Are We Happy?

Guest Post by The Zman

Generally speaking, it is pretty easy for you to know if you are happy. While happiness is not a binary condition, you know if you are not happy. You may not be able to describe why it is you are happy, but the lack of complaints is usually a good enough answer. For the most part, you can tell if your wife and family is happy too. It is once you get past your close circle of friends, that it gets hard to know. Richard Cory, whenever he was in town, seemed like he was living a happy life, but you never can know for sure.

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When it comes to society as a whole, social scientists have come up with an array of measures to figure out if the people are happy. These efforts have been financed by government for a long time, because rulers always assume that a happy people is a docile people. That’s not a bad assumption. You never see depictions of rioting peasants, where they are grinning and laughing. Revolts are always associated with angry mobs, turning on their rulers. Therefore, keep the people happy and you don’t have revolts.

For as long as anyone can remember, these measures of societal happiness have been focused on economics. Do people have enough food, housing and medicine? Is the economy growing? Can young people replicate the lifestyle of their parents? Is the gap between rich and poor creating tension? Pretty much all of the measures used to assess how things are going are focused on the bread side of the “bread and circuses” way of framing this issue. History says that’s a good way to do it, so it makes sense.

I recall walking down Commonwealth Avenue in Boston, in the late 80’s, seeing every business with huge “help wanted” signs. It was like they were competing with one another for the biggest sign. They were competing for scarce labor. Everyone seemed happy about the boom times. I know I was happy, but I was a young man with nothing but green grass in front of me. Still, it was good times and the long winter of the 1970’s was still in the back of people’s minds. It was a great time to be a young man in America.

It’s in part why people, old enough to have lived through those times, are so sentimental about the Reagan years. Overall societal happiness was also evident in the political realm. Reagan won a massive landslide in the 1984 election and his proxy followed it up with a landslide win in the 1988 election. It’s almost impossible to imagine it, but Reagan won states like Massachusetts and New York. Imagine that. There was a brief time when the Roundheads stopped hating everyone else long enough to cast a sensible vote.

This brings me back to the question of this post. The economy was supposedly doing well in the Bush years, yet no one seemed happy about the direction of the country. The neocons were the one exception, but they are only happy when Americans are suffering and dying. The Obama years were equally terrible, in terms of our collective psyche. The economy under Obama was not great, but it was not a depression. It was a long, slow recovery from the damage done by the cosmopolitan bankers in the Bush years.

Now? The economy is booming. Economists are talking about 5% annual growth, which has not happened since the 1980’s. The stock market, despite recent turbulence, has seen massive growth over the last year. If you believe the economists, America is nearing full employment. If you don’t believe them, you know that demand is now drawing people back into the workplace for the first time in decades. Wages are even starting to tick up in STEM fields, which has not be true in a generation. We are in very good times.

Yet, no one seems happy. Even a level headed and sensible person like me struggles to be optimistic. Everyone I know is glum about the cultural trajectory of the nation. If the fans of Jordan Peterson are correct about his fan base, it means millions of younger Americans are unhappy with the current state of affairs. If the critics of the Dissident Right are correct, it means tens of millions of white people think their country is heading for a very bad place. The Left, of course, is trying to burn it all down in a frenzy of rage.

Maybe all of these things really don’t matter. Maybe the culture wars and political wars are just the result of a bored people enjoying unprecedented good times. We are in a post scarcity age, where even the poorest person has more than enough food, shelter and leisure activities. In many respects, we are amusing ourselves to death. It could simply be that humans are built for struggle. When times are good, we look for reasons to create a crisis to against. Maybe we’re too happy.

On the other hand, it may be that the reading of history, with regards to social unrest, is incomplete about the causes. The American revolution was not triggered by severe economic troubles. The Civil War was not preceded by a depression. The English Civil War had nothing to do with economic difficulties. Even the French and Russian revolutions were about long cultural trends. The food riots that touched off the revolts were just the final straw. The fabric of those nations was in tatters long before they ran out of food.

It is something to ponder as Trump tries to recreate the 1980’s. That was when he began his steep climb to national prominence as a real estate magnate and public personality. He is a man of the 80’s, born in the 50’s. Reagan wanted to restore the America of the 1950’s, his salad days, and now Trump wishes do the same. Maybe it will work or maybe it is just the remnant of a dying culture getting together for one last festival. Maybe the ennui is the knowledge that the old America Trump is trying to revive is gone forever.

