Don’t Talk to
Me About Craving Cheap Credit to Spend on Imported Goods.
It’s our cravings
that are at fault, the fraudsters on Wall Street bray. Consumers demanded cheap credit and we just didn’t
know what to do except provide it—even at the personal cost of having to take
those hundred million dollar salaries. They
made us do it, with their lifestyle demands. Wal-Mart wasn’t a scheme to
wreck Main Streets across America, centralize all the purchasing in the Walton
family private coffers—it was the cry of
manic consumer demand for Chinese TVs and toxic toys for the kids.
We had a gun at our head to create credit default swaps out of the whole
cloth that used to be collateralized lending. Remember when you went to your
bank for a loan? In those creaky old horse-and-buggy days, the banker wanted
some reasonable idea you were going to pay him back. He cared about such
things, because it was your (and his) neighbors’ money he was lending. Your
reputation might count for something back then, because he knew your reputation. But every month at the loan committee
meeting, you were smiled or frowned upon.
I never craved
cheap credit, worthless goods or seven credit cards. Credit cards weren’t even
in common use until Visa and MasterCard rolled out in the sixties. Oh yeah, you
might have carried a Texaco or Standard Oil card for buying gas, maybe had a
department store charge account, but the swiping of card-readers came with the
usury-friendly 18% interest rates for unpaid balances.
Texaco, Standard Oil or the department store merely
got angry with you, cancelled the card and hounded you into court. Visa,
MasterCard and the other big guys made a profit out of a great new business
opportunity. Why make 5% warehousing, transporting and selling a sofa, when you
can make three times that loaning out the money and the Congress of the United
States will enable the process.
You can’t get a more prominent enabler than that.
Everyone jumped on the band-wagon of marketing and consuming because they had made the actual manufacture of goods a
pauper’s business. No longer able to invent and build, the world’s most
successful nation of inventors and builders turned to selling each other cheap
crap and calling it the new economy.
In a scant forty years, the core values of a nation were cored like apples.
So, the race was on and in four decades that race
essentially boarded up the Main Streets of small towns, outsourced our jobs to
the cheapest offshore producer, transformed us from the world’s largest lender
to the world’s biggest debtor, put college educations out of common reach,
changed the relationship between worker productivity and reward, busted the
unions, set off an advertising based feeding-frenzy of consumption and—now that
it has busted the bank—hands us both the bill and the blame.
Unlike your friendly neighborhood bank of forty
years ago, the new-age swindlers who arranged a home mortgage or line of credit
for the un-creditworthy, needed a place to offload the offal. Bingo,
derivatives were invented—not regulated, but invented—the not regulated part
was just another low and outside curve-ball lobbed to a well-fed and
well-paid-off Congress.
Derivatives were a hedge-fund invention, a way to whistle up large fees and churn the money pump, essentially hiding rotten apples at the bottom of otherwise shining and radiant barrels of produce. The language in these shell-game contracts was so arcane as to be un-understandable to those who took their cut, closed their eyes, held their nose and shoveled them on down the line.
Rating agencies knew of
the stink and approved them AAA in spite of it, for (what else) money. Mortgage
bankers, investment bankers, rating agencies and insurers—essentially all the
guys looking for bailouts now—knew and collaborated and stirred the
conspiracy-pot for a classic RICO indictment.
Instead, Henry Paulson is Santa Claus to save the financial markets.
(TARP—Your
Money at Work) those unregulated derivative contracts that allow investors
to bet on a debt issuer’s financial prospects, loomed so big on balance sheets
that they now drive every bailout decision.
. . . “The last eight years have been about
permitting derivatives to explode, knowing they were unregulated,” said Eric R.
Dinallo, New York’s superintendent of insurance. “It’s about what the
government chose not to regulate, measured in dollars. And that is what shook
the world.”
Don’t bother to
save the co-conspirators, Henry. Rhett Butler nailed it when he looked deep
into Scarlett’s eyes and said, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” As a
taxpayer, I’m still reeling from the $11 trillion we’ve accumulated in national
debt since Ronnie Reagan (the communicator) deregulated me out of my underwear.
Now you guys have come after the underwear.
