To Talk of Many Things… (Vol. #11 – Armenia and Azerbaijan)

It has been just over a year since Armenia and Azerbaijan signed a ceasefire to end the ’44 Day War’. A war started by Azerbaijan in order to gain back land they lost more than 25 years ago following a defeat to Armenia after the fall of the Soviet Union. Land which was given to Azerbaijan by Stalin in his efforts to divide and conquer. This is all very controversial and any way one explains it risks offending somebody of the opposite opinion in a situation which is still extremely sensitive to Azerbaijan who suffered greatly during the last war and Armenia, a tiny nation surrounded by enemies, enemies who once carried out a genocide. 

Tank, War, Hills, Mountains, Army, Countryside, Armenia

But because things are complicated does not mean that the United States should not engage. The reality is that Russia uses divide and conquer methodology in the South Caucasus the same way the Soviet Union did, and for the same reason. To guarantee their permanence in their buffer zones. When the USSR collapsed, Russia lost its buffer zones in the South Caucasus meant to ward against attacks from Persian and Ottoman imperial ambitious. Over control of the Black Sea – Russia is, above all, a Black Sea nation. Vladimir Putin used the 44 Day War to humiliate Armenia’s new reform-minded Prime Minister Nikol Pashinyan and to guarantee the deployment of Russian Armed Forces to their buffer zones – the natural fortress of Nagorno Karabakh (the place the Armenians call Artsakh). From their bastion, the Russian Army can now patrol and secure their southern flank.

The Russians have been allowed to take advantage of the instability because the West has been unable to make any meaningful progress on peace. Specifically, the Minsk Group, led by United States, Russia and France and created by the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe in March of 1992 following the first NK war has failed to achieve the desired end. In fact, they quickly crystalized the problem into a “frozen conflict” and forgot about it. Furthermore, now they work at cross purposes, micro-managing from Foggy Bottom any attempt by our Ambassadors in the region to creatively solving the issue on a bilateral basis while offering no solutions. Even worse, Russia now uses the Minsk Group as an opportunity to pretend they are neutral – inviting in the member states when they need to whitewash Putin’s maneuvers.

We need new policy in the South Caucasus, which will advance the cause of peace which is the only way to loosen the grip of Putin in that part of the world. First, we need to reassure Armenia of their territorial integrity, and their security. Following the genocide, so much of their decision-making is security based. 80% of their borders are closed, and the hate-speech between the Armenians and Turks (the Azeris are Turkik peoples, who buy into President Erdogan’s Pan-Turkish agenda) makes any negotiation impossible. Second, we need to put pressure on Turkey to make peace, open its borders and cease supporting the Azeri war (including the deployment of drones and mercenaries from Syria). This is hard, Turkey is a treaty ally. But without Turkish support Azerbaijan might sue for peace. Finally, we need to work with our French allies to find a lasting solution to the status of Nagorno Karabakh – what the Armenians call Artsakh. The Azeri solution of integration into Azerbaijan will not work while cultural and historic vandalism take place, including attempts to rewrite history. Also a Russian protectorate in the region, with 2000 Russian ‘peacekeepers’, will also not work – Putin does not seek peace, only position. Some have mentioned the model of Kosovo, which has been for the most part successful. Others have proposed reunification with Armenia proper – which could only occur with guaranteed security and a safe-corridor for movement.

Armenia will have to make concessions. They must accept that outside of Nagorno Karabakh, they have no legitimate territorial claim to land recently retaken by Azerbaijan. They cannot spend the next twenty years preparing for the next war. And they must negotiate with Turkey, who are said to be willing to establish trade relations and even diplomatic relations while opening the border. And they must find a way to allow for some connectivity between Nakhichevan, the Azeri enclave and Azerbaijan proper. Only this will allow them to eliminate the draft which is a tax on the youngest generation and reduce the military expenditures to an acceptable level allowing them to invest in education for the children and facilities to support a rapidly aging population.

The solutions are apparent, though difficult to achieve. Allies we have in our French colleagues independent from the constraints of the Minsk group. Now however is the time. Things are in play, relations that were frozen for decades are becoming fluid again. Let’s use this to our advantage to advance the cause of peace. The future will thank us.

