by the policy holder, but by the the policy holder’s employer.  In a moral sense, can someone explain why my boss has to pay to ensure that I have my annual physical?  Yes, it’s possible to rationalize the benefits of the current system retrospectively, but it’s a Sisyphean task to explain why the system itself is the most appropriate choice in a moral, political, or economic sense.  If Americans want “affordable health care,” then Job #1 is cost containment.  This is done chiefly by making the consumers responsible for their level of utilization (i.e., allowing the market to determine pricing), and THAT is done by ensuring that patients have a direct financial stake in their overall plan of care.  Giving Uncle Sam a monopoly on the provision of benefits or services isn’t the right solution, in any sense.

All for now.

White Boy Got No Rhythm

Much to my astonishment, Dave mentioned that he’s something of a music elitist who can categorize people based solely on their choice of songs.  This prompted me to think a bit about the role of music in my life, and why the list of MP3s on my hard drive looks the way it does.

First, my musical history.  I had several years of piano lessons as a middle-schooler and was an enthusiastic member of the children’s choir at church.  I enjoyed it, yet by the time I hit high school, I was too cool for piano and choir so instead I took up the coronet for a year.  When I discovered that band was for nerds during my freshman year, I walked away from music altogether.

This was a decision I came to regret.

While wrapping up my undergrad years, I took two semesters of private organ instruction and one semester of small-group vocal performance, all electives for the non-music majors.  I loved these classes, and the instructors, but I learned that with music, “use it or lose it” is an iron-clad law of nature.  I was so accustomed to touch-typing, for example, that it was hard for me to play a keyboard instrument and make both hands work simultaneously as they did when I was a child.

I decided to try it yet again last summer.  I had a few months of private singing lessons with a local performer, and my attempt at piano lessons was rebuffed by a classical pianist from Russia who said I didn’t need instruction (she believed I knew the fundamental techniques and appropriate theory) but rather practice, practice, and more practice.  So, I sing in the car and occasionally tinker on my electronic keyboard, knowing that for now, I’m just going through the motions.

This brings me to my musical preferences.

The short version is that I have none, really.  My tastes are eclectic.  I really like classical (more specifically, the ornate works most characteristic of the Baroque era — I think Bach’s Mass in B Minor is perhaps the most sublime creation in the history of humankind).  Chant also moves me.  Some of the modern stuff (typically, Top 40) I find agreeable, but mostly for want of a reason to reject it.

So, what explains my playlist?

Sentiment, mostly.  A lot of songs I enjoy that were produced in the modern era, I like not because of the music itself, but because the song has some sort of contextual meaning.  I love Chris DeBurgh’s Lady in Red because it reminds me of my high-school prom and my date, Jenni, who wore a red dress and insisted that we dance to that song.  I like some of Paula Cole’s music because I heard so much of it while my mother went through her divorce.  The ’80s hair metal I enjoy was the music of the cool kids while I was growing up.

Some of it is admittedly rooted in the music itself.  I confess to a guilty pleasure in the absurd synth of most of Bonnie Tyler’s stuff.  Eminem’s lyrics are damned good — poetic, even.  I love singing along to Simon and Garfunkel or Dan Fogelberg.  The mood of, say, Iris or Unwell usually strikes a chord.

That notwithstanding, sentiment really does rule the day.  Most performers don’t deliver a sufficiently consistent corpus of work to make me a true “fan of the band,” so I don’t really have loyalties to contemporary musicians.  I simply pick and choose what I like, even when “what I like” is governed by reasons external to the music.

So, if a music elitist were to browse my playlist … what judgments might be derived?

Politics: Depressing

Friends know how much, historically, I have been a politics junkie.  As a lifelong Republican with a political-science degree, I have tracked the goings-on in Lansing, Washington, and across the Big Blue Marble with a mixture of hope and optimism.

No longer.

My disillusionment started in early 2006.  I began to feel that the GOP Congress could do nothing without the approval of K Street, and the Bush team brought executive incompetence to a level not seen since the days of Carter and Buchanan.  Big words from a person who actually cried with joy at the 1994 sweep, and who resigned from a newspaper job after forcing a Bush endorsement — the paper’s first GOP presidential endorsement in 75 years! — in 2004.  But it’s true:  I find little praiseworthy in the GOP in the District of Columbia, and even less for the GOP in Lansing.