Maybe we are Richard Cory.

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james the deplorable wanderer
james the deplorable wanderer
February 7, 2018 2:24 pm

5% growth? In what universe, which planet?
Right now growth is an illusion fostered by endless Fed moneyprinting. I wish it were different, but reality doesn’t care what I wish.
We really could use someone who would encourage the return of jobs to the US from overseas, who would arrest and convict evil pedophiles in government, who would build a wall to keep out illegals …

Anonymous
Anonymous
February 7, 2018 2:35 pm

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
‘Good-morning,’ and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Anonymous
Anonymous
  Anonymous
February 7, 2018 2:42 pm

The version I read, the last two lines said:

And Richard Cory, one blustery winter’s day,
Went up the stairs and the wind exposed his bald head.

Unknown
Unknown
  Anonymous
February 7, 2018 2:49 pm

Richard Cory’s future reincarnation is Citizen JS/07 M 378 .

Anonymous
Anonymous
  Unknown
February 7, 2018 3:57 pm

‘The Unknown Citizen’ by W. H. Auden

(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports of his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of the old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the war till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,
For his union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report of his union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day,
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows that he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High–Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Installment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A gramophone, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of the year;
When there was peace he was for peace; when there was war he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation,
And our teachers report he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

i forget
i forget
February 7, 2018 2:57 pm

Boomslang economy comment image sssss…….

Post scarcity? Maybe when there’s a chicken in every pot & an “earl gray, hot” gadget to put it there, along with every other thing that might be desired. Until then saying PS is now is like saying history has ended. Hyperbole•nase sauce.

Struggle is responsive not being built to take mortality in stride. Instead, stridency of immortality projects is everywhere. Suicide may be the flipside, not being built to take life in stride, or it may be stride.

kokoda the Deplorable Raccoon and I-LUV-CO2
kokoda the Deplorable Raccoon and I-LUV-CO2
February 7, 2018 3:37 pm

“Therefore, keep the people happy and you don’t have revolts.”

Wasn’t it DARPA that funded anthropomorphic robot sex dolls? – this will keep them happy.

EDIT: I was only kidding with ‘DARPA’

Anonymous
Anonymous

Just yesterday I mentioned to a friend that the reason we don’t have a revolt is the infrastructure.
Nobody wants the heat to go off, the water to stop or there to be no gas to get to the supermarket.
There is genuinely enough sentiment – folks are just too comfortable…. for now.

Anonymous
Anonymous
February 7, 2018 5:11 pm

Some people only seem to be happy when they find something to be unhappy about.

KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie
February 8, 2018 3:15 pm

I am heartened by this place. I have been away since Saturday and to return brings a peace of sorts. I read wise words of written elocution and rejoice with imagined camaraderie. How nice to find poetry again on these pages albeit of a somber nature. My son took his life Saturday. He was 35, the same age as I was when he was born. He served in Operation Iraqi Freedom, Airborne, Infantry and awarded Cavalry spurs a CIB. He was recalled back up and was redeployed in Kuwait teaching sniper skills to locals. He wore his Veteran’s hat with pride.

Here is a facebook post from one of his brothers in arms and in harms way that chronicles their duty in Iraq.

Here is some word balm fresh from my screen:

Seeking Solace

Grief and broken trust
When all hope is but dust

He’s wild in his sorrow
And Divines tomorrow

Seeking solace and forgiveness
The lonely heart of Love’s business

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Blake McK Went Away

Whiskey River coldly served
From the glass once reserved
For the presence now departed
Grieving has only started

Measure and pour as daily bread
Quenching the thirst the lonely dread
Stab it, kill it with a gun or knife
All bad memories of his life

He filled our glass and our heart
He lit up the room when it was dark
Recall the shining of the day
Before Blake McK went away

He wore this hat with pride
He wore this hat when he cried
At the passing of good men and soldiers
Who signed up for duties bolder

Than those who stayed home
He now no longer suffers alone
Josie Wales says dying is easy
For a warrior dead, will at peace be

It is living that is difficult for those who remain
To deal with this life of sorrow and pain
Gather up your psalms and prayers
Say them gently, because Blake, we care