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To Talk of Many Things… (Vol. #10 – China)

But wait a bit,’ the Oysters cried,
      Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
      And all of us are fat!

Today we obsess about China. Much like for the last twenty years, it was ISIS bombers in our malls, and before then the Soviet Union – air raid and nuclear strike drills. Before then Nazis, before then the Spanish empire I guess. Through it all COVID or Spanish Flu or AIDS. Americans are nothing if not obsessive.

Today we obsess about China.

Maybe the obsession is good. It allows us to muster our national imagination against a foe, to build consensus about what needs to be done to vanquish them, to get a single-mindedness to our national decision-making process in order to marshal our tremendous power to meet the challenge. Cue WWII, there was nothing in the world like that American war effort.

And on the face of it, we are not wrong. The Nazis were really, really bad. The Soviets even worse – I just spent two years in Armenia, where the scars of Soviet oppression are still visible in the dead buildings and the traumatized populations who had to endure generations of enslavement. To think freely after so great a tribulation is a challenge, and the older people – those who lived under the dark shadow from the north – are still wary. Terrorism was bad too, but never a threat the way we made it out to be. It is existential for Mali or Burkina Faso or Afghanistan, but for the United States with our privileged geography it was never something that was going to require national mobilization.

But China is; and is a serious threat. They have the longevity of the Soviet Union, learning that enslavement of a population works, that fear is a tremendous motivator – but also learning that as long as they make our cheap widgets and “flash fashion” apparel we are stuck with them. “Flash fashion” to pay for the Uighur death camps, because China is a nasty combination of the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany. The experiments they are doing on the Uighurs, or political dissidents, or Falun Gong practitioners are nothing short of crimes against humanity. Like the Nazis against the Jews and the Gipsy.

And China is more dangerous now than they have been; but not for the reasons you might think.

They are dangerous now, because they are weakening very noticeably and very quickly. They are facing two very real and very existential problems. The first is their economic model no longer works. It was predicated upon the creation of cheap detritus, taking advantage of the massive glut of labor available in the last decade of the 20th century (globalist economics was build on the movement of Chinese cheap labor to the cities and the liberation of those behind the Iron Curtain). They used this cheap indentured servitude to addict the west to their cheap crap, greased by their WTO membership, to give them massive amounts of capital (capital the USSR in its day could only dream of). But that is over – Chinese costs per worker have increased sixfold over the last years. They have had to literally enslave the Uighurs to keep the costs down. To pay for it, China’s economy was hardwired to force the savings of the enslaved either into cash or real estate to pay for the tremendous building boom of modernizing their country. They leveraged this until the white elephants strewn around the country became too apparent, and then they have sought to export this surplus production of construction to the world via what they call the “Belt and Road Initiative” (and maybe enslave some neighbors in the process). Their debt has now reached 300% of GDP, they are leveraged to the hilt, no longer have any money to pay for anything just as the world has gotten wise and started to increase the costs via tariffs and divestment orders.

The second Chinese problem is demographic. When they instituted the ‘one child’ policy, population growth was already slowing in China as it does everywhere else and for the same reasons: families that urbanize and increase their education levels have fewer children. Period. Their dramatic overreaction has led to a demographic collapse which is starting now, and will continue for the next 75 years. Over that period, China’s population will be cut in half – of what remains, it will be older – and will be made mostly of men. Angry geriatric Chinese men sitting in apartments in empty condominium complexes on the outskirts of a dead town, that is the future of the “Middle Kingdom”.

The pressure valves which address these things in free societies: civil society, church, political debate. None of them exist. And real answers, immigration, do not fit with Han Nationalism – besides nobody would go to totalitarian China, even if they were allowed.

China has, probably, twenty years before collapse becomes precipitous. The problem is Xi knows all this. But Xi is no Gorbachev. Xi is Mao, who once told Pol Pot “Congrats, you’re doing what I want to do here but they won’t let me” (referring to the killing fields); Mao who once said that he welcomed nuclear war with the west because China had more people “And probably a third will survive, and that is enough to rebuild and take over the world.”

