Tag. You’re it.

Today, fielding a massive standing army fully equipped with the latest tools of belligerent war is only a short march to bankruptcy and decline. Ultimately, the weapons that win wars are not nuclear warheads or nerve agents, they are barbecue grills, movies in DVD or MP4 format, leather handbags, insurance policies, basketball hoops, shoe laces, salad forks, breakfast cereals and every other useful thing we need in life manufactured by the millions. Trade is conquest. Goods and services are the weapons of modern war in the 21st Century. The ability to bring the highest quality weapons of war to market at the lowest cost is victory. The soldiers of the future are consumers by the millions and billions. Feed these soldiers, make them beautiful, cloth them, house them, relieve their lower back pain, maintain communication between them, train them, guarantee their pizza on time, earn their loyalty and you will conquer the world from your point of sale checkout. In the words of Sun Tzu, “Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.” The Art of War III-2. What Sun Tzu is describing is winning the hearts and minds by cultural superiority, and such superiority can only be accomplished by aggressively engaging in international trade. Exporting an idea packaged in a lifestyle filled with useful things and, most of all, purpose. Provide soldiers with these things and they will follow you anywhere.

As much as the Polish were caught unprepared for the future when they committed wave after wave of their finest mounted cavalry as sacrificial offerings before Panzers and Stukas in hope of forestalling defeat, America is unprepared. The rules have changed, the game board transformed, and national alliances once like familial bonds broken. The post war years are over and the Pax Americana with it. Military dominance has given way to market dominance. The oceans at our flanks which protected us throughout the Second World War have become the walls of our isolation. Most of the world shares a common landmass and we are not part of it. This geographical fact puts our island-like national trade at a serious numerical disadvantage.

If you think distance doesn't matter in a shrinking world, ask yourself how often have you paid $4.99 for a gallon of milk at a convenience store rather than $1.99 at a grocery store ten blocks down the road? Many more times than you can remember.

Now, ask yourself why don't we get our bottled water from Tajikistan when the labor and packaging costs are so much lower than American bottled water? Shipping costs would outstrip any savings. The end result is high priced foreign water few would buy. I can't account for Perrier. So, I'm labeling it an anomaly and moving on.

In America, we are still playing Post-War/ Cold War games with a Second World War mindset. The near surreal administration of President Trump is living proof of our disconnect from reality. Take an objective look at the President's actions. Imagine, if you can, these actions being performed by someone who has taken the Oval Office while you were in a decade long coma. Imagine. How would you perceive this President...

• who tries to unilaterally dictate terms of trade to nations with options.
• as he resurrects the specter of Russia at home and abroad.
• as he plays to national pride in a country where an increasing number identify as hyphenated Americans.
• as he strong arms Justin Trudeau, then buddy back slaps Kim Jong Un.
• as he insists we build a wall any old East German would recognize as a closed border.
• as he takes up yet another foreign war of adventure while we're still embroiled in... how many are we in now? Does anyone know? Seriously, anyone?
• as he and your fellow citizens engage in a verbal civil war over a single football players silent protest while the budget slips into a $22 trillion dollar national debt spiral?

What would you think of this anonymous President?


Now, compare that to what you currently think of President Trump. Our priorities and "ignorance is bliss" repose betray an Aldous Huxleyan disconnect from reality. Since, we have adopted this Brave New World, we better build a wall because we're afraid of criminals, drugs, foreigners, terrorists, welfare cheats, unfettered capitalism, uninsured motorists, the next bird flu, testicular cancer, creeping socialism, saturated fats, male pattern baldness, glyphosate, microaggressions, anthropomorphic climate change, and let's not forget a hundred-hundred thousand other things we don't care to recall. One of the few areas where we remain intrepid is repeating the lessons of history.

When a nation is young, it is lead by impetuous patriots filled with revolutionary zeal. Like a child they may hurt others and themselves without regard because they have short attention spans and heal as quickly as they grow. Entering maturity the nation slows down and becomes either fantastically productive and wealthy or incestuously corrupt and poor. In advanced age all nations share a single sentiment: Fear. Their place in the world is no longer growing, but diminishing. Strong enemies, real or imagined, surround them on all sides, if not from within. Like the elderly person, an elderly nation fears they may fall never to rise again. Seeking safety and security from this constant dread, the ancient nation begins to build walls. Walls to protect what little they have left. Walls to secure their uncertain future. Walls where they can sleep in peace. Walls of a nation's crypt. Some decomposing nations may linger for decades, clinging to the thinning thread of life by artificial means. They engage in fiscal cannibalism and subsist on the flesh of their children by deficit spending. They linger in agony until the reality of debt extracts their final breath.

The Chinese spent well over a thousand years building walls to keep safe a succession of temporary dynasties which lived the lives of rising and falling nations. Lives, gold, and effort squandered in an attempt to protect their world from change, from decay, and irrelevance. All failed. The many walls built, bought, and believed in over all those generations betrayed their builders. Still, so culturally revered were these walls, these final refuges of imperial denial that they found a place of honor in Communist China's national anthem...

“Arise! All those who don't want to be slaves! Let our flesh and blood forge our new Great Wall!”

