the financial sublime
like me, you may still be unclear on a lot of the details of the current economic clusterfuck. but here’s one fact you can easily wrap your head around, even if its implications are nothing short of mind-boggling:
at $700 billion, the bailout so far has exceeded the cost of the entire iraq war.
did you get that? in one week, we’ve spent more money buying bad debt from wall street than we have in five years of all-out adventurist profligacy in the middle east. remember all those no-bid reconstruction contracts? remember the pallette-loads of cash that simply disappeared into thin air? the millions spent blowing up infrastructure and then rebuilding it? the bribes doled out to tribal leaders in anbar to ensure that “the surge worked”? chump change. drops in the bucket compared to last week’s emergency measures in the financial sector, a move the treasury secretary isn’t even willing to say will work.
it gets worse:
Sen. Richard Shelby (R-Ala.), the ranking member of the Senate Banking Committee, thought the $700 billion estimate … was not realistic. “It’s going to be about $1 trillion at least.”
at least a trillion. is that even a real number? how many gajillions is that, exactly?
something very strange is happening to me. my outrage is evolving into something transcendent: a kind of awestruck giddiness, mixed with what i can only describe as dazed, grudging respect for the psychotics who pulled this off. a sum of money so vast exceeds the capacity of my conceptual and moral vocabulary to describe it. this is more than a fuckup or an ambitious plan gone horribly wrong. it is trans-historical; we have entered the territory of the sublime.
around the middle of last week, i was still shrugging and making the observation that this is what happens when you put a cokehead in charge of your economy. but now i see that i haven’t given george bush and his corporatist gang-rape squad nearly enough credit. the magnificent mess we are witnessing could not have resulted from simple irresponsibility and corruption; you or i couldn’t pull it off if we tried. these people are evil geniuses in the fullest sense of the term, with all the obsessive, grandiose and amoral connotations one associates with comic book supervillains. they have turned our country into a vast nihilist art installation right under our noses, while we debated whether they merely corrupt or simply incompetent.
bravo, i say! my hat is off. i simply don’t know how else to react.