@Cycloptichorn,
You know Cyclo--when I read the first post on this thread just now I was struck by how absolutely bloody silly and infantile it is. Especially after the publicity surrounding the Nick Leeson affair which liquidated Barings Bank.
As I know our authorities are not quite as stupid as that, Think Tanks being what they are, and all these high powered brains doing forward planning for 50 years and all, it always has seemed to me, and the utter naivety of the report in the starter post simply reminded me of it, that I can't but help suspect, quite strongly, that it's all a put up job.
I'm one of those nut-jobs who actually think that all the money belongs to the government, like the blood in our veins, and the cells in our brains, and it knows where it all is give or take the coins that have slipped down the back of the sofa. It has chips in the notes and can follow them round from satellites. It is careful about these things. It probably knows what we are thinking.
So I have cruddled my cranium and pondered this matter ever since it started. I ponder things like that whilst I perform my 30 minute soak in hot water every night which I use to refine the edge of my thirst preparatory to going to the pub to slake it. Like joggers do to get closer to exhaustion so they can sleep at night instead of tossing and turning wrestling with a guilty conscience. In the bath is where I ponder best but I ponder at other times as well. And, as a man of your discernment will know, and it is quite discerning to have seen what you must have seen and still see in your signature line, pondering feeds on itself. I think people take showers to avoid pondering.
One ponders on the productions of the previous ponderings. Which were, when it happened, that there's something odd about the event. As I think that events can be classified as conspiracies or accidents. An NFL player getting injured is never an accident.
And it couldn't have been an accident because Leeson had put all the signals to danger.
So I was watching the event unfold, mainly on TV, and it really has gone like clockwork. Still is doing. We cannot be led to safety unless we are nervous so getting us nervous is a good way to get credit for bringing us back on an even keel. And watching it with all with that in mind led to my pondering branching out. It was useless to the pondering for it to be an accident. There's nothing to ponder
a posteriori, as Kant said, with accidents. They are chance events. We couldn't have all these fine people working in the financial and political system having an accident surely? That is a terrifying thought.
Naturally, I sought an explanation of it. The reason, and how it was being all choreographed. Guidance to media, for instance, of how to present it to the public "for" whose benefit it was taking place, (for as in "for the people") .
Aside from the general danger, made explicit in the Barings case, of having a delicate system of exchanges linked wordldwide round the clock in the hands of thousands of specially selected and highly trained people, who lived and played in a sub-culture of their own, and were expert in the art of entreprenuerial dash, we were also in danger of going over the top and showing the other 7 billion inhabitants of the earth the way.
I know women who have 20 handbags. And they are not that posh round here. I've been in bathrooms with every shelf loaded with bottles and jars containing scented shampoos and wrinkle gel and other stuff I'm too embarrassed to mention. Some of them get a car on the deferred payment plan and next news there are dolls swinging in the back windows and a sign reading BABY ON BOARD. Then off they go to Tenerife with the friends they meet every week in the restaurant for what they call a meal. A secret high calorie injection morelike. These are nurses and cooks and whatnot. One runs a One Armed Bandit emporium on the main drag. Lord only knows what the lawyers and architects and psychologist's wives are up to. 20 yard wide wardrobes at least I should think and the pedigree poodle having it's teeth polished. And we are a poor country.
There are two excellent reasons for having it. There are others. Filling up the spaces in media which are in between the ads. Careers in media using stylish explanations. Scapegoats galore on whom to vent our rage.
And they say I'm cynical.