The problems of the Congressional GOP in the last days of its majority were myriad:  Too much spending, too little reform, too little oversight, too little attentiveness to real problems.  Instead, the Congress felt like a big rubber stamp for special interests.  And the president?  He seems to value loyalty over competence to such an extreme degree that we ended up with “Brownie’s Katrina” and the ongoing wheel-spinning in the otherwise winnable Iraq war.

Of course, it’s not that I think the Democrats are any better.  They’re not.  In fact, I think they’re a hell of a lot worse; they seem to have taken a vacation from seriousness over these last few years, putting up the hardest-left candidates they can and fighting unnecessary and divisive culture wars at home while live-fire wars overseas get short shrift.  No, the Dems are hardly an improvement.

My political ennui is not a function of disappointment in the loyal opposition; rather, it’s that my own team seems to have imploded with no clear path to redemption.  McCain as the new standard-bearer?  Losing safe seats in special elections?  It seems like that today’s GOP is doing its damndest to emulate John Major’s Tories.

So, we stand at the beginning of a two-person presidential race.  Will it be Obama?  Will it be McCain?  I don’t know — and frankly, I don’t much care. 

The GOP’s liberal, Rockefeller wing got its nominee, and the conservative base is somewhat less than amused.  With the Democrats nominating a person who is likely their least viable nominee in American political history, the GOP responded by nominating a person who seems to revel in giving his base the middle finger.  Cute.  It’s as if the RNC is taking a page from the strategy manual of the Michigan GOP — the state party adept at seizing defeat from the jaws of victory. 

But then, the GOP and the conservative movement have split a bit.  This is not a bad thing; my earlier, not-very-qualified support of both has since waned.  The party’s platform has ossified into incoherence, and the movement’s emphasis on the same old cultural issues is wearing thin.

So, to steal Lenin’s phrase:  What is to be done?   Herewith my plan for what’d I’d love to see on the political stage:

  1. The GOP needs to be the party of fiscal responsibility.  This starts with ending — no ifs, ands, or buts — the practice of earmarks.  It means an end to pork-barrel spending.  It means an end to programs and subsidies that exist merely because they were in the prior-year’s federal budget.  It means support for low taxes that encourage capital growth and entrepreneurial economic activity.
  2. The GOP should block — or even roll back — the entitlement mentality, through the fostering of an ownership society.  No socialized medicine, no growth of benefits programs, and a greater willingness to grant waivers to states to experiment with alternative means of providing the “social safety net.”  Bush was right, after his re-election, to emphasize an ownership society; he abandoned that rhetoric too quickly.  A financial stake in the public health leads to better decision-making than in trusting that the bread-and-circus crowd will act with sufficient foresight.
  3. The GOP needs a coherent foreign policy.  Either we do or we do not engage in nation-building, for example.  And if we are going to thumb our noses at much of what happens at Turtle Bay, then let’s be consistent in it.
  4. The GOP and the conservative movement should moderate some very old dogmas about the social space.  The old evangelical consensus about the environment and gay rights are proving problematic.  Instead of fighting the federalization of these issues, the default response of conservatives is to thrust the head into the sand.  Even if one has issues with the science behind global warming, for example, the smart money is to find a good, market-friendly solution instead of denying the science and letting the Left unilaterally impose its statist, bureaucratic solution.  Same with gay marriage.  It’s gonna happen, so find a way to ensure that the least harm is done to the Constitution instead of passing DOMA after DOMA.
  5. The GOP needs to bring back a meaningful federalism.  States matter.  States allow us to experiment with different approaches to social problems without being stuck with a single, monolithic, less-than-ideal approach negotiated on K Street.

I remain less than convinced that John McCain will be the apostle of reform that I think the Republican Party needs to resuscitate itself.  So, I look forward to an election that will witness more hard-left members of Congress get appointed, and which may well end with an Obama victory. 

And I don’t much care at this point.

Vegas II: Reflections

One of the great things about Las Vegas is that it’s a people-watchers’ paradise.  Consider this a field report.

