Guest Post by Jim Kunstler
“Having lived through a reality-optional period of history, it will come as an ecstatic shock to learn that the world requires us to pay attention to what is really happening and to act accordingly.” —JHK
On Easter Sunday, fate put me on the Jersey Turnpike at 5:30 in the morning. I was motoring home from our nation’s capital where I traveled for the memorial service of a favorite aunt who passed away last month at ninety-five after a richly rewarding life. Her husband, my favorite uncle, enjoyed a long and colorful career in America’s Intel Community, and passed-on back in 2002. They recruited him at the founding of Spooks Inc in the late 1940s, since he came out of the army intel corps in Southeast Asia during World War Two.
In the 1950s, Uncle “B” and his family were posted to Africa, first Addis Ababa, Ethiopia’s capital. In the early 1960s, with colonialism crumbling, “B” operated all over Africa, making subtle arrangements in one new country after another for things to come out in America’s favor. For all his spookish doings, “B” was an artistically inclined soul. On one assignment to West Africa, he noticed the hotel staff were pilfering some of his belongings. He took some rocks up to his hotel and, cognizant that magic ruled in the region’s culture, painted eyes on the rocks and deployed them around the room. The pilfering stopped. “B” was famous for such insights about world’s exotic peoples. (He also played piano capably, specializing in the tunes of Gershwin and Cole Porter.)
Periodically the family sojourned in New York. With each US presidential election, the IC brought some spooks back to the homeland as the new team reassessed the global game-board. One Thanksgiving around 1961 after JFK came in, we were all gathered in the family’s rented Greenwich Village townhouse when three mysterious African gentlemen, ostensibly “from the UN,” were admitted briefly to the proceedings for a confab with “B”. I learned later that they were a delegation from Angola, where a war of independence from Portugal was catching fire. The men were in New York seeking help from our side (that is, weapons).
After that year, Uncle and the family enjoyed long deluxe postings in Rome and Paris, where “B” followed a career, he would tell me, in “public relations.” My three younger cousins were privileged with colorful childhoods overseas. After Richard Nixon came in, “B” was permanently brought home and posted to Spook Central in Washington, where he completed his career. In retirement, he turned to painting full-time and often played piano for his fellow retired spooks and diplomats at their hangout, the Cosmos Club on Mass Avenue, Washington’s Embassy Row.
My cousins, all aging baby boomers now, all turned up, of course, at Auntie’s memorial service, a warmly graceful affair, well-attended by the network of friends she maintained so late in life, and my cousin’s children with their own children, and all the flowering trees in bloom, and lovely spoken remembrances of the great lady. The crowd was very largely of the Washington insider liberal Democrat persuasion, you understand, but there was close-to-zero political chitchat in the cocktail session that followed. Back during the 2020 election, all three cousins had sent me archly opprobrious emails objecting to my support of Mr. Trump against the charming and dynamic “Joe Biden.” They were super-pissed off that their writer-cousin had turned into a right-wing extremist. But all that was put aside, possibly even forgiven, this day of sweet memoriam.
That out of the way, my more pertinent point du jour is about the journey from where I live in upstate New York to Washington DC and back. I made the trip by car because the affordable airplane routes all involved absurd hours-long connecting layovers in far-flung cities at fantastic prices, and there were no seats left on the soviet-grade Amtrak train service at any times that worked. It’s been a while since I traveled the New York to Washington corridor on-the-ground, and the experience was maximally horrifying.
The various Departments of Transportation of New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Maryland are working out there at heroic scale to upgrade their stretches of the interstate highways involved. The amount of concrete, steel, and asphalt getting laid down now boggles the mind, considering the essential bankruptcy at all levels of government. But more to point, they are doing this at the very time when the age of mass-motoring is drawing to close.
Government itself is now militating against it, with its poorly thought-out crusade against the internal combustion engine and its promotion of electric cars that Americans can’t afford to buy, while the electric grid can’t possibly support all that proposed battery-charging at the mass scale. (Let’s leave aside for now whatever nefarious influence the World Economic Forum exerts on all this). In any case, the standard of living is crashing in Western Civ now. Incomes are down, or lost altogether, inflation is up, and with it the price of cars. The car industry has reached its limit for trick loan schemes that enable the tapped-out middle-class to regularly replace their vehicles. Not to put too fine a point on it, the system is fucked.
And yet, here we are, building ever more motoring infrastructure as if none of this is happening. The reason, naturally, is that immense bureaucracies like the DOTs have minds of their own. They are not responding to conditions as they are; they are carrying out plans that were made years ago when conditions and assumptions were different. Those plans have implacable momentum. You can see how all this is going to end badly.
Now, I planned my return trip with a layover night outside Philadelphia, so I could leave before the crack-of-dawn Easter Sunday, when few other cars would be on the road. That proved to be the case. But even nearly alone on the highway, and with pretty good navigational skills of my own, plus the help of GPS, I made several wrong turns. This was mostly because the signage contradicted the lady robot’s voice issuing instructions, as well as my own geographical heuristics, especially in the long stretch north up the whole length of New Jersey. There were a few times I felt I barely escaped getting killed making last-second turns. There were extended moments when I thought: I’m in Hell.
