New World Order 2.0

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 Back in the 50s and 60s, Japan made a fortune selling paper parasols for your happy hour fruit drinks.  They then parlayed that into status as an economic powerhouse, becoming the electronics wizards to the world, and miniaturizing portable phones from suitcase-sized affairs, down to a palm-sized mini-computer.

Through all that, they remained hitched to America's wagon, even after America turned on them in the 70s.  America blamed Japan for its economic woes, forgetting quite conveniently that Nixon had unhitched the nation's money from any kind of reality.

Still the Japanese remained faithful and took its place among the galaxy of economic powers that worshipped at the feet of Wall Street.  However, its success led to higher prices for imports in the US, and so Nixon went in search of new coolies to provide low-cost widgets.

Nixon struck pay-dirt in his long time nemesis: China.  It was a match made in Hell.  A rabid anti-Communist, in the throes of political turmoil at home, went hat-in-hand to a mysterious Communist demon called China.  No one really knew much about China at that point.  It had withdrawn behind its famed Great Wall after the Cultural Revolution.  However, capitalist ideologues needed cheap labor to keep the game going, and Nixon wanted a foreign policy coup to deflect the spotlight off his growing crisis at home.

The American people, being xenophobes and ignorant of much outside their own navels, watched in fascination as TeeVee beamed pictures of Nixon dining with Mao's successor.  When all was said and done, America had a vast new cheap labor supply to feed its insatiable hunger for profit.  In fact, America needed China far more than China needed America.

The US, in its hubris as global superpower and post-war economic dynamo, figured that it could scour the world to find places to supply its appetite for cheap, unorganized labor, and as dumping grounds for its toxic waste called bonds.  Without the stabilizing force of gold-backing, there was an increasing pile of rotten paper to support the fabulous exterior.  Like a financial Dorian Gray, the US looked young and powerful, but in the attic was a portrait of decay and putridity that hid the ravages of unbound capitalism.

China had become America's trashbin and servants' quarters.  Like all wealthy plantation owners, Americans began looking past the garbage dump and maid house, assuming they were not there so as not to spoil the nice view of the back 40.

Meanwhile, China had actually read Marx/Engels, unlike the hot-headed Bolsheviks next door.  They saw that capitalism was a necessary step in the evolution towards communism, and that by enriching a strong middle-class, the masses could be placated with gee-gaws and naked consumerism.

They began the process of opening to the West.  Salivating at the prospects of masses of cheap, unskilled and unregulated labor, the mega-corporations came.  They built factories, transferred technologies and, most importantly, began dumping their toxic paper.

China, being the longest continuous society on Earth, and lovers of strategy games like chess, opened its flank to draw in what it needed, while carefully managing the board.  In quiet deference, they played the game.  Where the Soviets had sealed themselves off, China threw open the doors, but only those doors which they closely guarded.  There was a method in their madness, which the West perceived as a surrender to the fast and furious lifestyle that was the trademark of its culture.

Using its legendary deference and quiet manner, China lured the West into shifting its balance back.  The entire Western dynamo became fully and inexorably dependent on China's uncomplaining shoulders.  Meanwhile, China pinched and saved.  It enticed the West to transfer its industrial base eastward and quietly waited until it had enough of what it needed.

One day, the West woke up to find China launching men into orbit and making deals for stategic resources in places the West had taken for granted.  China had bought the Panama Canal and focused its attentions on South America and Africa, lands that the West has simply assumed were too stupid to have ambitions of their own.

China was willing to make deals that enriched both sides of the table.  They didn't impose ideological clap-trap as conditions of trade.  They didn't threaten military 'intervention' if the local dictator was not in line.  China simply said they would pay for raw materials, which was the Achilles' Heel in their grand aspirations.  Where the US sent flotillas of war ships as both economic ambassadors and not-so-subtle warnings, the Chinese sent money...money they had stored up dealing with the West.  More importantly, they didn't send the IMF or the World Bank as hitmen to take by stealth what did not belong to them.

The Chinese, while having over one million men under arms, had little or no capacity to project force outside its borders.  Instead, they had something more enticing, the carrot of wealth.  They were willing to go into a deprived nation and help build infrastructure as a good-will gesture in commerce, not as a means of taking over and dictating local policy.  In exchange, the Chinese received strategic minerals and energy to feed their growing sphere of influence.

The Chinese had learned from watching the Soviets and the US that projected force was a no-win and very expensive gambit.  Instead, they used the vast sums of money they were earning to buy what they needed, and create relationships of mutual benefit that ensured loyalty on all sides of the table.

