Are We Globalism?

A number of aging hippies are thrilled that we are now a communist society. Unfortunately there are a number of workers that are appalled that we are now a totalitarian society. No, I do not know how many there are of each. Such numbers are not allowed in either society. In the first case, in theory, all of society works for the individual. Unusually that is actually the same philosophy as the second case. The disagreement becomes is who the individual is. The leader, or the lead.

So what are the advantages of globalization? Unfortunately the first thing that comes to mind is slavery. Not every country has outlawed slavery. Many of our consumer products are allegedly made with slave labor. Globalization definitely helps multinational corporations. Not so sure globalization helps the independent operators. I would guess globalization let’s people move around more, like jetting about the globe. Yet people say all this jetting about adds carbon to the atmosphere thus making the globe unhabitable. At least some people think so.

Instead of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness we now attempt to improve our social credit score. We are taught that there are too many people on the earth. If our social credit is to low we may become part of the retification. Redundancy is so unnecessary.

I may be a bit drastic, yet this scenario has played out before. World view can change in a few days. I think locally we are where we were when the Taliban blew up the Buddhas. We are shocked that such a thing could happen. Yet it did.

Can it be fixed? Probably not. The only solution would be to impeach them all. I certainly do not think that will happen. We do not have the will power. The corrupts will survive. I had thought they would collapse under their own weight. I was so wrong! History, like a giant fractal repeats itself. Most of the time society is genetically corrupt. Freedom is an aberration. Union thugs morph themselves into the Taliban. There is no master except theirs. Using guns and bullets provided by the self indulgent globalists they use fear to force the new open society called globalism upon us.

There is no quiet little contented towns, only voting blocks to be manipulated by whatever means possible. For power no longer comes from goodness, for there was a time when power came from doing a good job. I like what you did there. I am quite comfortable with having you move on to bigger and better things.

It is sort of like a relationship of trust. Now that we are told what we are to believe. It is our job to fit in and improve our social media score. We have become the judged, verses being allowed to judge. It is a bit hard for me to explain, yet that is my view of globalism.


Jack Weinberg

Back in 1964 Jack Weinberg a graduate student of mathematics at the esteemed University of Berkeley mentioned during an interview “Never trust anyone over thirty”. The San Francisco Chronicle then picked up the quote. It was a quote that would then reverberated through the next two decades.

I actually never knew who Jack Weinberg was until a few hours ago. I was just trying to figure out the origin of don’t trust anyone over forty. It was a phrase that was used many times during my schooling. Why I rember forty and not thirty is unknown. Maybe at some point the speaker was 32? Any way the quote was used to justify many a decision.

Now that I have gray hair I have become a teacher. I think back to the days of being a student for inspiration. Who were my favorite teachers, and how did they teach? My first realization was that my teachers were younger than I. Then there was this, “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach” This is especially poignant as I have failed at my dreams. Still life is good, I have succeeded at so many things. Life is relative.

Personally I do not think I ever used the quote don’t trust anyone over thirty or forty to justify a decision, I may have used it for a punchline a few times back then. Yes when the Boomers were young it was the age of flower power and hippies. Counter culture protesting was the rage. Woodstock defined the age.

I wasn’t hip, I played with cars. I listened to the stories told by the over 30 group. Or was it the over 40 group. Basically the older a person was, the more stories they had to tell. I especially liked it when they had car stories. But any story would do. I was not an especially social person.

I would not really mention this except that the same people that said do not trust those over thirty are now in their sixties. The amazing thing is, the think they know more than those under thirty. Hypocrisy is now the hallmark of the aging hippies. I say this because I believe that our leaders and teachers live in the seventies. This is what brings me to the conundrum.

Now that Jack Weinberg is a old person, he says that he was wrong in in his youth. So who is right, the young or old Jack? Our aging leaders and teachers still have the beliefs of their youth. Yet in their youth their belief was to not trust the people of their now advanced age. Today, what is a young person to think?

Canceling Elon

Elon Musk stands tall in my pantheon of heroes. When I see Elon in the news I pay attention. Recently President Joe Biden and White House had an electric car day. The White House’s intention is to have half the cars sold in 2030 be electric. Joe brought in industry leaders from Ford, GM and the newly formed Stellaintis. The photo op of the day was of President Biden driving a Jeep.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? If the previous president had pulled a stunt like this he, well, would not have been treated any differently than he would have been any other day. Yet the media was happy to portray the current president driving a Jeep on electric car day. If I am not mistaken Jeeps get really poor fuel economy. This is the way we save the future?

People debate how useful electric cars are in saving the future. In my view the is a cost benefit analysis, and eventually electric cars will play a prominent role. I could go on about the advantages of the technology, yet there are others who are more qualified. People like Elon Musk, who actually built half a million electric vehicles last year. I am sure Elon knows a thing or two about the challenges of building electric vehicles. An even more interesting speaker would have been Herbert Diess, CEO of Volkswagen. He could have talked about the misguided bet on diesels in the fight against carbon.

