Viele Volk, Viele Führer, Ein Globalism

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While we're all agonizing over the infinitesimal differences between such statesmen as Gingrich, Romney, and Obama, we should pause to reflect on the essential unity of their message — Globalism now, globalism tomorrow, globalism forever.  What the hell is globalism, anyway?  The Wikipedia Article is somewhat enlightening in this respect, but what it boils down to is old-style utopianism that goes at least back to the 19th Century and people like Marx and Bellamy and the stupid-smart H. G. Wells.  But this basically anti-capitialist idea has done a dialectic and synthesized itself with capitalism, producing a disgusting hybrid known as mercantilism, where it becomes impossible to distinguish between the captains of industry (or, more to the point, finance) and the wise statesmen who rule us all.  And right now it's more popularly known as "Crony Capitalism," which has the advantage of being absolutely clear in meaning.

The World's Best Blogger, Steve Sailer, has gone into this concept more deeply than anybody else I know, and shows us that the differences between Newt Gingrich and Bill Clinton isn't night and day, but rather the distinction between two points of time a microsecond apart in the late afternoon.  If politicians were pies, they wouldn't be peach and pumpkin and raspberry, but they'd all be apple, with slightly different crinkles in the crust.  Oh, there are the occasional pecan pies, like Ron Paul, but they're too rich for the commentariat's blood, and the talking heads always advise us all to stick with good ol' apple, where we're safe.

And the primary ingredient of our contemporary apple pies is globalism.  Globalism is where there is no more economic struggle going on, as in nasty old free-market capitalism, but a nice cozy cooperation between regular princes and merchant princes, greased by lots of money changing hands, while we, the hoi polloi, finance it all and do as we're damn well told.  Big bailouts for the big shots and the nonproductive idlers at the bottom, while as for the middle class, the productive class... Well, have you been bailed out lately?

I'm beginning to rant, an occupational hazard.  I'll shift you over to a cooler, less excitable essayist, who has read Bill Clinton's latest book so the rest of us don't have to.  Yep, it's Steve Sailer again.