Not Such a Bad Thing

For permabulls and other dreamers, there is a persistent sense that when the current crisis is over, life will return to the way it was prior to the spring of 2007, with its myriad excesses and imbalances.

But for those who realized before the Great Unraveling began that what many people thought was normal was, in fact, a disaster-in-the-making, the next phase will be a difficult and unsettling reality.

Yet that might not be such a bad thing, suggests Carolyn Baker, publisher of CarolynBaker.net, in a column entitled "Economic Recovery? No Thank You."

Some economists and a president declare that there's a glimmer of hope, a light at the end of the tunnel, and that sometime in 2010, we'll begin to see a return to normal. The stock market bounces up and down, and pundits opine that the worst is behind us. The market has remained in the 7 or 8 thousands for a couple of weeks, so perhaps they're onto something. Maybe it was all a bad dream, and the worst recession in the history of the United States is waning, and the Second Great Depression that I and so many other astute observers were forecasting will never actually manifest.

What if it's true; what if this isn't, as Richard Heinberg says, "a recession that never ends"? Do I enjoy seeing throngs of homeless people gather in tent cities, live out of their cars, or simply roam the streets and back alleys of America in search of whatever crumbs of sustenance they can obtain? Do I take some sick pleasure in skyrocketing unemployment rates or burgeoning bankruptcy filings? What if, once again, empire triumphs over adversity and reclaims the level of prosperity its citizens enjoyed in the nineties? What if the likes of Nouriel Roubini, Gerald Celente, and Peter Schiff are proven to be paranoid nut jobs who really need to be on antidepressants? How much egg will I end up having on my face, and will that actually confirm that Peak Oil and climate change are bogus theories that have nothing to do with economic well being?

I give little thought these days to whether I am "right" or "wrong." I stopped playing King on the Mountain in the sixth grade. I don't even like board and card games; they're too competitive for me. My resistance to the prognostication of Pollyanna economists isn't about their winning and my losing. Rather, something more fundamental-yes, cellular, occurs in my anatomy when I hear that the last two years of economic agony was merely a blip on the radar screen of the capitalist business cycle-yet another momentary whack from Adam Smith's "invisible hand".

I cringe when I hear the words "back to normal" because of what that means to me. "Normal" means hordes of Walmart shoppers stuffing cars and SUV's full of plastics from China and driving off to their suburban homes to devour or display them until the current fix wears off and their shallow, meaningless lifestyles demand yet another "mall injection". Normal means homeowners wearing several tons of house on their backs as they travel by car to jobs they despise to maintain mortgage, taxes, insurance, and upkeep. Normal means total oblivion to the polar bear whose heart exploded during the last half-mile of his frantic swim in search of any tiny chunk of ice on which he could rest in order to regain his strength and continue his quest for food. Normal means infinite patches of sickened brown trees devastated by the mountain pine beetle in an otherwise green Colorado forest. Normal means NASCAR and another nuclear power plant coming online and oceanic dead zones the size of countries. Did you hear? We're going back to normal-to parents working 80 hours a week while their kids become junkies, bulimic, or pregnant. Normal means slamming down more McDonalds Happy Meals chased with Red Bull and Prozac. Normal means that I have nothing to do with nature, and it has nothing to do with me, and furthermore, if I have anything to do with it, I'll do with it whatever the hell I like. Normal means that my reason for being is to consume, stuff my face, watch reality TV, obsess over celebrity gossip, chatter around the water cooler about pirates and tea parties, and grab a couple of hours of Ambien-induced sleep at the end of the day if I'm lucky.

Yes, something happened on the way to the Second Great Depression that I've grown fond of. A host of books and documentaries proliferated across the world informing earthlings of their plight, and millions of them chose to awaken rather than continuing to muddle through their so-called consumer-intoxicated lives. Even in the still-good times of 2005-2006, a project called Transition Towns was born in the heart of a young man from Kinsale, Ireland which spread to Totnes in England and then virally around the world. Blindsided by skyrocketing oil and food prices, unemployment, bankruptcies, foreclosures, and loss of healthcare, masses of middle and working class people stopped spending money, moved in with each other, discovered in the new segments of free time that opened to them new hobbies, vocations, friends, and pastimes. Others began growing gardens in their front yards and were willing to go to extraordinary lengths to raise chickens in their back yards. Yes, there were increased suicides and inexplicable outbursts of violence. Addicts and alcoholics drank and used more, and meth labs mushroomed across the heartland along with more individuals using food stamps than ever in the nation's history. Homelessness increased, leaving blight and boarded houses in its wake. Animals were abandoned, abused, and left to starve, and humans in droves postponed healthcare and surgeries they desperately needed to attend to.