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Media comment:
- Bloomberg-Treasury Seeks Asset-Buying Power Unchecked by Courts
- Guardian-UK-US Treasury takes on the house in high-stakes game
- Wall Street Journal-Paulson Presses Congress to Act On $700 Billion Bailout Plan
- Reuters-Treasury plan lacks taxpayer protection: Sen.Schumer
- Boston Globe-Can America afford it?
A changing of the guard, in the form of General
Petraeus handing over the keys to General Odiermo, presages by a couple months
the changing of the guard in American politics. No one can really know, in
either case, what the outcome will be and/or whether it will be good for the
nation.
My gut tells me we have been on the wrong side of
strategic decisions from the get-go, because our president and vice-president
saw this as an awarding of democracy,
rather than a Yugoslav style imbroglio. Strong-men (as heads of state) leave
bitter rivalries and we need not look to dictatorships for example. Our own
near-shattered civic condition is the result of a near-dictatorship on the
national political scene.
Or not. We tend to see things as we would see them
instead of as they are, especially from the outside of cultures, the inside of
which we know very little. My personal
view, standing bravely in opposition to my president and his four-star general,
is that violence has gone down in Iraq because it suits the purposes of the
Sunni population to get us the hell out so they can climb back in the saddle.
We were desperate to show progress—any kind of progress to slow the troop
deaths and injuries. Those were described as ‘insurgent attacks,’ because it was politically untenable to call
them what they were. What they were was the Sunni army (which we had sent home and
pauperized) showing their anger at being sent home and pauperized. Additional
anger accrued to street hatreds against the new guys in power—those Islamists
who followed a different rightly-guided
caliph fourteen centuries ago.
In order to satisfy our desperation for progress, we
didn’t actually make progress, but redefined the enemy instead. A paper-victory
worthy of a paper-tiger. We took the guys from the streets that were bombing
us, renamed them Awakening Councils,
armed them to the teeth and suddenly they were no longer counted as insurgents,
but became partners against al Qaeda.
No wonder deaths went down, we partnered
with the insurgency. That’s an easy thing to do when you don’t actually
have a definition of al Qaeda forces and can move them around at will on the
chessboard that the Middle East has become.
Now, of course, we’re using that lessening of
violence to draw down our troops. We got into this war on false pretenses and
are planning to get out by sleight of hand as well. Petraeus is leaving for a
promotion. Odiermo is going to oversee our orderly withdrawal, everyone
stateside will breathe a sigh of relief, the troops are going to Afghanistan
and the fragile Iraqi coalition government is going to get its ass handed to
it.
No matter that three out of five past presidents are
unable to properly pronounce nuclear, they keep making nuclear noise, nuclear
threats and (with the current president) seem hell bent upon their own unique
brand of nuclear proliferation. The irony is without end; nuclear Pakistan is
OK, but a nuclear ambition on the part of Iran is beyond the pale. A nuclear
powered North Korea is a precursor to war, but nuclear powered India is just
good sense and good business.
The bomb is inseparable in the minds of Americans
from the energy technology. Or perhaps not. Or, who knows? Or, it’s all just
too complicated.
India, huh? The last time I was abuzz, it wasn’t about Georgia, Beijing or Palin. I
personally abuzzed wondering if Dick would bomb Iran on his way home from
Azerbaijan and Ukraine.
Singh has an interesting take on comity (an atmosphere
of harmony, mutual civility and respect). Sign
the treaties, Manmohan.
If I have it right, that would be the system that
has thus far kept no one from surprising the world with those little unexpected
explosions that preface an announcement of parity. No one was turned away who
could access Dr. Abdul (Strangelove) Kahn in Pakistan and pay the price. We
winked at that one because we needed Pakistan and temporary need redefines
dictators on a depressingly regular basis over at the State Department.
We have, in our ultimate burst of creative reason,
elected to begin replacing the planets reliance on oil as a power source. It’s
getting just too damned expensive and politically sensitive now that Texas has
run dry. The prevailing administration view is that, rather than developing
cheap and effective alternatives to fossil fuel, the dangerous, expensive and
more politically sensitive resurgence of nuclear power is the answer.