  • Vegas is decidedly heterosexual.  There weren’t many singles, and the male-female pairs strongly predominated.  We saw perhaps two lesbian couples (they were holding hands), and no two-male pairs that suggested anything other than hetero friendships.  The sexuality is almost exclusively oriented in hetero fashion — I never once saw an ad for a male strip club — and even the high-profile male revue shows will bar admittance to men.
  • Young Asian males overwhelmingly dress in trendy metrosexual fashion, even when they’re married.  
  • Buff men flaunt it.  So do toned women.  No one else seems to care.
  • There are many more tattooed men and women in Vegas than in West Michigan.
  • Many of the white tourists appeared to be from Eastern Europe, judging by the sounds of their language.  There didn’t appear to be many Hispanic tourists.
  • People who wear non-standard clothing styles usually pull off some funky combinations if they look and act confident.
  • Most gamblers don’t bother to check pay schedules — they’ll merrily sit playing 6/5 bonus poker with nary a thought about the house edge.
  • There didn’t appear to be many people who visited the casinos alone.
  • Never underestimate the brainlessness of a herd, especially when it’s comprised of youngsters.
  • The gaming professionals in Vegas know their jobs well.
  • You know how to tell a first-time visitor?  They’re the ones with cameras.  On second and subsequent trips to Sin City, the glitter fades.
  • Many people seem to lack a fundamental sense of space — they walk and orient themselves as if no other humans were around, thus presenting barriers to navigation that require fancy footwork to ameliorate.

Feeling Small

I have never felt small.  Nor, for that matter, have I ever felt tall.  I stand 5’10”, and am a normal-sized adult human male.

Lately, however, I’ve just felt short.  At the hospital, I work in a building in the middle of a construction zone, and judging by the men I sometimes encounter on the elevator, it seems like there’s a minimum height requirement of 7’1″ to be employed in the construction industry.

OK, so perhaps the manual trades attract bigger, more testosterone-saturated men.  But what explains the fact that many eighth-grade boys tower over me?

For the last few weeks, I’ve served as the worship coordinator for the diocesan Confirmation Masses at the cathedral.  Our bishop wants to personally confirm each young person in the diocese, and he does them in small clumps of parishes at scheduled Masses at St. Andrew’s.  As a worship coordinator, I direct the flow of candidates and sponsors from the staging area to the cathedra.

I’ve been astonished at how many of the male candidates — typically, boys in the seventh to ninth grades — are significantly taller than I am.  At the last Mass, of perhaps 45 boys being confirmed, two-thirds were taller than me by at least two inches.

And don’t get me started on physique.  Most of those boys could out-power me with probably little difficulty. 

Have I simply not noticed this before?  Or (perhaps as a function of better nutrition and disease prevention) are young people healthier and therefore getting taller and more “built”?

Wallowing in Sociopathy

Today’s million-dollar question:  Is there anything significant in people openly bragging about their disordered behaviors?

I thought about this in the context of last weekend’s "spring fling."  Several of the partygoers were open and unashamed of their substance-abuse problems, and had no qualms whatsoever in disclosing this to strangers.  A few of them are alcoholics; a few have had problems with drugs ranging from marijuana to cocaine.  Yet in the disclosures was a hint of a challenge.  Was it pride?  A dare to confront?  Not sure.

What I do know is that I was surprised at the way that "addict" status was borne as a badge of honor.  It was almost like a certificate of authenticity; if you haven’t developed the libertarian-style relativism that comes from snorting cocaine from public toilets, then you really don’t have much street cred.

So, I asked Steph (one of my lovely baristas) about her experiences — she is young and social and appears to have her head screwed on straight.  She said she knows people who are similarly situated; most addicts in her peer group (I think she’s 21) just don’t talk about it.  Jen (another lovely barista, who has an academic background in counseling) suggested that this phenomenon isn’t exactly obscure.

I don’t mean to sound like I’m generalizing; I’m not.  I have insufficient data to claim that there is a groundswell of pro-addict sentiment bubbling from below.  But I do know that there is something significant in the fact that several strangers felt the need to proudly disclose a history of substance abuse, with the clear expectation that even if I didn’t find it objectionable, I certainly wouldn’t say a negative word about it.

