Pinky and The Brain Take Over the World
In discussion recently inside the Diner and on TAE regarding the possibility that the takedown of the Native Population of the Americas might have been purposeful, an Epiphany came to me which explains mmuch of the migration patterns since the colonial era, as well as the durrent dire circumstances of the PIIGS Nations. This is a complex set of arguments I have never tried to detail before, and how this article will come out is something of a mystery to me. I have been mulling it over for a few days here since the original epiphany hit, but because it is such a complex set of arguments I have been avoiding writing on it so far, in favor of doing DD site Promotion and trolling other websites. However, I do have to try to flesh this one out some, so here goes.
Far as the Modern Era is concerned including the Monetary System we are using, for the most part you can put its beginnings with the Medici Banking House in the 1300s or so. More than that, it really became solidified with the charter of the bank of England in 1692, when Sir Isaac Newton was Master of the Mint in Jolly Old England.
During this whole period, numerous Wars were being fought in Europe itself for domination over the continent, and for a while there the Spanish looked to be doing quite well. Same Spanish folks that just a few generations later now are real Hurting Turkeys in the game as it played out. Still, around 1650 or so, the Spaniards were just hauling TONS (literally) of GOLD from South and Cetral America into the Basement Safe of the Spanish Aristocracy of the day. Somehow though, this huge Haul of Gold never did give the Spics a huge monetary advantage over a couple of other incipient Nation-States, namely England and Germany (which was still in the process of forming up at the time).
Collecting a lot of Gold from SA did not do wonders for the Spanish Economy, in fact what it did was to devalue Gold inside that economy. They suffered from “inflation” in Gold because so much Gold hit the economy at the same time. Like any Gold Mining Town in the Old West, a Steak could cost you a whole day’s worth of panning to buy the steak.
During same period though, somehow the Brits, the Dutch and then a bit later the Germans, WTIHOUT getting a huge new source of Gold Input such as the Spanish had soon overtook them economically and politically in power. The migrations of Spanish to the New World in SA basically STOPPED after around 1700 or so, whereas the migrations of Northern Europeans to the NA Continent continued in Wave after Wave right through to the 20th Century. so what WAS it that the Northern Europeans hit on that the Southern ones did not, and why were they the ones to gain hegemony over the monetary system and world resources through this period?
There is some difference in Ag productivity between the Southern European Nations and Northern ones, but not so much so that either one was much better or worse off than the other. The difference of course is that beginning in the 1600s when the Dutch were stripping their Peat Bogs bare to make Glass, and moving forward to when the Brits began using the Steam Engine to pump out Coal Mines, the Northern Europeans leapfrogged the Southern ones rapidly and developed into an Industrial and Military Powerhouse as a result.
Once the Northern Europeans accessed stored thermodynamic energy, they began to vastly outpace all other societies, including the other ones on their own continent. The Gold the Spanish stole from the Aztecs was quickly spent out buying Stuff that Dutch Traders were selling. Why did the Spanish not keep Migrating to South Amerika the way the Northern Europeans were migrating to North Amerika in Wave after Wave? Likely because the Southern European societies were not Multiplying as fast in Numbers as the Northern ones were. See, once they accessed stored thermodynamic energy, the populations began to multiply faster than their local Ag could suport. The reason they could multiply like that is because what they were producing using GOBS of Energy they could trade with other places to bring in more foodstuffs. At the same time though, without new land to drop farmer/peasants onto and with Tradesman work being replaced by Industrial Looms, Northern Europe began to experience the Unemployment problem, beggars and all the rest of the nasty stuff Charles Dickens wrote about describing the Workhouses and Orphanages in Jolly Old England. Hans Christian Andersen wrote about the same stuff occurring over in Amsterdam in those years. Starving children freezing on the streets, that sort of thing
The Little Match Girl
Hans Christian Andersenl
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening– the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger–a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year’s Eve; yes, of that she thought.
In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.
Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. “Rischt!” how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but–the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when–the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant’s house.
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when–the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
“Someone is just dead!” said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.