I do not mean to minimize the human and ecological tragedy of the collapse of civilization, but for every reason the talking heads of CNBC argue that returning to normal is necessary and desirable, I would argue that many species, including some members of our own, are breathing easier because maniacal growth and plunder have been curtailed or permanently arrested. Nor do I mean to romanticize the adversity resulting from economic meltdown. A depression is just that-on many levels including emotional and spiritual. Moreover, whatever hardships the earth community is now enduring, all are likely to intensify in the years ahead. In fact, the current milieu is probably a cake walk compared to what the future may hold.

Yet within the present angst one finds in countless instances across America, some individuals are beginning to ask the deeper questions. No, I'm not holding my breath for any viral spread of higher consciousness, but not a few economically and emotionally battered souls are beginning to question the stories of the culture with which they have been programmed. Hence the rage that has begun to erupt as their experiences grow increasingly incongruous with those myths. Or as John Michael Greer writes, "Failure is a gift because it offers the opportunity for learning, but if the gift is too emotionally difficult to accept, the easy way out is to take refuge in rage." If the rage remains random and results in nothing more meaningful than catharsis, a worsening economic landscape may produce a thoroughly frightening society. However, if enough openness to learning is present, a significant portion of the despair could be channeled into preparation for both further deterioration of society and the creation of vibrant local economies that offer their members the opportunity to discover their deeper humanity.

Fortunately, a growing number of folks feeling brutal repercussions from economic collapse are discovering the link between inner contentment and living with less as Zachary Shahan argues in his blog post "Personal Happiness And The Economy":

The important link is that as long as we are discontent inside, we will look outside to sooth our discontentment, and as long as we are looking outside in discontentment, we will always find and produce more discontentment.

Therefore, if we are naturally discontent, as human beings, and no matter what external coverings we put on to cover our internal calling, we cannot find that peace we are missing, then there is another purpose/reason to this life.

Certainly I'm not wildly optimistic but embrace what Shaun Chamberlain, author of "The Transition Timeline", calls dark optimism, that is, being "unashamedly positive about what kind of a world humanity could create, and unashamedly realistic about how far we are from creating it today."

Swelling my dark optimism are countless relocalization movements around the world in which the Transition Town model or similar concepts are being implemented-communities where food security, energy descent action plans, healthcare, land use, permaculture design, community currency, and myriad models of self-sufficient sustainability are supplanting the destructive models of industrial civilization. In these venues, steady state economics is replacing the rationale of voracious expansion which has been synonymous with "progress" for at least three centuries. Some may argue that whether or not civilization collapses, these stellar projects of sustainability will endure, and so it may be. But illusions of a "return to normal" will unequivocally decelerate the rate at which they become implemented as the urgency for doing so is surpassed by addiction to the familiar.

In the recent documentary "The Great Squeeze", James Howard Kunstler speaks of Americans not having a sense of the tragic. By tragic he does not mean that everything is or should be horrible, but rather that we tend to have little sense of things having a beginning, a middle, and an end. Such is the emotional state of an infantilized society in which happiness and the good life are assumed to be permanent states of being based on the most superficial definitions of those terms. So trite as the adage may have become, it seems to keep coming back to: Evolve or die; grow up or perish.

But maturation cannot occur as long as infantilization persists. Thus, when I hear the inveterate infantilizers reporting that Americans will soon be able to have their cookies and milk again, I feel sorrow, and yes, fear-fear that the initiatory experiences that allow all of us to ripen toward wisdom and compassion will be lost in frantic regression to the madness of civilization. Fundamentally, I understand that I have little to fear because collapse is both well underway and irreversible. Yet, another adage reverberates in my brain-the one about a crisis being a terrible thing to waste. If you're reading these words, you probably know what that means, and like me, you've probably worked far too hard, with far too much resolve to suck the marrow out of all the converging crises at hand which makes it impossible to stomach anything resembling a "return to normal." But for me, while such banter stirs a bit of fear, it also allows me to deeply appreciate the path of transition and transformation to which I've committed myself. That path, sooner or later, no matter how manipulated are the markets, no matter how many soporifics of "hope" are fed to the masses or how many world summits or world currencies emerge-that path will nourish and sustain the earth community when "normal" lies at the bottom of the dustbin of history.