So we have twenty years of Chinese desperation before they fade away, turning their soldiers into old-folks-homes attendants and their tanks into geriatric vans. Xi has maybe twenty years left, maybe less, before his time too is over. We, as America, need to use those twenty years to avoid a devastating war – for a war with China would be terrible not only for the United States but for Australia and for Indonesia and for the Philippines and for Japan. But it would also be disastrous for our natural world. We need to avoid a war with China over Taiwan (while of course safeguarding their freedom, that should go without saying but I’ll say it anyways); an unsinkable aircraft carrier in the South China Sea bristling with missiles pointed at the mainland, befuddling the attempts of Xi and his planners to build a blue-water navy for the invasion and subjugation of their “near abroad” – the creation of empire, that is the only way Xi can imagine the fix to his demographic problem, Philippino and Malay replacing Uighurs in his factories which will make the inputs of consumption for the bazaars in Jakarta in a modern manifestation of “empire free trade” into perpetuity. And avoiding war will be the hardest thing to do – many say it is already set for 2022 after the Winter Olympics. We need to muster all our power to safeguard Taiwan, not for their benefit – though there is that – but because if we don’t, China might just succeed at empire and then they become a problem we will give not only to our children but our grandchildren.

And while we avoid war, we need to extricate our economy from theirs – insulating ourselves from their coming economic collapse. This means moving our strategic supply chains like pharmaceuticals and personal protective equipment and lithium batteries to friendlier places closer to home. But it also means finally, at long last, getting real with ourselves – making peace with the fact that the rapid consumption, the ‘fast fashion’, the plastic-widget-from-Walmart, the “I need that new piece of cheap plastic crap to make my life better” narrative must fade away. We will have to make due with an iPhone that lasts for years; with clothes that we put away for summer and get back out again for winter, clean them off and re-ware them; with cars that we maintain regularly and pass on to our children when they come of age. With Christmases and birthdays focused on experiences and family and not piles of junk. I know we’ve been saying that forever, but it’s true. Conveniently, this brings us into common cause with the ‘climate change’ crowd – because it is what they are worried about; which allows me, a conservative worried about war with China to make common cause on policies with the progressive left.

See, maybe the obsession is, in fact, good after all!

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I didn’t expect to read “Hunger”, cover to cover, on Thanksgiving. Sometimes a book surprises you, bringing you along, making it impossible to put down. It is fitting, though, perhaps, given the subject matter, the day and the state of things.

Hunger. I don’t know many people who know what real hunger is. Neither do you. The different phases of need; what it does to the body first and then the mind. The madness of hunger, the irrational bizarre behavior accentuated by the gaunt expression. The specter of hunger is haunting the world these days. Afghanistan, a hunger that is shameful not for the Afghans but for the Americans. We abandoned them. Being able to solve their hunger – having done so, and worse, having promised to continue to do so we got bored and walked away. For shame. Ethiopia, Venezuela, Nigeria, Yemen. Places I’ve been.

I remember my first experience with hunger, real hunger. Working in North Kivu province of Congo during the great war. I was running 60 feeding centers (50 supplementary and 10 therapeutic). The therapeutic were by far the worst. In rundown old abandoned Belgian hospitals mostly. Dozens, sometimes more than 100 children, in beds under mosquito nets – you could hear a pin drop. Starving babies don’t cry. They sit there, swollen, staring – ‘why?’ the only question, though they don’t even know they are asking it. ‘Why?’ – a question for which there is no answer.

I read “Hunger” cover to cover on Thanksgiving. It was right to do so, this year. The story, Knut Hamsun’s masterpiece – for which he won the Nobel Prize in literature 100 years ago. Auto-biographical, a starving man in Oslo during the days when Europe went hungry; because how else could he have understood the humiliation of hunger and the struggle of a proud man against such wicked privation? Unless he had lived it? It reminded me of the most important thing on Thanksgiving – to be thankful. Not jealous and greedy, emotions that inspire whole political movements and lead to – wait for it – hunger. But thankful for our daily bread, the opportunity to have a warm place away from the elements, and a nice little meal on Thanksgiving.

For but by the grace of God, there go I.

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Sleepy Hollow

I went to Sleepy Hollow with my little boy this year. Washington Irving’s ancient home, nestled beside the great Hudson River where he wrote his legend two hundred years ago. We walked the ancient paths where once the old horse Gunpowder rode; through the old Dutch church where a panicked Ichabod directed his last ill-fated gallop; beside the trees and the river where the condemned English spy John Andre was apprehended.