Left out were other industry leaders for electrification, Nissan and Honda who pioneered the Leaf and Insight. True the invited GM pead the revolution with the EV1, yet the emphasis was on Jeep. There are many EV startups in this country making off road EVs. None of the new startups were hilighted either. Only the traditional big three were represented. The big three, once the backbone of the American automobile manufacturing now account for about 41 percent of the market. Their share of the market is diminishing. When it comes to winners and losers, the focus was on the losers.

Of course Ray Curry was there. Ray is the newly elected leader of the UAW. Ray was given a prominent role on electric car day. Ray promised that union members are ready to build electric cars. The open secret was, only unionized manufacturers were invited. Now Ray may be a nice guy. He has only had the job a few months. Historically unions have been anti change. Maybe he can change their attitude. Unions are a big reason the role of the big three has diminished. In my view unions are basically parasitic. Resistant to change they stifle innovation.

I will GM credit for the innovation of the EV1. While the EV1 may have been flawed as a product, it was certainly innovative. GM took a lot of heat for crushing the EV1. The story was they did not want to be responsible for for providing spare parts for only 1000 cars for the mandatory 10 years. I wonder if union rules had any influence in their decision scrap the EV1. Adaptability to change is not a attribute of unionism. What are the union rules for small production runs.

Of course that was a long time ago. This is today, and Ray is large in charge. Of course I will make one small suggestion to Ray. When it comes to innovation, invite the innovators. Sure it is a culture change, Curry has been handed immense political power. As much as Joe is against innovators and innovation, I hope Ray will differ and embrace competitive innovation.

The Price of Cream Cheese

Funerals are a sad but necessary thing. Strangly they are a reason to put on the good clothes and wash the nice car. We left early as we had other commitments earlier that day. We were all dressed up with time to fritter and waste. Unlike some funerals it was a beautiful day. As we serenely traveled the highway we passed a sign I had been passing for a lifetime. It was for the bridge of flowers.

We discovered an old abandoned trolly bridge that had been planted with flowers by the local garden club. It was beautiful! So many wonderful blooms. Many of the flowers had enticing fragrances. It was obvious that the bridge of flowers was carefully tended. We, as many do took pictures. Water slowly flowed under the bridge. We enjoyed our time on the bridge. As we we were approaching midday we thought a bit to eat might be appropriate.

We found a small romantic Cafe nearby. There were four people inside. Two baristas and three customers. With tin ceilings and retro decorations I kind of liked the place. A well dressed middle aged woman was typing on her laptop on one of two tables by the window. An older gentleman was near the bar with some food and a paper. A young man was ordering a latte and politely arguing with the baristas over the price of a bagle. Fresh and handmade, the bagle was five dollars. After seeing that we were politely waiting the young man settled on his latte.

Whilst waiting we had read the menu. It wasn’t very long, and the first thing looked good. Harty fare. My wife also made her selection. We quickly decided and made our order. Maybe because we were used to fast food, we did not engage engage the baristas in extensive conversation about the menu selections. Because the food is what they did, we assumed it would be good.

Fortunately the second table by the window was still available. The young man with the latte had chosen a table near the baristas so he could converse about the possibility of enjoying a bagle. We seated ourselves by the window to wait for our food. It was a pleasant brick lined street with construction going on outside. There was lots to watch. There were beautiful buildings made of stone across the way. Interesting people walked by.

In the background the young man still desired the bagle. The barista held firm on his price. Surprisingly the cream cheese was an additional eighty cents. The young man then argued that the condiments should be free. French fries come with free ketchup he noted. The barista held fourth that cream cheese was not a condiment. Additionally they used only the finest and most worthy cream cheese in his establishment.

The conversation distracted me from the view of the activity on the street outside. I began to wonder what was the difference between a barista and a barrister. The conversation had taken the cost of a bagle with cream cheese to an obsessive level. I imagined the young man as a future barrister trying to make his case. He was going at the cost of a bagle with so many angles. The barista held firm on the worth of his fine bagles, and the services he provided.

Our food was ready, indeed it was good and tasty. Worth the price. We slowly enjoyed our meal, we had time to kill. Meanwhile the young man had informed the barista the he was soon to be a graduate student in political science and needed to save money. He was willing to pay the five dollars for the bagle, however he thought the cream cheese should be free.

I am not a conversationalist, I prefer the window seat. I am not saying conversationalism is bad, yet we showed up ordered our food and enjoyed the ambiance. Then we enjoyed our meal and the view. Meanwhile the young political science graduate student kept the barista entertained during an otherwise slow time. For an hour he talked about his desire for a bagle and cream cheese. When we left he was taking his first bite of a bagle with eighty cent cream cheese.

Refreshed we arrived at the funeral with time to spare. A reverend said a few appropriate words. We talked with family about memories and times past. When it was all was said and done we laid flowers upon the graves of the departed.