“Grandmother!” cried the little one. “Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!” And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety–they were with God.
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall–frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. “She wanted to warm herself,” people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.
OK, now that Hans has you all teary-eyed and depressed regarding the endless stream of starving and neglected children wrought by the Industrial Revolution, let us progress a few more years down the line here. The Starving Children never went away of course, they just were moved offshore along with the rest of the liabilities of industrialization, like Polluting the living shit out of the land you live on. The Chindians happily took on that problem to try and join up with the High Life offered by Industrial society, at least for the Elite running the society anyhow. Slavery never went away either, that also was sent offshore in its most egregious forms, but even continued to exist in Developed countries as well through Wage & Debt Slavery. Even quite well paid people in the 1st Wrold countries really are slaves, you see this the minute their Highly Paid job as an IT developer gets Offshored to Chindia. POW! you go from a 6 Figure Income to DESTITUTE in no time at all here really. McMansion goes into Foreclosure, before you know it you are living in your Bugout Machine.
So right up until Present Day here, as we speak, the Industrialized Countries, primarily the FSofA, Germany and China now hold the rest of the world Debt Hostage. Why do I include the FSofA there? Because despite all the talk about car factories and toy factories moving offshore, one form of manufacturing is still done on-shore here in the FSofA in SPADES. Munitions Manufacturing buddy-boy. We make the BEST Weapons and sell them to EVERYBODY, Vendor Financing the whole thing just as the Krauts Vendor financed their BMWs and Volkswagens to the PIIGS.
This CONTROL over thermodynamics which began in earnest with the development of the Steam Engine has for the most part put in thrall everyone else who did not get there first in this game. The Chinese? Well, through application of Slave Labor the Chinese attracted Big Capital to build factories there, but sadly for the Chinese they came into the game a Day late and a Yuan short here. The REAL profiteers from Late Game Chinese Industrialization are not the Chinese citizens, its an Elite few both in China and offshore from there who own Apple, and Foxconn and all the other Slave Camps there which produce toys for Amerikans to buy at Walmart.
Can we EVER get out from under this sick and twisted system under which we live? Of COURSE we can, in fact it is inevitable now that we will. The whole ball of wax is propped up by control over stored fossil fuel energy which is rapidly depleting here. Still quite a bit left, but thing is that the STRUGGLE to control what is left will burn it up all that much faster and make it generally unavailable for “productive” purposes. Once the BIG WAR in MENA breaks out, abut the very FIRST thing the Iranians will aim their Chinese Cruise Missiles at are the Oil Fields of the House of Saud in Ghanwar. The MINUTE that NATO decides to Bomb Tehran Back to the Stone Age is the MINUTE that those Cruise Missiles come out of Bunkers and Garages sprinkled all over Iran, and no the CIA does not know where they ALL are, nor are there enough planes on ALL the Aircraft Carriers in the region to blow every Bunker on the first Day, and I doubt even in the “3 Weeks” the Military Dimwits pitch out as a number in the MSM.
It will not JUST be Ghanwar of course, though that certainly is a Big One. Just about every Oil Platform out in the GOM and off the coast of Nigeria is a fucking SITTING DUCK. I mean really, a Cigarette Boat loaded with TNT and a Sucidal Towel Head could take one of those babies out in a Heartbeat. How many Terroristas do you think it would take to blow your average Refinery or Pipeline? 20, 30 Maybe? How hard would it be to take a VLCC Supertanker going through the Straights of Hormuz to the Bottom of Davey Jones Locker with a few Shoulder fired Missiles at the water line? Man, once this war gets going in earnest, the flow of Energy to the Center is going to break down so fast Illuminati Heads will be spinning 360 degrees in no time.
So the end of this type of Global Civilization will come to a close in one great BIG last Bonfire here as the last of the fossil fuels are burned up in one last futile attempt to Conquer the World. Sadly, the entire history of Human Civilization can be wrapped up in one Pinky & the Brain cartoon, with J6P playing the part of Pinky, and the Illuminati doing the “Let’s take over the WORLD today!” part of the Brain.