We heard the story told; smelled the trees in fall and walked through the graveyard at midnight past names like Rockefeller and Carnegie to the family plot of the Irvings where lies the bones of America’s greatest writer. And we bought a copy of the story. A writer hopes to change the world with his words. Hopes to be read and reread until he becomes as much a part of the land as is the tree that grows above his grave. On this account Washington Irving could not have done better. “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” has become as much a part of the fabric of American consciousness as any story told. The fearful lanky schoolmaster; the lovely Katrina Van Tassel – Brom Bones, the culprit, or was he?

“Good writing conquers all” I have been told. And most novelists and writers have one masterpiece in them: everything else being just ok. Except modern writers like Stephen King or Dan Brown who churn out mediocrity at a startling rate thereby making their names. With his short story about the hollow where he lived and walked; about the village of Tarrytown which he loved so much and of the ancient legends that occupied that secluded knoll Washington Irving became immortal. And well deserved. I bought a copy of “The Legend” in the bookstore by Sunnyside, Irving’s ancestral home. It is more powerful when you can imagine the streams and the hills and the trees as he eloquently describes them. The glory of New York Hudson in its adolescence, full of promise and purpose. And during Halloween – because Irving’s legend has become entwined in our imaginations with the holiday itself, thereby guaranteeing itself an audience as long as children run from house to house with buckets full of sweets in the hopes of a fright.

On my tour of Sunnyside, the guide asked “Who here has read the legend” and out of the twenty people walking only I raised my hand. So my exhortation, read the story – don’t let Hollywood tell it for you, read the voice of Ichabod as told to us by Irving. Only then does the story truly live. And visit sleepy hollow – the town that is known for the story, and thus has guaranteed their livelihood for two centuries.

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Hunger Games

I read these stories to screen them for my son. I’d read the second one on a hiatus from war in West Africa, sitting at a buffet table in a massive resort in Marrakech, anonymous and unbothered. But that was then, and now my little boy is getting old enough to start to wrestle with the ideas of good and bad, right and wrong and the epic struggles to be free.

That is what Hunger Games series is about. It is not about nonsense of ‘social justice’ or the stupidity of gender confusion or the inanity of all the things that mark our modern world. Our own ‘Capitol’, for those who also have read the books. Because we are not from the Capitol, we are from the districts – those of us who have been called ‘back row’. Those of us who know that life is to be lived not in acquisition of a fleeting utopia to be found in the transient satisfaction of wickedness but instead in a life lived well: hard work, time with family, an olden book on a rainy night, a good night sleep after a long day. Doing what is right, and good and true – that which lasts the test of time when all the ephemeral ideas of now have crusted over and blown away. They were not deep, they could not last, they did not answer the rawness, are not soothed by balms oh-so facile.

I’m amazed that Suzanne Collins wrote these books the way she did. They should not have been as they are; they are not in step with the modern world and the Gramscian control thereof. Simply put, these are books that would have sold well in the Districts, but not the Capitol – and the Districts have no money for simple pleasures and no time to read anyways.

Yet here we have them – books like Tolkien and Lewis, books that will instill in my little boy the courage for the fight which awaits him. Not yet, that is my conclusion as I put the books in his little library. He is not yet of age, Hunger Games is a rough story. In a few years, when he is ready. And I hold onto the books, for I’m sure the Capitol will try and find a way to ban them. The causes Katniss fights for are not the right ones, after all – are they? Mustn’t speak too loudly of such things…

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His World Now

The future will be nothing like the past. The trick is, the future is now. That is one of the rules of life. We all know of somebody, a cancer patient or a diabetic in our midst who was fine, healthy, vibrant even – a routine checkup, perhaps a scratchy throat or a headache that won’t go away and BOOM, the diagnosis. Stage 4, and then they are gone. There’s something prophetic about that, things don’t move fast until they do. History slow rolls like a snowball until gravity takes over. There is no way to stop an idea whose time has come; there is no way to stop the future that has arrived.

There is no way to stop the arriving ordeal.

