Pretty much ever since I learned how to read, I’ve been able to educate myself (at least to my own satisfaction) on any subject that I wanted to. Until recently, the only exception has been religion. I have just never been able to understand the need to believe things that are so patently false.
But I have now seemingly found another subject upon which I am ineducable. I’ve been spending (wasting) a lot of time reading economists, trying to more fully understand our economy and how it works, trying to grasp the big picture. But there’s something so elusive about it, like trying to pick up a greased BB, that I’ve just not been able to tie it all together. The entire field of study seems to be based on theory without math; supposition without solution. It’s very frustrating.
It occurs to me that economics has much more than just my inability to understand it in common with religion. Both fields have their experts, their high priests, who are highly revered (and lavishly rewarded) for a non-existent ability to predict the future. Experts that cultivate an atmosphere of magic, making it acceptable to turn away from doubt and just believe in a seemingly irrational concept, the invisible cloud-daddy or the equally intangible idea of infinite growth in a world of finite resources.
The more gibberish and circular logic I read, the more pessimistic I become. I’m now inclined to believe that our economic system has, in reality, already failed and all the bailout money is just keeping the exercise wheel spinning after the hamster died. We don’t know what else to do. Over at his place, Wage Laborer is thinking along the same lines, likening the economy to a heart attack patient:
Here’s the USA economy, dead. The whole system of exploiting the Earth and its people in order to provide money for the rich is collapsing. It would have died years ago, but they kept it going with artifical life support – credit, pumping dollars into the invalid to keep it producing.
I keep thinking about all those derivatives, the financial “instruments” utilized by the people who operate our financial institutions to create immense “wealth” out of thin air. Unblinking belief in growth allowed the repeated, reckless repackaging and reselling of what started out as assets, but steadily lost any real value as each reseller took a piece and passed the trash onward. And upward. Inevitably, these instruments found their way to our largest financial institutions, where now, stripped of the illusion of unending growth, it is entirely possible they are worthless.
In this system in which zero growth is disaster and negative growth is death, I find it increasingly believable that our nation’s banks are now insolvent. It would explain how the first half of the TARP money, some 350 billion dollars (minus a few billion in bonuses for the high priests of finance) seemingly vanished into the system without creating so much as a bump in the downward slide of our economy.
It all seems a bit surreal, but if it’s possible that the people who claim to understand and manage a system I find impossible to merely comprehend did not see this disaster coming, then it’s equally plausible that the whole thing really is built on bullshit. Maybe I can’t pick up the BB because the BB isn’t there.