Comments

[roger]

I just learned from abc7 news that the reason so many of us are
addicted to blogs like yours is because it makes us feel superior.....
its a matter of EGO( nice flash of your blog on the screen)
Stupid me I saw this coming before the advent of the computers,
some Ego ha ha.

[scottt]

Amen -
I cant see the collapse of this so called civilization as a bad thing . Hurry up all fuckin ready .
And 'how ya spend money' is the key to morphing it into something that is actually civilised .
Cuz , that is how ya vote for good vs bad ... reward and or punish good or bad behavior. Its a much more direct and secure method than Die-bold .
But most important ,is to do the right thing even when others dont ... make the extra effort and make the ppl who arent civilized irrelevant to your life as much as possible .

[fred]

I'm not sure what her ideal version of normal is, but she might want to do a Google search of human history and see if she can find precedent for her utopian dream. There are a couple of examples of the human condition that she might find, when experienced firsthand, somewhat more objectionable than what she has been suffering through in our industrial civilization. But we could never go backwards, right?

[scottt]

for example of "irrelevant ppl " see Fred .

[mary]

Times of upheaval are opportunities for real growth if we can let go of the old and learn. The initial shock is but a catalyst for serious questioning of one's system, but that will be just the beginning, and like peeling the layers off an onion, questions will lead to more serious analysis as one continues along the pathway of enlightenment and beyond the mind controls of the ptb - which then are less and less effective.

I found the following link interesting:

In the 1980s there was a banking crisis in the US
caused by fraud in the Savings & Loan industry.
How does today's crisis compare?
Twice as big, five times as big, ten times
as big?

Try 100 times bigger.

How did it happen?

The people at the top of the biggest financial institutions
were total crooks. Not a theory. A reality.

And the people responsible for solving the problem
are the same ones who created it.

Details:
http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/604.html

[Rocky]

If our political leaders had been more interested in combating mortgage fraud than in stopping gay marriage and fighting an unnecessary war in Iraq, how different things might have turned out. We chose the wrong leaders and now we all have to pay the price. More than six decades after the fall of the Third Reich, German taxpayers are still paying for the pensions being sent to the last of the survivors of the concentration camps and for the much higher subsidies designed to prop up the economy of the former East Germany. Those Germans who share their grandparents' obsession with racial purity must be absolutely appalled at the changing demographics of the country. If they thought they had a problem when there were some 600,000 Jews in the country out of a population of about 65 million (1932), they have a much bigger problem with some 3.7 million Muslims out of 82 million people.
So how long will we have to pay for the mistakes of our leaders? I'd say decades.

[MichaelN]

Fred, you are correct. The community in which I live voted 86-14 percent for Obama and I'm guessing that Ms. Baker would be right at home here in this "oh so smart and well educated liberal eden."

However, since I also live here, I get to see that THEY are the ones who spend and live JUST LIKE those which she criticizes in her "return to normal" post.

Sure, they might now drive as many SUV's (although many do), but instead they spend an even larger sum on Volvo wagon and Subarus and of course none drive an American car. Perish the thought!?! I particularly love my "Greenpeace" neighbor who drives 3.5 city blocks to our parish gym to play basketball with me!?!

Their children are given EVERY material possession and at a very early age. Of course they are also given cars in high school - so that "busy" mom and dad don't have to be bothered with taking them places, etc.

When my wife and I walk down the street, on beautiful 70 degree days, we are always dismayed at the whir of the central air units that they run non-stop - while hanging the earth flag, rather than US flag and have a car with "No War For Oil" bumper stickers next to their "Stop Global Warming" ones.

Oh yes, of course they shop at Whole Foods, but they compost nothing and use gas mowers on their 30'x125' lots. Grow their own food in the backyard? Why? That requires "work."

Of course they look down on people who don't agree with them ("tolerance for thee, but not for me") - never seeing the hypocrisy of it all.

My family of four (father, mother, two teenage kids) give frequent thanks for all of the free comedy that they provide us with - primarily via their "do as I say - not as I do" lifestyle.

Yes, yes, they "dream" just like Ms. Baker of some sort of never-happened-utopia, but sacrifice or contribute NOTHING to make it happen.