That’s what 2030 is about. Part of my ongoing effort to read, learn about, document and perhaps prepare for a future that will look nothing like the past. The comfortable past that was not the norm for very long – maybe 70 years – but that is several generations, enough to think it was eternal. Permanent. To be sure not for everybody. The Russians and the Congolese and the Cambodians did not partake of the Pax Americana. They were at the edges of empire, not inheritors of the bounty. It was not their Pax after all, so we shouldn’t feel too guilty.

Except that now our Pax is over. Not in a dramatic “The Vandals are sacking Rome” way, no only in the “the sewers are backed up, there is no chicken in the grocery store, my son is now learning about prejudice and pity and not math or science” way. The places at the fraying edges of empire hic sunt dracones are moving closer to the epicenter – no longer lost over the map in places with names dark and foreboding like Congo and Orinoco, closer now in names we recognize more. Chicago, Los Angeles. Tent cities; political deadlock; disappearing species.

Aging populations. Innovation and AI to try and push aside the humans – we really are a messy lot. I Robot, here we come. For the betterment of who? Robots are not sentient. Or are they? Robots cannot enjoy art, cuisine, landscape – or can they? Of course they cannot. Jobs are vanishing too; who needs them? A sharing economy – in Venezuela we call these street hawkers or more politely ‘informal economy’ – in the US they are called the “sharing economy”. That sounds nicer, doesn’t it? More socialist. More pleasant. More equitable. One car to go around, and pass the hemp.

The future will be nothing like the past. For my little boy. He doesn’t know what it was like, before the mayhem exacerbated by COVID and the coming anarchy.

It’s his world now

He still loves life, because we don’t tell him any different. But we are the minority. Not the protected minority. Not the cherished diverse. We are the only minority allowed to be despised and reviled. The faithful. The grateful. The responsible. That is who my son will be, after the ordeal has arrived. He might weather it well – better than most for sure. But his ordeal it is; and 2030 is a book about what that ordeal might look like.

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The Return of Entropy

The power takes longer to return after the storm. Grids built in antiquity and faithfully maintained for too long show their wear, new technologies now become ancient – we still burn dead dinosaurs for energy to power our cars that still roll down roads much as they did a century ago. Hollywood spends $120,000,000 on a movie about space but we have not returned to the moon in my lifetime – much less conquered the stars.

In foreign lands bearded barbarians walk wild-eyed through glistening shopping malls selling consumer products, looking for women to whip and music to burn while across town the greatest army in history mounts a panicky retreat – people we promised to protect hanging helplessly from wings of warbirds or crushed inside the landing gear while from over the horizon predator drones fire missiles at the innocent. Closer to home, trickles of humanity become rivers and turn to floods as a pandemic wipes away the pretense of modernity and good-governance revealing the nakedness of a world order that does not any longer provide pathways to a life more abundant or solve that age-old challenge of consent. Upon a whisper of amnesty or rumor of a sympathetic border guard they make the 5000 mile journey to be turned away again at their last hope of a better life.

I contemplate all this as I pick my way delicately through the tent city that has cropped up in the epicenter of empire, eyes downcast lest I enrage the irrational and giving wide berth to the beetle-man army surrounding a few sorry souls, the remnants of the deplorably left-behind.

Mine is not the generation defined by success. The days of Pax Americana are well nigh and over, quite truly and visibly. I came of age in the late ‘90s. Guns and Roses and Green Day – ‘Live and Let Die’ and ‘Holiday’. We were at the outer fringes, the last gasping whisps of order that were ending – though we didn’t know it. We had won the Cold War, there was really nothing left to achieve. Hadn’t Fukuyama and his deep state told us that it was all now just a matter of tightening the screws, occasionally changing the oil in the vehicle of utopian prosperity that we had built? Were’t we assured that Haiti, Democratic Republic of Congo, and Pakistan were one correctly observed election – one successfully administered judicial training program – one parliamentary strengthening cooperative agreement away from a nicely purring system in which everything would work out according to the will of the winners. AKA us!!

