Nov 7, 9:17 pm
Chad C
English 101. #3226
Prof. O’Connel
07Nov09
American Decay
America the country recently turned 233 years old, a testament to
our perseverance and determination to endure trial after tribulation.
Although in the scope of recorded human history 233 years old is a
mere footnote. Established governments have been regulating peoples
live for much longer than 233 years, but given our list of accolades
we certainly excelled at maximizing our time. In little more than 200
years we have transformed from a patchwork nation of back wood
settlers into the most technologically advanced nation the world has
ever known. Surely the world now has a population deserving of
inheriting it’s riches. No good thing lasts forever, and countries are
not immune. Lord Henry had explained this very concept to the bright
eyed Dorian Gray in Oscar Wilde’s book “ The Picture of Dorian Gray”
that “ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous
puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too
much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage
to yield to”. America’s limbs of government branches have been failing
us, our moral sense has suffered a severe case of acute Alzheimer’s
disease, and certainly there is no temptation which we haven’t
succumbed to. America’s infrastructures have been crumbling for some
time know. Factories that once hummed with opportunities have been
lying dormant, skeletons of our industrial might. Once vibrant
neighborhoods now resemble war torn cities that doted post World War
two Europe. The air has been poisoned, and our waterways morphed into
a cesspool showing us our reflections of exactly what we have become.
Andrew Bacevich argues in Limits of Power that basically this mutation
has been taking place since our countries inception, but it has been
increasing rapidly since the end of the second world war.
The idea of a free market is certainly not a new idea. Caravels
were traversing the Mediterranean long before Adam Smith explained the
concepts of “The Invisible Hand”. Every great nation in history has
been built around a strong economy. Of course there must be the
essential ingredients required, a land mass with natural resources, an
educated workforce willing to sacrifice labor for capital and of
course, a system of checks and balances implemented to make sure the
system doesn’t implode. Few countries have the whole package, but
America seems to have been blessed with all three. It took some
finagling and a few wars here and there, but the essentials are in
place, and we have exploited it to its full potential. At what point
do we resign from a resourceful and innovative country to a culture
defined by excess. At the end of the second world war most nations
were vulnerable, barley able to govern its own population. Outside of
the Soviet Union, America stood as the last remaining super power, and
we readily adopted the responsibility of acting like one. We were free
and clear to shape the political and economic policies that would
govern the world. There was one problem though, no one impeded our
trajectory, no foreign power to hold a mirror to our naked ambitions.
The American way of life would become universal.
Within those naked ambitions were the seeds of our own
destruction. As Ron Chernow wrote in the New York Times in Everyman’s
Financial Meltdown that “the infectious excitement obscured the
economy’s dangerous lopsidedness, with oil, agriculture and other
“sick sectors” undercutting the general prosperity. We became so
consumed with profit margin that we totally neglected the welfare of
the infrastructures of our country. At the end of 1950 almost 12
percent of our annual budget was dedicated to infrastructure, now it’s
less than 2 percent. We were the envy of the world, setting the bar
for how life was to be enjoyed. Clean water spewed from our faucets,
cheap electricity flowed from our outlets. Dams were constructed to
provide water for agriculture, and hydroelectricity produced to keep
our factories at maximum output. We could drive from coast to coast on
an uniformed system of roads. No doubt this elaborate undertaking kept
us at the lead. Now our age is starting to show. Bridges are
collapsing in Minneapolis, people in upstate New York actually have
alerts that require them to boil their water before they consume it.
Our priorities have been grossly mismanaged. As expressed in a recent
bill passed on Jan 15 2009 H.R 597 “Access to complete education” Our
corporate entities are receiving billions of dollars in bonuses while
children in Pittsburgh read textbooks that are outdated. Private
planes crisscross the country while art and, music have become
luxuries in our educational system. Certified teachers get pay cuts
while baseball players vacation in Lake Como, Italy. Like an aging
beauty queen who forgoes medical checkups to inject her face with
collagen. We’re polishing the brass on the titanic when we should be
avoiding the icebergs. We should get back in the habit of building a
country rather than exploiting it. Instead of acting like individual
emperors, we should act like citizens concerned of our neighbors
welfare and that of our countries.