The mythical regard for walls held by Mao's children prevented them from recognizing the walls of Communism which imprisoned them. In tearful Socialist pride they sang their anthem with their Father's Red Book held in hand on high. Living proof of their disconnect from reality. They were already slaves and would remain so until recently discovering how to tip walls over and turn them into roads. These recovering wall builders are sending armies of commerce down those newly laid roads to the battlefields of the marketplace.

Meanwhile. Back in America, we’re reversing this uplifting tipping trend by erecting walls and restricting trade again. It’s the World War Two mindset that we can’t seem to shake. So, let’s build some more tanks, huh? World War Two ended with one very abrasive man spending his final days shouting orders to barricade the roads from a bunker in one grand disconnect from reality. Then, after nearly taking his adopted nation with him, he committed suicide. Yes, reality always catches up with the disconnected. Let’s not follow in his hoof marks. When translated into English, “Deutschland Uber Alles” sounds a lot like “America First”. The global game we’re playing is called Capitalism, not nationalism. Remember the rules? It’s about meeting and exceeding Consumer demand, not building walls and making battle plans. History demonstrates with cyclical regularity that reality always catches up with the disconnected.

America… Tag. You’re it.

The Hippocratic Oath Decoded

I swear by Apollo the Healer, by Asclepius, by Hygieia, by Panacea, and by all the gods and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will carry out, according to my ability and judgment, this oath and this indenture. (A subjective oath sworn before false gods. That's something to bet your life on.)

To hold my teacher in this art equal to my own parents; to make him partner in my livelihood; when he is in need of money to share mine with him; (Welcome to the first Multi-level marketing scam!) to consider his family as my own brothers (it even has a downline) , and to teach them this art, if they want to learn it, without fee or indenture; to impart precept, oral instruction, and all other instruction to my own sons, the sons of my teacher, and to indentured pupils who have taken the physician’s oath, but to nobody else. (That's makes it a cartel.)

I will use treatment to help the sick according to my ability and judgment, but never with a view to injury and wrong-doing. Neither will I administer a poison to anybody when asked to do so (Dr. Kevorkian notwithstanding) nor will I suggest such a course. Similarly I will not give to a woman a pessary to cause abortion (You just lost the support of many women. Good doctor perhaps, but not politically skilled). But I will keep pure and holy both my life and my art (Just lost the support of most scientists). I will not use the knife, not even, verily, on sufferers from stone, but I will give place to such as are craftsmen therein. (The seed of overspecialization was planted here.)

Into whatsoever houses I enter (The reference to house calls demonstrates how antiquated this oath is), I will enter to help the sick, and I will abstain from all intentional wrong-doing and harm, especially from abusing the bodies of man or woman, bond or free. And whatsoever I shall see or hear in the course of my profession, as well as outside my profession in my intercourse with men, if it be what should not be published abroad, I will never divulge, holding such things to be holy secrets (barring an Act of Congress e.g. - HIPPA clauses)

Now if I carry out this oath, and break it not, may I gain for ever reputation among all men for my life and for my art; but if I break it and forswear myself, may the opposite befall me (and my malpractice premiums increase).

Mostly Poor, Generally Miserable, and Statistically Short

Why you’re going to be mostly poor and generally miserable for the rest of your statistically short adult life...

Unaffordable housing isn't a "norm", nor should it be. Unaffordable housing is a red flag. Now that I think about it, unaffordable housing is not just one red flag. Unaffordable housing is more red flags than a Communist Party parade. All those red flags are signaling a problem, but rather than solve that problem we're all busy managing symptoms. Symptoms which we think, because we are told, are separate problems. They aren’t. They're just symptoms of the one real problem. Yup, there’s only one of those, but we’re not being told that. So, we don't hazard to think it. 

Hang on. I’m going to tell you about it right now. The problem which caused the housing shortage symptom and a bunch of other serious social "ills" (all symptoms of the one real problem) is a change in our social structure. The change which manifest so many serious symptoms that we've confused them with problems, in themselves. The one real problem we have is we recently abandoned the ancient human lifestyle of "Three Generations to a Home" starting about three generations ago.

Suddenly,

1. Housing is unaffordable by default

2. Elder care costs have become a new cumbersome budget item.

3. Our elderly parents are routinely placed at risk of being abused or ignored to death in nursing home 
institutions.

4. Child care becomes yet another massive personal budget item requiring government assistance.

5. Our children are taught values by strangers rather than family.

6. As a result of #5, XBox and gang-banging become lifestyle choices for our kids. 

7. Meanwhile, as a result of all the above SYMPTOMS, we get to spend years of our lives standing in line trying to get some government housing, child care, and/or elder care assistance which is guaranteed to keep us in chains for the rest of our days.

 8. If we are fortunate enough to buy a home, we’re going to have to work a lot more hours to cover all the bills. This means more child care costs and as a result, more X-Boxing/ Gang-Banging kids. Note to self: Figure Bail money into monthly budget… somehow.

All these SYMPTOMS are spawned of our abandoning the ancient human lifestyle of "Three Generations to a Home". The solution is not more or bigger government assistance checks. That, my human friends, is the road we took to arrive at this place of despair. What we need to do is solve the problem by living like humans again: Three Generations to a Home", because it works and always did. 

We used to know this. We forgot. It’s time to remember again. It’s time to remember how to live like humans. It’s time to remember how to live our humanity rather than enhancing our morbidity through bankruptcy.

The future is our past or we're all history.

It’s time to go home to humanity.