In its centuries-long march to dominate the world, the West had become impatient, and in their rush they had made a crucial mistake.  They had assumed that every major power would want to join the club.  Since the powers that were had conquered their own back yards and built empires of iron fists, they could not imagine anyone wanting to find another band-wagon.

In other words, they had built their legendary pyramid upside down.  Now their masterwork teetered precariously vaporous tip.  What's worse, the West could not fathom the Eastern mind.  They took all the head bobbing to mean consent, when it fact it signified only understanding.

As the West climbed further out on the limb, the Chinese smiled and nodded as they quietly sawed away.  Until now.  Finally, the West has awakened to the fact that the only sinews connecting it to the tree are the piles of toxic paper on which the Chinese are sitting.  Like a marionette, the West is suddenly eyeing the strings which are its only means of animation.

The Chinese sat and listened as the powers that were dictated the way things worked.  China was to play ball with the New World Order, and in return, they would receive lucrative contracts and be considered part of the team, the in-crowd.

But, what happens when the player no longer needs the team?  What happens when the star has finally earned enough to spin off on its own track?  And what happens to the team when the one player they had built a franchise around suddenly goes free agent?

If you look closely, you will see the lines forming for New World Order 2.0.  There is a schism opening along hemispherical lines, with diametrically opposed means and goals.  The question of the day is: whose foundation is stronger?

Continues...

Surveying The Global Mess

Normally on the weekends, I like to keep things on the lighter side.  Ganesh knows there's enough bad news in the world, and we all could use a chuckle of two, even if it's my lame attempts to entertain.

I'll be darned if I can find much to laugh at, though.

It's almost humorous the way the Western powers are yet again breathlessly wringing their hands over yet another Middle East nation with oil.  Qaddafi survived Reagan's best attempts to break him, and he seems to be doing a fair job of repulsing the French.

Of course, that's like saying you are winning against the onslaught of a band of drag queens hollering show tunes at the tops of their lungs.  The French aren't known for being warriors.

Hillary Clinton, the irrepressible American drag queen, has rammed a 'no-fly zone' resolution through the UN, but if you can show me a bit of desert without flies, I'll show you a dog without fleas.

Why the Western powers feel compelled to interfere in the internal conflicts of a nation is not clear.  The motive seems to clearly center around oil, since revolutions in other nations draw little, if any, attention when they don't involve valuable natual resources.

Certainly, the collected nations of the world aren't doing much about Somali pirates, who took an Indonesian vessel bound for Rotterdam yesterday.  In fact, the pirates have lowered their demands for their booty, since no one seems interested in their antics.  You know its bad when pirates offer discounts of up to 50% for immediate liquidation.

Meanwhile, Japan's government has done what all governments do best: bald-faced lied to the world and its own people.  They admitted that their Level 7 catastrophe, which had been labeled a Level 4, is really a Level 5.  Typical.

I refer you to a 70s monster movie called, "Godzilla vs. the Smog Monster."  In it, a poisonous cloud causes anything it touches to disintegrate.   Seems almost prophetic at this point.

The radioactive debris continues to spew forth, radiation has appeared in food and water up to 100 miles away, people are dropping dead, ships and aircraft are assiduously avoiding Japan, and the headline?

"Japanese Reactor Crisis Stabilizes."

Sometimes I almost get tired of the bullshit.  If that's stable, then Charles Mason is a model citizen.

It's interesting to note that the upper class in Japan has fully bailed out of the country, like rats from a glowing ship.  Hong Kong hotel rooms are going at top dollar, Singapore is jammed to the gills, Seoul is reporting a massive influx of Japanese 'tourists,' and the Phillipines are enjoying a mini-boom.

There is talk of taking over some 'ghost cities' in China, as well.  Seems the Chinese, in their social-engineering building boom, have created at least three 'ghost cities,' large enough to handle populations of 10 million, that simply exist for future need (interesting civil engineering idea).

In a worst case scenario, the talk runs to filling at least one of them with Japanese refugees.  Interesting how mortal enemies become best friends in times of need.  It certainly puts China in the proverbial cat-bird seat when it comes to negotiating ownership of selected islands in the South China Sea.

Elsewhere, a judge has blocked the Wisconsin anti-government-union law (notice it does not affect private unions), which means he's waiting for his bribe packet to show up before passing off on it.  Happened repeatedly with Obama-snare.

Let's hope the judge was looking at the sweetheart deal to sell off state power production in a no-bid daisy chain, cluster (expletive), that was buried in the "you're a public servant...be happy you have a job, son" language.