The decay of our countries infrastructure is only one aspect
of the problem. It’s only the ramification of a bigger problem at
hand, financial implosion. It’s difficult to ponder how we can go from
an economy whose dollar was the bedrock the world around as a global
currency, to increasingly being shunned as worthless. If there was one
thing you could rely on was the U.S dollar and its ability to be worth
exactly was what it was stated to be worth. An article in The
Independent called the end of the dollar spells the rise of a new
order articulates our demise . Since virtually ever country in the
world traded with the U.S it would make sense to use our currency. The
recent financial crisis has compromised other nations confidence of
our economic superiority. Granted it’s simpler to trade in a one world
currency, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the U.S dollar will
reign supreme. In economic classes around the world the teaching of
our economic policies have been abandoned for a more reliable
approach. Our financial system has been built on greed. Certainly
greed defines us. It has been a factor in every surge in human
achievement. Inventors won’t create a longer lasting light bulb
unless it has an incentive, and while a cleaner sky would certainly be
an incentive, it doesn’t entice as much as a nice bonus in your
paycheck would. Once again instant gratification has outweighed our
moral sense. It’s important that our offspring have clean air and
water, but it’s imperative that we get that bonus now. Instead of
instant gratification we should move to system not based on
gratification now , but more importantly gratification for those that
come in the future.
We would think after an financial collapse the U.S would cut
back on it’s spending. Recall some of its military forces, realize
some its mistakes and work to correct them so this type of scenario
can never happen again. On the contrary Washington decided that the
rest of the world will be responsible to make up the difference. An
article titled our drunken uncle unveils the facts. More money is
being taken from our social security programs and educational
institutions. It doesn’t go to the unemployed or the uninsured. It
goes to the executives initially responsible for the meltdown. Those
trips to Lake Como, Italy surely have to as luxurious as possible.
Soon 92 cents of every dollar of federal revenue will be spent on the
major entitlement programs and net interest costs. That spells
disaster for our offspring. Our current military quagmire also
represents our decay. Every organism on earth establishes an
equilibrium with the environment careful to never over produce.
Humans, especially Americans appear to be the exception. When our
domestic oil supply dried up, we looked abroad creating situations
that required our intervention. The U.S is now over extended. The
balance is on the verge of being tipped. Certainly Americans should
take advice from other mammals learning to live within our means and,
stop living for instant gratification.
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The phone was ringing. The phone always rang in Roy’s office. It was
the sound of opportunity. Money was on the other end of that phone. He
certainly wasted no time answering it. Ever since the corporate junket
in Seattle last week when he learned that the workforce was to cut by
30 percent, Roy made sure that 30 percent did not include him.
“I’ve been with you for 17 years now” he stuttered to his
boss John on the grotto at the Marriott.
John replied “and your tenure here will certainly be
considered” That word “considered” certainly kept john up at nights.
He learned the true meaning of that word in his interview with John 17
years ago.
“You know who uses the word consider Roy” sensing the
condescending tone in Johns’ voice Roy decided to keep his mouth shut.
”People who use that word can’t make up their minds, they waffle
around an idea like vultures circle a dying zebra scared to make a
move. In this business your either in or out. It’s a zero count game,
someone wins and someone loses, if you can’t handle that then this
interview is over”
Roy thought briefly of his pregnant wife and overdue
mortgage payments and eagerly answered” yes I can handle that”.
The ringing had brought Roy back from his day dream. “Roy
here, talk at me babe”
“Roy it’s John” he heard the unmistakable crackle of an air
phone gone for years without maintance
“John I thought you were in Chicago this week” “had to cut
that short I got a call from corporate” wow, Roy thought, that trip to
Chicago was mandatory, to discuss this years shrinking profit margin.
If Roy was worried before he was downright terrified
now.
