The Best News In History!

I am a dedicated realist in a world run by dreamers. At least on the face of it. Of course as a realist I find the dreamers annoying in their ridiculous fantasy of scarcity and "never-enoughness." You just want to shake them out of it, throw cold water on them, something to get them to let go of the corpse they clutch to their chests in the throes of their nightmare. Some teddy bear! They clutch a dried scarecrow, they clutch an austere graveyard weather-greened statue with a cobweb in its eye.

Outside the dark bedrooms where our emperors sleep naked in their long sentence of exile, the morning sun is shining! Birds are singing.

Not too far into a very long (20 year) leisurely look at "Work," commodity labor, wage-slavery, jobs, wealth/poverty and suchlike, I began to feel as if I was living in an emperor's nudist colony, with an elephant in every room, despite the emotionally cold world-weather and the deflation of the living elephant to the equivalent of a raisin. Sick old elephants (sic) and their sick-o-phants. Of course people hate their jobs! Of course the American Dream is to get off the treadmill, win the lottery, Get Rich Quick, end the madness.

So why doesn't someone move to declare the "work ethic" emperor naked-- or more truthfully, dead! Up on his balcony, directing the people--a 300 year old corpse! Walk up and give him a slight push, he collapses--a dustcloud on our "penultimate porch," prairie, planet of the millennium turning. Well, the psycho emperor's heiro-(hire-a) psychophants have the bull(shit)horn, sister to the Horn of Plenty Mr. Bombadil and Mr. Duck are celebrating.

We are inheritors! Our estate is only a couple of choices away. If Newton "stood on the shoulders of giants," we ride those giants every day-- as they grow! More than 400 technological-industrial "energy slaves" per man, woman and child in North America!

The strokes of genius through history, the incalculable labor progressively amortized.

Synergy in the exponential curve of technological development despite attempts by the dreamers at large (scarcity-mentality) to prevent durability and state-of-the-art from escaping their cages (overall efficiency of American technology about 4% says Bucky Fuller, though 95% has been achieved at NASA).

Scientists from East and West declared Plenty in 1955

Plenty! for everybody! It all could be durable, efficient, portable, solar, modular, ecological. Corporate capitalist fundamentalism on bad Puritanism bound the thighs of pregnant-to-term America for a hundred years, in terror of freedom and plenty. Suicide bombers are their exact counterpoint. As realists in a world of plenty, we must waken those dreamers.

The Age of the Humanities is coming, says the groundswell of this discourse, tumbling these words along, popping above the surface like a rooster to crow-- crazy an idea as it may seem.

The dreamers, the super-rich slaves of scarcity think they run the show just now, and the threat to them as they dream it is so huge that they try to gather us all into their fear.They may hoard their money but they are very generous with their terror, spreading it to the furthest corners of the planet among the poorest and most helpless-- that is among those who most resemble the inner condition of our power-leaders' souls. Very lost little children. Very hurt little children. They sandbag, moneybag frantically to deny the greatest news we have ever heard: we are inheritors! Our estate this very day awaits us to sign the papers and claim the keys!

All the Utopian realists, the vision of democracy that "picked its way" (Whitman), the contractions of History and its long diastoles: here at last is the end of Nod. Here the peak of Pisgah-- but pollution obscures the view. We are manic with undelivered timshel. We can end the curse of Adam! So many life sentences. We can wipe the sweat from our faces. We can look up at the stars: stairs! Airport lights! We can breathe, dream, freely take up art and literature that has waited patient centuries for us to come of age of freedom of days. We can talk all the way there, walk all the way there, love all the way there-- we can step out of this gloomy Puritan cave of dead scarcities where we've been living with the rats of fear and the spiders of bad sleep-- the sun, that great servant, stands at the solid gold door and knocks gold on solid gold, offering every service.