Anyway, I made it home alive and undamaged. I’d never want to do that trip again, and the way things are going, I may not have to. The Easter holiday was a strange hiatus in a year that promises fantastic turbulence in public affairs, including especially American politics and our wobbling economy. Financial markets and banks managed to levitate through the first weeks of springtime, but there is a bad odor of imminent failure in the air, at the same time that government’s war against its own citizens shows signs of hardening into the threat of digital currency, renewed efforts at censorship, persecution of political opponents, and a growing awareness of “vaccine” caused death. The natives are restless, the animals are stirring. Events creep toward criticality.
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Well there is a building boom here in NWI . Two new gas stations a new car wash .Hutamaki is expanding.And houses have tripled in price.All to accommodate the legions escaping Shitcago.
NWI? Like Jo Davies and Carrol, Stephenson?
I believe he is referring to Northwest Indiana. Often referred to as “Da Region” by local inhabitants.
Exactly.
What’s funny is the are even building a new rail line for the nictd on the old monon line . They talked about doing it for 30 years now that the nigs are flooding in voila it’s being built .I guess Hammond Munster and Dyer are next on the hit list.
NWI = Northern Wisconsin.
I have relatives in that area and they say the same thing – things are booming with the exodus from Shitcago and surrounding suburbs. We have considered moving near them, but I think the prices are getting out of our range, so we’ll have to consider somewhere else when we can make the break from ILLinois.
Awe. Isn’t that thoughtful of them. Fleeing their shithole to come to the green grass in other areas and create more shit holes.
There is no substitute for knowledge.
One fine night at the titty bar with a friend, a group of wealthy Muslim men came in and started throwing money around to the extent it ruined the rhythm of the whole joint. The attention was no longer being distributed equally.
I looked at my friend and said, “watch this”. Then I got one of the Muslims to make eye contact with me. I crossed my leg and wagged the bottom of my shoe right at him while looking him in the eye. Never said a word. It pissed him off so bad they all got bounced and bruised and I never said a word or raised a finger…just one shoe.
It was sorta like this!
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That is one calm under fire sob right there! Trump woulda took two in the face!
Calm? He had the look of a man who regularly dodged slingshotted jockstraps as a Yale plebe.
“…the system is fucked.”
– JHK
and if we, the wide awake and pissed off, don’t do something to dramatically change the trajectory of techno-tyranny juggernaut about to engulf America and the world, then not only the system, but all of us will be completely and permantly fucked (up) beyond all recognition.
Auntie thinks we are going to get there – societal/civilizational collapse en-route to Build Back Better – anyway but fighting back is always honourable, preferable, and indicated in cases of totalitarianism or dictatorship.
“…it will come as an ecstatic shock to learn that the world requires us to pay attention…”
What period of history required anybody to pay attention to anything? Teenagers only pay attention to what is fashionable unless they are introverted nerds.
ADD is all the rage, doncha know? Everybody claims to have it when anything they are in denial about is pushed into their face.
Our transportation infrastructure is being rebuilt? By whom and to what effect? The dumbest people walking the planet are Transportation Engineers, who cannot synchronize traffic lights at any speed. If traversing any major metropolitan arterial doesn’t make you scream in frustration, you’re a nitwit who never learned to pay attention and never will.
The ecstatic shock will arrive when the world requires everyone to rediscover the joy of riding a bicycle.
I worked in the planning department at our municipal hall. For two weeks.
I quit as it was repugnant to my work ethic. These were the laziest and least capable people I have ever worked with. With breaks, water cooler, late return from lunch, early go home, late to work…… these people could not have done more than 1 hour of work a day. And the work they did was NEVER right the first time.
Actually, it was never right period. The Peter principle meant that the checkers and managers were even more incompetent than the lower staff.
That department was 95% waste or resources. Same as all other government office work as far as I have seen.
As a Civil Engineer/Manager for the City of Seattle, a young engineer refused my assignment to map his business process for the bi-annual publication of Seattle’s Standard Specifications for Construction of Roads and Bridges. I explained that should he leave the City for greener pastures, we needed to have the process mapped out.
He said it was impossible; couldn’t be done. I established a cadre of four bright, hard-working engineers to show him how, in twice-weekly meetings, to prepare a flowchart illustrating how his committees from other departments generated changes in the Standards.
When it was complete, he told his team to keep it quiet and destroyed it. When I tried to discipline him with time off without pay, HR moved him and the Standards from my Section to another Accountant/Manager who knew nothing at all about the work.
I was disciplined for being an old, white, bald hetero-bully.
Accountability in government is gone and nobody can find it.
Just out of curiosity, what percentage of those workers were AA/DIE hires?
The thing in the Burberryesque singlet is a disgusting mockery of Femaleness.
I agree. It should be softened up with a baseball bat to help it look more feminine.
If I were honest I don’t think that would do any good but its certainly worth a try. Even it it only helps just one we should still try it on all of’m.
Just plain scary lol.
That deranged smile is most haunting.
Call me old fashioned, but…
Well written article. I appreciate the update on conditions as decades ago I took that route quite frequently.
He’s telling you which side he’s on. Let me spell it out: family in intel, all seeing eye…I just scanned the article so there could be more.
Explains the unending hopium from him. He doesn’t share in it, his bosses want you and I to share in it.