“ Roy I’m not going pay 1.99 a minute to explain it to you
right now, meet me at Sparks Steak House at 5 for dinner I’ll explain
everything there”. Roy couldn’t stand Sparks. The infamous mobster
Paul Castellano was gunned down outside that place. A victim of his
own greed, he increasingly took more from his henchmen even though
they weren’t earning as much. Maybe he should have taken less, learned
to live without, Roy thought, still that steak house on 46th ave in
Manhattan still made him feel uneasy. “ Every dog has his day” Roy
thought to himself.
“I’ll be there at 5 John, but your paying”. He heard John
force a chuckle out followed by a long sigh.
“Don’t be late Roy”. He knew then and there that this was no
joyous occasion. The line went dead.
Roy craved a cigar and regretted giving up smoking a year ago
on the advice of his doctor. Dr. Loper always told it like it is.
“Roy if you won’t give up smoking I’ll be forced to let your
insurance company know, you life insurance policy could be voided and
your premiums will go up.
Roy being the salesman he was tried to sell Dr. Loper on the
benefits of smoking “ it helps me relax and it keeps my weight down,
perhaps you could write me a prescription for a stogie a week” Dr.
Loper gave a quick grin but, that stern professional bravado quickly
returned.
“Roy I expect your next chest x-rays to show no scarring or we
might not see as much of each other“. Roy knew his insurance company
would jump on any chance to raise his premiums and, that life
insurance policy could be smashed and sold on the market in less time
than it takes to light a fresh robusto.
“Hold my calls Ali, just let them go to my voicemail” Roy
barked. Ali had an M.B.A from Penn state and here she was answering my
calls, Roy thought.
“What about your appointment with” Roy cut her off “
“Just make sure you send my calls to my voicemail”. he wanted
to apologize for that outbreak, console her and tell her as soon as
the market jumped back she could get a job at any fortune 500 company
she wanted to. Her feelings were of little importance to him now,
besides he had his own to worry about. Ali just slumped back into her
seat defeated by a problem that was set in motion long before she was
even born.
Roy loved the winters in New York, he especially loved when it
snowed. It reminded him of his childhood in Flint, Michigan. Although
Roy was a broker, but he still loved the feeling of putting in a hard
days work of manual labor. His dad was a union worker at a
manufacturing plant. He still remembered the smell of motor oil that
filled his house when his dad came home. He also remembers the smell
of the paramedics aftershave when they came responded to his dads
heart attack. Just like today his dad’s downfall came from a phone
call from his union leader letting him know his job was now obsolete.
“I’m no longer economically viable” was the last words his dad
ever muttered before a sudden cardiac arrest took his life. Since it
was snowing Roy decided to take the train. That also gave him an
uneasy feeling. Being down in those unkempt catacombs made him feel
like he was in a coffin. Plus due to cutbacks the trains have taken a
dive for the worse. About a year ago a train was destroyed when a
piece of road fell down into the tunnel.
Why were there so many police racing towards Starks? Roy
thought. As he approached he saw a bloody figure laying in the
street.
“ Oh my God, what happened” he asked an officer.
“ Some nut shot a big time executive, but don’t worry sir we got
him in custody”. When Roy looked over to view this madman he almost
fainted. That’s no madman he thought, that’s Steve from my office.
Steve looked up at him and smiled.
“ I got him Roy, I got him good.
“Have you lost your mind Steve” Roy yelled”
“Roy he called you here to let you go, he didn’t want to give up
a piece of his salary to keep us on” Roy couldn’t believe what was
happening. “He fired me here because he thought I wouldn’t cause a
scene he was going to fire you too”
“Stand back sir” the officer demanded “ this man is dangerous.
Roy stood there in that empty street and looked down at Johns lifeless
body. “Was it worth it John” Roy said aloud. At that moment he
realized what was important to him. Not his time share in Boca Vista,
or his Jaguar. No, his family was important. The ones who loved him
near and dear. He jumped on his phone and called his wife “ hey baby
you in the mood for a steak?”