Everyone seems to have forgotten about the PIIGS in Europe.  I'm sure the EU is in no hurry to shift focus back to their own crisis.  At least they can rest assured that Korea produces most of their electronic gizmos and gee-gaws, so little will be affected with regard to their ability to Tweet up a protest or two.

Ditto Middle East.  The Saudi king is firmly in the back pocket of the NWO, so he's free to squash any rebellion he likes.  Since Qaddafi is too independent, we have to DU them into submission, while at the same time worrying ourselves silly about Japanese radiation.  Makes perfect sense, of course.

The whole thing is such a sham and a charade, it's hard for me to imagine why anyone takes it seriously.  Even more perplexing is the steadfast refusal of the American people to stand up and say enough.

After all, the US is now in financial receivership.  The national debt (see link in sidebar) is standing at 97.3% of GDP, which means the country is effectively bankrupt.  Why in the hell is anyone allowing Obama and His Mighty Peace Brigade to start YET ANOTHER Middle East war?  And for what?  No WMD (LOL!), haven't invaded neighboring countries, poses no threat outside of its borders.  But, there's that delicious, silky black oil that belongs to the banksters...right?  And Americans do anything the banksters demand...right?

Insanity is rightfully defined as doing the same thing again and again, expecting different results.  Therefore, without question, the American people are, by in large, insane.  Wherever Israel points, we happily go fetch.  After all, Israeli citizens and loyalists, who sit on the Board of the Federal Reserve now own the country.

Now get back to your scanners and pat-downs, cows.  Who said you were allowed to think?

The absolute funniest part of all this is the fact that Obama won a Peace Prize for being black, and immediately ran out and started killing everyone in sight, including his own constituency (Obama-care).

If I am ever offered the Peace Prize (quick, hold your breath), I will turn it down on principle.
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On a side note, a few readers have asked why I don't provide more links to stories on which I comment, and the answer is simple: 1) there are a number of fine sites that provide that service, including my colleague George Ure at UrbanSurvival, Jeff Rense and Matt Drudge (all linked in the sidebar), 2) I assume my readers are highly intelligent and well-read, and have already seen the news and now are looking for a cantankerous and jaundiced take on things.  Kind of like H. L. Menken, but with lesser talent and vocabulary.  Also, I am writing two novels, a half-dozen articles, ten scripts, and editing a literal mountain of material.  As such, it takes a while to amalgamate the links and add them to my articles.  If the material is sufficiently obscure, I always give a link.  Otherwise, I let the reader do a little work on his or her own accord.

The other problem is that I sometimes know things that are not available in the general public domain, and so frankly, I am one of the few links to such information.  Therefore, it's a bit difficult to provide such sources outside of linking to myself.

So, anyway, my wife is pushing me to go to church, where I can absorb yet more fairy tales and gross misinterpretations, but it makes her happy for me to at least sit there and look unhappy.  Better than sitting here at the desk and complaining about the state of global affairs, she thinks.

'Tis not so wide as a church door, nor deep as a well, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.

Ghost Of Nixon Comes A'Callin'

Over at George Ure's UrbanSurvival site (link on sidebar), there's a couple of reader email from folks down in my old stompin' grounds of Houston, Texas, bemoaning the appearance of The China Daily newspaper on their lawns every morning. They are spooked by this and as a matter of pride, dump the paper in the recycling bin.

Ugh! Americans are so xenophobic and narrow-minded.

Here, these folks are getting a free gift from the Universe: a tool to learn about their greatest economic rival in the world today. What do they do? Treat it like nuclear waste and cry about how the Chinese own the country.

Get over it. Every since Nixon went to China in the 70s, America has been losing the War of Money. Now they just want to roll over and die while complaining that the ammo they need to fight back keeps falling on their grass.

No wonder America is losing...

Little Bammy offspring has the right idea. She's learning Mandarin and practicing with every Chinese Premier she meets. If there's one example that the Obamas have set that is worth following, it's that one. Go down right this minute and enroll in Mandarin class. It will be the best investment in your personal competitiveness toolbox you could possibly make.

You see, after Nixon went to China and 'opened' the doors to commerce, the Chinese embarked on a nationwide (even Asia-wide) campaign to learn English and study western capitalism. There was no whining about how the Americans were so far ahead of the game and owned the bases and ball. There was only the idea of learning everything they could about the adversary and then using it against them.