Duane’s Conversation

My friend Duane blogged today about conversations.  Instead of summarizing his argument, I’ll merely link to it.  Read it before reading on, please.

No, really.  READ IT.

OK, good.  Let’s continue.

I recall, late last fall, visiting an elderly gentleman in the hospital.  I was making my normal pastoral-care rounds, and stopped by his room to provide him with Communion and perhaps some spiritual counseling.  The gentleman’s condition wasn’t life-threatening, and he was looking forward to his discharge a day or two hence.

Normally, these visits are routine affairs; you stop in for a moment, and then you go.  Every now and then, a visit extends for upwards of an hour — usually because the patient has needs that require addressing.

This fellow took about 45 minutes of my time.  I think, fundamentally, he was just lonely.  As I recall, he was well into his 80s, and his remaining family was out of the state.  He didn’t have many people to talk to, so whenever someone would listen, he’d tell his story.

And tell stories, he did.  Fascinating ones.  He was a veteran of WW2, Korea, and Vietnam — first in the Army Air Corps/USAF, and then in the U.S. Navy, mostly as a pilot.  He grew up in Grand Rapids and came of age during the Great Depression; he told us how his family would grow cucumbers, pickle them, and sell the pickles for pennies a jar to immigrant families along the city’s southern industrial belt.  The amusing anecdotes of living in an apartment building with several other families — the building had a single, shared washroom — were priceless.  He told me about his mother driving the family’s first car into the living room because she forgot how to work the clutch, and how difficult it was in a social sense to adjust to life with indoor plumbing, electricity, telephones, and even television.

Some of the stories were sad.  His father, who had been severely wounded in combat during the Great War, lost a son; the boy saw his father take pills (for his wounds) and decided to do what daddy did.  And my gentle storyteller’s own son had a birth defect that required serious and constant attention before the boy eventually died.

Most interesting from his stories was the perspective that came through.  A cynic might call it fatalism, but I think it is more a generational understanding — perhaps lost in our own day — that people are fundamentally responsible for themselves.  Not a lot of self-pity, and a warm embrace of the fond times without going insane about the bad, but certainly a strong sense of personal responsibility.

As I read Duane’s post, it occurred to me that one of the joys of listening to my old patient was that I didn’t need to reply.  I didn’t have to answer or rebut or even trade a story of my own.  I could focus solely on listening, and I enjoyed that.

Duane is right that we (myself included) tend to listen only insofar as to cue up the next thing to spew from betwixt our lips.  He’s also right that this presents a barrier to meaningful two-way conversation.

But I wonder:  Is part of the problem that we no longer feel a need to listen without speaking?  Is storytelling — in the wizened chief enthralling the tribe by the campfire vein — vanishing from our cultural landscape?

Perhaps we’d all do a bit better if, every now and then, we sat down with our elders and focused only on their stories.  Even if it’s at McDonalds.

Duane's Conversation

My friend Duane blogged today about conversations.  Instead of summarizing his argument, I’ll merely link to it.  Read it before reading on, please.

No, really.  READ IT.

OK, good.  Let’s continue.

I recall, late last fall, visiting an elderly gentleman in the hospital.  I was making my normal pastoral-care rounds, and stopped by his room to provide him with Communion and perhaps some spiritual counseling.  The gentleman’s condition wasn’t life-threatening, and he was looking forward to his discharge a day or two hence.

Normally, these visits are routine affairs; you stop in for a moment, and then you go.  Every now and then, a visit extends for upwards of an hour — usually because the patient has needs that require addressing.

This fellow took about 45 minutes of my time.  I think, fundamentally, he was just lonely.  As I recall, he was well into his 80s, and his remaining family was out of the state.  He didn’t have many people to talk to, so whenever someone would listen, he’d tell his story.