The groan and creak of ropes stretch to their limit as a great ship moves inexorably. Fundamentalists clutch their various scarecrows, stone angels, old rocks of faith, however chained to their weight-- it's called the Fantasy Bond. The top 1% want the Cornucopia for themselves. They want us to serve the giant and the giant to serve them, and only them. Of course the ship, grossly overloaded at one end with wealth and treasure, and on the other with people, rides dangerously low in the water. Of course hell is to pay. The devil is collecting right now, in full, and looks like we owe the devil a hell of a debt, from the way we've neglected our kids the last decades. The super-rich, in their nightmare of scarcity, with access to the money-niagaras from taxpayers, prefer perhaps to expend the vast creative power of that potential in projecting their bad dream-- out here, beyond their floodlit high-security luxury enclaves-- and of course over there, where the starving inhabitants of the earth huddle in the devastation of the giant's shadow, endangered Mesozoic mammals in the glory days of Tyrannosaur. Daughters, sons, mothers, fathers. Get the nightmare outside of us! Sow tares everywhere. Invest in infinite armor and armaments and make pre-emptive strikes-- as those over their heads in terror always do.

Two lines of inheritance: the common/historical, and the psychological/familial. The latter has been studied much more than the former. The two key conceptual models to apply here are 1. The Repetition Compulsion, and 2. the Fantasy Bond.

In the psychological realm, we inherit the traumas of our parents if they don't work them through. Beat kids, especially before they can speak, they will beat their kids (or an arbitrarily chosen helpless "enemy") if they don't do some hard personal work. Or, alternatively, they will be lifelong professional victims. Or fawning sycophants. Hitler was beaten viciously by his father and ordered not to cry. Fantasy Bond: a victimized kid in the thrall of brutal caretakers will insist that they are wonderful parents. Matthew Veaudreuil here in BC, before dying at the hands of his mother, told people his bruises were "Mummy's love."

Over to "pride in work."

Back to history: Two lines of abuse: 1. Natural scarcities: droughts, potato blights, etc. 2. Human abuses on human: in this case the violence visited on the new factory workers in the 17th century after the Enclosure Laws of Great Britain forced them off common lands: wolf at the door on one side, on the other the brutal employer who was free to rape children, hang them up by the ears, punch out the teeth of adults. Talk about rock and hard place--

Onward the generations! The first line of those forced off the land balked, but the wolf herded them into the factories' bellies. The second generation grew up in the belly of the beast, and accepted the unspoken Puritan values: matter-of-factory: God obviously wants us to suffer, so let's suffer proudly-- and call it manliness! Later let's call it freedom and independence (Fantasy Bond)!

The captains of industry and their mouthpieces and opinion-makers--priests-- and later the entire mechanisms of organized compulsion schooling, set up relentless propaganda to promote Victorian Puritan values. The existential loneliness of Protestantism remained where the self had been removed from the human heart. Later when abundance kept forcing its way through, mass-manufactured consumer goods brought a carrot into a process which had worked well enough up to then by the stick/wolf: "First, you induce the illness, then you sell the remedy." Or endless meretritious counterfeits.

So make it short, guy! What's the answer?

The answer is as follows: the supply is abundant. Now it's time to

DEMAND

DEMAND the following cut of our fabulous inheritance:

1. A level living floor: A GUARANTEED INCOME. Let membership in the society of abundance include a healthy monthly supply of good food, a yearly supply of good clothes, and a soundproofed room of one's own with a lock on the door, including a shower, sink, toilet, bed, thermostat, and PC or laptop with high-speed 24/7 Internet connection. Let these be inalienable universal rights of citizenship.

2. State-of-the-art sanitary infrastructure, state-of-the-art ecological planetological technology to organize and sustain the level living tier of collective human life. Solidly based in pure comprehensive efficiency concerns, eco-kaizen. Evolving itself inside-out. Sustaining itself with a natural surplus soon, from all that creativity freed.

3. If, of all the games that may be construed for the playing field, a majority prefer some form of Capitalism, DEMAND that corporations/businesses be financially responsible to repair any harm done to our common biosphere, and for evolving prevention: requirement to use the most ecological state-of-the-art-in-evolution technologies, or pay society at large-- this includes, it should go without saying, the planetary community of species-- for expeditious repair of any damages, including that already done.

SUPPLY AND DEMAND, Economics 101. Though economics textbooks all talk about "distribution of scarce resources" on page 1 or before. Of course they are obsolete. In a society of abundance, an economics of scarcity is uneconomical. Illogical. Unrealistic. Farcical. Tragical.

How to make your demand effective?