Classic Sun Tsu, if you ask me, which you didn't, but I told you so anyway. It's all in the Art of War, a fine book that every American should be devouring, along with their Mandarin classes.

They should also be sucking up every resource on Chinese astrology and superstitions. You see, the Chinese have two major weaknesses: they are superstitious as hell, and they love to gamble. Why is that important? Because they always make major business decisions based on the horoscope, and they occasionally bite off a little more risk than is wise because they love the challenge of sheer luck.

When it comes to football, Joe Sixpack can tell you every nuance of the QB's game, what his strengths and weaknesses are, how fast he gets tired, what risks he's likely to take.

But when it comes to the culture that is jacking his job, buying up his food and energy supplies, and taking over his country? All he can tell you is whether or not he likes egg rolls, which aren't even Chinese food.

If you want to beat an adversary, you learn how they think, what they are likely to do in any situation, and how they make decisions. You learn what motivates them and what frightens them. In short, you do to them what they have been doing to you for decades.

Back in the 70s, it was the Japanese who were hijacking our economy. There were 'Buy American' stickers on cars and movies about the Japanese taking over Joe Sixpack's factory (remember 'Take This Job and Shove It'?).

Now people are whining about getting free copies of The China Daily on their porch in the morning. They can't 'Buy American' because they shipped everything overseas, lock, stock and barrel. They willingly handed the adversary everything they needed to kick our butts, and now they are crying in their soup. C'mon.

If you were to face down a Chinese businessman to compete for a contract, don't you think it would be handy to know that he is deathly afraid of the number 4? Wouldn't it be helpful if you knew that he wouldn't make a move until a certain date while he waited for the stars to line up, thus giving you some wiggle room? Wouldn't it be nice to know that he wasn't going to do anything major between the dates of February 3rd and 12th?

And most of all, even if you couldn't speak Mandarin (which I can sympathize with), wouldn't it be helpful if he couldn't talk to his associates in another language and shut you out? What advantage would it give you to be able to understand what they are talking about, especially if they thought you had no idea what they were saying?

Take some of your unemployment money down to the bookstore and pick up a Mandarin textbook. The spoken language is fairly easy, as far as grammar goes. The pronunciation is problematic, but you only need to understand, not speak. Seems to me that would be a tactical advantage for the ambitious entrepreneur.

Studying the culture, one would discover that this New Year (Chun Jie or 春节) is the Year of the Pig/Boar, which denotes fertility and virility. It is an auspicious sign to your adversary, and thus he might be willing to take more risks, feeling lucky and all. Certainly, that would offer opportunties to the aware businessman across the table.

You might also learn about 'angpao' and the colors denoting 'luck' and 'properity.' Knowing this information, you could manipulate your adversary by using the colors red and gold on things which you want them to chose, such as your application or bid. You would also know when your adversary is trying to manipulate you, or at least the Fates.

I could go on and on. Certainly, you don't need to take my advice. You're American and you know everything, right? You are owed properity because of your citizenship, right? The world is required to hand you the bankbook and the reigns of power simply because you were born in North America, right? You have no other responsibility for your success, right?

Hell, if for no other reason, knowing a few key phrases in Mandarin, like, "Do you want more tea, Sir," would at least curry favor with your new boss next year. You might get his attention and rise quickly to be his personal servant in the office, thus gaining you better 'angpao.'

Up to you. But, if the Universe was throwing a free lesson on how my adversary is thinking and what he finds important, on my front doorstep every morning, I sure as hell wouldn't be burning it.

The McCarthy-ist acolyte, Richard M. Nixon, became the ambassador who unlocked what was then a closed and mysterious society in the opposite hemisphere. As Spock famously said in Star Trek: The Undiscovered Country, "Only Nixon could go to China." Well, those doors swung open and unleashed a behemoth that now owns your job and your wealth.

What are you going to do about it? Whine and complain because the kid down the street bought better bases and balls, and now everyone wants to play with him?

No.

You're gong to beat him at his own game.

Now get off your bleassed assurance and get out there and learn some Mandarin, some Chinese culture (and I'm not talking about the local buffet here), and learn whatever it takes to get the jump on them.

First order of business: buy a copy of Sun Tsu's The Art of War, or just read it online. You can bet that your adversary has.

Khrushchev said that the west would sell Communism the rope by which they would hang us. He was right, only the Chinese figured out how to do it. That's why the Russians are cozying up with them right now.

Oh, the the Chinese custom has the family name first, so when addressing your new boss, be sure to say, "早晨好， 先生," using the first name.

Might want to learn the Mandarin keyboard, while you're at it.