And tell stories, he did.  Fascinating ones.  He was a veteran of WW2, Korea, and Vietnam — first in the Army Air Corps/USAF, and then in the U.S. Navy, mostly as a pilot.  He grew up in Grand Rapids and came of age during the Great Depression; he told us how his family would grow cucumbers, pickle them, and sell the pickles for pennies a jar to immigrant families along the city’s southern industrial belt.  The amusing anecdotes of living in an apartment building with several other families — the building had a single, shared washroom — were priceless.  He told me about his mother driving the family’s first car into the living room because she forgot how to work the clutch, and how difficult it was in a social sense to adjust to life with indoor plumbing, electricity, telephones, and even television.

Some of the stories were sad.  His father, who had been severely wounded in combat during the Great War, lost a son; the boy saw his father take pills (for his wounds) and decided to do what daddy did.  And my gentle storyteller’s own son had a birth defect that required serious and constant attention before the boy eventually died.

Most interesting from his stories was the perspective that came through.  A cynic might call it fatalism, but I think it is more a generational understanding — perhaps lost in our own day — that people are fundamentally responsible for themselves.  Not a lot of self-pity, and a warm embrace of the fond times without going insane about the bad, but certainly a strong sense of personal responsibility.

As I read Duane’s post, it occurred to me that one of the joys of listening to my old patient was that I didn’t need to reply.  I didn’t have to answer or rebut or even trade a story of my own.  I could focus solely on listening, and I enjoyed that.

Duane is right that we (myself included) tend to listen only insofar as to cue up the next thing to spew from betwixt our lips.  He’s also right that this presents a barrier to meaningful two-way conversation.

But I wonder:  Is part of the problem that we no longer feel a need to listen without speaking?  Is storytelling — in the wizened chief enthralling the tribe by the campfire vein — vanishing from our cultural landscape?

Perhaps we’d all do a bit better if, every now and then, we sat down with our elders and focused only on their stories.  Even if it’s at McDonalds.

Does the 21st Century Really Blow?

A link in a USG post to an article at Cracked.com, titled “Seven reasons the 21st Century is Making You Miserable,” contains some interesting germs of truth.  The general points of the essay include:

  1. We don’t have enough annoying strangers in our lives.
  2. We don’t have enough annoying friends, either.
  3. Texting is a shitty way to communicate.
  4. Online company only makes us lonelier.
  5. We don’t get criticized enough.
  6. We’re victims of the Outrage Machine.
  7. We feel worthless, because we actually are worth less.

Interesting.

The gist of the rant is that contemporary youth culture is so disconnected from meaningful, direct, physical relationships that people’s social competence is deteriorating markedly. 

The lack of “annoying strangers” strips us of the ability to build up a tolerance for routine inconvenience — why risk a toddler kicking your seat in a movie theater when you can rent the nearly new release from Netflix and watch it at home?  Thus, we become hypersensitive to irritation, which reinforces the tendency to withdraw.

The lack of “annoying friends” is the flip side to the coin.  The wired generation’s ability to find “friends” in a virtual environment, most of whom are marked by their commonality, means they have less of an imperative to deal with incompatible people.  They are losing the ability to cooperate with people with opposing tastes and conflicting personalities.  As the writer put it: 

“It turns out, apparently, that after you get over that first irritation, after you shed your shell of ‘they listen to different music because they wouldn’t understand mine’ superiority, there’s a sort of comfort in needing other people and being needed on a level beyond common interests. It turns out humans are social animals after all. And that ability to suffer fools, to tolerate annoyance, that’s literally the one single thing that allows you to function in a world populated by other people who aren’t you. Otherwise, you turn emo.”

Of course, when you are isolated from irritation and have only like-minded friends, you can rely on electronic communication and usually get away with it.  Yet the statistic (which, I’m told, comes from “them”) is that people misunderstand 40 percent of e-mail content.  When your social circle is heavily dependent on electronic communication, like e-mails and IMs and text messages, how much is getting lost in translation?

That brings the writer to his fourth point — online company reinforces a person’s loneliness and isolation.  Why?  Because studies suggest (he asserts) that 93 percent of meaning is captured in body language and tone of voice.  Only seven percent is captured in words.  Thus, communication in this mode is not a two-way exchange of ideas and personalities, it’s rather a mere skeleton upon which we hang our own assumptions and prejudices; we supply our own emotional content to online communication instead of relying on the content provided by one’s interlocutor.

And what’s a logical consequence of having few friends, and relying on non-personal communication?  We don’t have deeply meaningful relationships that provide us with genuine, self-improving criticism.  The original author’s comments are worth re-posting at length:

“Tragically, there are now a whole lot of people who never have those conversations. The interventions, the brutal honesty, the, ‘you know, everybody’s pissed off because of what you said last night, but nobody wants to say anything because they’re afraid of you,’ sort of conversations. Those horrible, awkward, wrenchingly uncomfortable sessions that you can only have with someone who sees right to the center of you.

“E-mail and texting are awesome tools for avoiding that level of honesty. With text, you can respond when you feel like it. You can measure your words. You can pick and choose which questions to answer. The person on the other end can’t see your face, can’t see you get nervous, can’t detect when you’re lying. You have almost total control and as a result that other person never sees past your armor, never sees you at your worst, never knows the embarrassing little things about yourself that you can’t control. Gone are the common quirks, humiliations and vulnerabilities that real friendships are built on.”

Without meaningful criticism, we have no gut-check to help us to put things into proper context.  In the larger social sense, our increasing disconnection on an interpersonal level is mirrored on a social level; merely from a mass-media perspective, there is no uniform presentation of fact and interpretation, so that our perception of the world is not grounded in shared understanding.  The original poster focused on larger issues:  “There effectively is no ‘mass media’ any more so, where before we disagreed because we saw the same news and interpreted it differently, now we disagree because we’re seeing completely different freaking news. When we can’t even agree on the basic facts, the differences become irreconcilable. That constant feeling of being at bitter odds with the rest of the world brings with it a tension that just builds and builds.” 

Although this is probably true in its way, I think it applies even more strongly on a granular level.  The “outrage machine” is the natural consequence of not being challenged to see the world from a diversity of perspective.  When we have few meaningful friendships, when our communication is colored by the self-imposed template of ego implied by electronic discourse, when we self-select our friends based on our own preferences — what do you expect?  Anything that diverges from base desire is not only inconvenient, it is also bad.  Those things which we dislike, because our ability to manage irritation has atrophied, are elevated to a moral level totally disproportionate to the subject-matter.  Hence the phenomenon of college students who cannot locate Iraq on a map to within 1,000 miles, but are capable of deeply felt bumper-sticker vitriol against Bush/Cheney for being “capitalist warmongers.”

The seventh point — that “we feel worthless, because we actually are worth less” — emphasizes the social disconnect attendant to living in a wired world.  Although we get to minimize our irritation by self-selecting compatible friends, those friends are doing the same things to us.  Our interpersonal bonds are tenuous, and we are usually quite OK with that.  But the original poster suggests (with merit) that humans are hard-wired “to need to do things for people” — its what makes the whole being-a-social-species thing work.  When you have no one to do for, you have fewer opportunities to do those esteem-building things that make you likeable or give you social worth.   Yet we need the feeling of worth.  What to do?  Hence the popularity of emo.

In fairness, Cracked.com is not exactly a locus of deep intellectual thought.  Yet I read the post and was quite intrigued by it.  I am reminded of a comment I once heard, to the extent that humans have had the fermented grape for more than 3,000 years, and we still haven’t quite mastered its impact on the social environment.  The Internet has been popular for perhaps a decade or so, and it’s a much, much bigger deal than alcohol.  What does this mean for the human species?

It worries me, in a vague sense, that humans have built a civilization that is beyond the competence of its members to comprehend holistically.  Even as recently as a half-century ago, it was possible for an educated person to grasp the rhythms of society — its infrastructures, its mass movements, its dominating discourses.  But today?  Fragmentation rules; we’re more connected than ever, but this connection is technical and not interpersonal.  The core question, then, is whether (or to what degree) the instinctive human social needs will be met in a world more connected yet more atomized than ever.  How will we adapt?  What will our culture look like a century hence?

This is the turning point in human evolution.  We have reached the point where the systems and the structures that have shaped our development for millennia cannot keep pace with the speed of technological innovation. 

Do we advance — perhaps beyond our little blue marble, three rocks from the sun?  Do we have a neo-Luddite revolution?  Do the machines take over?  Do we find an accommodation that works in the long run?

This is a fascinating time to be alive.

Capitalism

A friend who shall remain nameless sent to me today a link to a YouTube video of some commie folk singer who doesn’t much like capitalism.

You know the drill:  For reasons that are never quite made explicit, capitalism is cold, heartless — nay, even immoral.  Why?  That’s never articulated with any semblance of reason; it’s merely asserted with the breathless self-assurance of those who are immovably convinced of their own wisdom and rectitude.

Nevertheless, I shall attempt to reconstruct the hard-left claim against capitalism with an eye toward rebutting it, whilst manfully avoiding the tendency to slip into strawman-ism.

The criticisms of capitalism are several:

  1. Some people succeed; others fail.  This is true.  The question is, why is this problematic?  And why does the fact that individuals can win or lose mean that the game itself is unfair?
  2. Capitalism doesn’t have a safety mechanism for dealing with failure.  Failure is necessary to limit the spread of inappropriate risk.  When the effects of failure are mitigated, there is a greater incentive toward engaging in risky behavior — the subprime lending situation is a case in point.  And so is the crisis in the family arising from state welfare benefits.  When the risk/reward calculation skews in favor of "reward," people are more likely to take the risks necessary to obtain that reward, even when they’re not well-positioned to succeed.  This is Psych 101.  And when the state intervenes to protect people from the consequences of risk, then we don’t really have capitalism anymore, we have a form of state socialism, however weak it may be.  Failure is necessary to preserve the value of appropriate risk, and to guard against overreaching for a reward.
  3. The profit motive leads to immoral behavior — especially greed.  Perhaps.  But the personal moral response to economic incentives is not a reason to condemn an economic system; if it were, then socialism, communism, anarchism — all of it! — is off the table, because these systems facilitate responses by citizens that could similarly be characterized as immoral (envy, chief among them).  But ethics aside, the profit motive leads to hard decisions that can lead some people to pain, as when jobs move overseas or plants close.  My desire to make an extra $10,000 to take a diving trip in the Marquesas might prompt me to close a business and fire five employees.  Is this bad?  Some argue that it is, but it’s not clear why I as an employer have an affirmative duty to ignore my own self-interest for the sake of another person’s convenience.  Capitalism isn’t about beneficence or about enlightened self-denial for the sake of others; capitalism is about the most efficient use and distribution of scarce resources.  All things being equal, nothing is more effective at efficiently allocating goods and services than the profit motive, and the profit motive is animated by the desire for personal gain.  Hence the risk/reward situation.  If I choose to quit my job and start my own company, I run the risk of complete ruin, but I could be highly successful.  If I’m highly successful, and I choose to fire an employee to improve my profit margin, am I a monster?  Or am I merely enjoying the fruits of my earlier labors? 
  4. People are often exploited in a purely capitalist system.  Rubbish!  Everyone makes choices.  Sometimes, people don’t have the wherewithal to make wise decisions — decisions that are strategically prudent.  Today’s high school grads who head straight into a factory or construction job are an excellent case in point.  We know that manufacturing is not the cash cow for workers that once it was, yet many choose to forego college or additional vocational training and instead head to the job site with a hard hat and a lunch pail.  They have every right to do this.  They also have every right to collect the relatively modest paychecks they’ll be earning.  But wait, there’s more — they even have the right to face economic insecurity on account of their freely contracted employment decisions, and they’re also free to better themselves and move to another industry or geographic region if they’re not satisfied with their present remuneration or working conditions.  The idea that workers have no choice in a capitalist system is a work of fiction as fanciful as Dickens and as wrongheaded as Malthus.  No one is exploited in a free capitalist system without their consent.

So, the question becomes, is capitalism not just "not bad," but can it be intrinsically good?  Let’s see:

  • Capitalism promotes merit.
  • Capitalist systems reduce waste.
  • The desire for profit means the economy tends to grow with real wealth, thus providing opportunities for workers who choose not to put themselves at risk in the capital markets.

It’s easy to be avant garde and decry capitalism and its alleged excesses.  But what’s better than capitalism as an economic system?  When a cogent counter-system is proposed, I will be willing to listen.  Until then, the self-important diatribes against capitalism will not find my ear to be especially sympathetic.