The millennium found me embarking on my own “end of history” career – but quickly because if I don’t hurry up there will be no need for my services!! Call it ‘development’ or ‘aid’ or ‘humanitarian’ or whatever you want – I was to be the point of the spear at the fringes of empire; hurry up to get in my hits before it all became boring and safe – administered by the World Bank and the technocratic governments trained in Harvard and doing a stint at KPMG making the requisite contacts before returning to apply the perfect package at home. Bretton Woods had made it all safe. America’s security blanket would assure that – and who cares if it’s a little stifling, isn’t that the price for comfort?

Twenty years, maybe twenty-five – that what we were given. “The Coming Anarchy” met “The Return of Marco Polo’s World” with the intermediate period one of vitriol and paralysis and the slow failure of order. Not in small ways either – but in the most epic, civilizational ways possible. The aging of our societies: Japan and China and Italy and Russia, and yes America and Brazil. For the first time planetary population is set to reduce, dramatically in the places that made it, and with the exception of Africa – the dark continent that cannot sustain one more soul set to quadruple. The wipeout of our natural environment, the ‘6th Great Extinction’ – while the only answer are low-density solutions to energy that freeze up in a storm and chop our great birds into mincemeat. We are even getting shorter – America’s life expectancy and height reduced by our diet, our addiction to fat and sugar. An explosion of dementia – 90% of Japanese set to suffer this disease, wasting away in old folks homes uncared for because of the lack of young workers in youth-less societies.

Wars we cannot win. Problems we cannot solve. Pandemics we cannot end. Politics – all of it as we have lost our common sense and our ability to understand the world around us and turn that wisdom into actionable solutions. Today its China – but they are fading away quicker than they realize, one-child policies and lower-middle class burden making children impossible while they export their excess production in a “Belt and Road” in an attempt to smooth over the surplus. Tomorrow it will be something else, my guess is Africa – tidal waves of human  flesh making the perilous way across the Sahara bombed by Italian fighter jets piloted by the geriatrics or Artificial Intelligence desperate to keep the newcomers away from the silent ghost-villages perched beside a castle which once hosted a noble in times when Europe too was great.

The world is changing – and we are not keeping up. Anyone who says different is selling something. Apropos of that, you should buy by latest novel “The Unraveling” – at least it’s a good read while you wait for the end.       

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The Good American

I’ve never met Bob Gersony. That probably doesn’t seem strange to you. But it is to me.

Gersony was a humanitarian, and “The Good American” is his story. It is not an epic story, despite the title. There was nothing epic about what Gersony did with his forty years. He did not achieve remarkable feats of policy – no peace deals; no Nobel Prizes; no nighttime marches of the unfortunate. No clandestine airfields at twilight or discoveries of mass graves. He did not spend fifteen years living in the Congolese camps or caring for those with severe mental deficiencies or running an orphanage of war-children. He is not Mother Theresa or Nelson Mandela.

Bob Gersony did assessments for USAID; and some for State. That’s what we call them, the trips around the world to talk to residents of a refugee camp in the Sudan or of the slums above Rio in Brazil. There are a lot of assessment-takers; consultants – a cottage industry living in Vienna Virginia or Bethesda Maryland.

I am not trying to denigrate Gersony, or Robert D. Kaplan’s book about him. On the contrary. Kaplan’s representation of Gersony made me think of a line in Joseph Conrad’s “Lord Jim”:

“Time had passed indeed: it had overtaken him and gone ahead. It had left him hopelessly behind with a few poor gifts: the iron-grey hair, the heavy fatigue of the tanned face, two scars, a pair of tarnished shoulder-straps; one of those steady, reliable men who are the raw material of great reputations, one of those uncounted lives that are buried without drums and trumpets under the foundations of monumental successes.”

As I said I never met Gersony, which is strange. We worked in many of the same places. The difference is the timing; Gersony from the 1970s to the early 2000s – while I started my career in 1999 till now. The sad thing is, as I said, the places are the same. Northern Uganda; Eastern Chad; Honduras; Nigeria; the Balkans. I’ve worked all these places. And I knew so many of the people that fill the pages of Kaplan’s book – but I knew them at the end. Andrew Natsios and Elliott Abrams – people who are the epic characters of the 1980s and 1990s – because that is when Gersony worked.

Now the book itself – as I’ve said before it was not an epic story. But I think that was Kaplan’s point. There are of course those tales – even just these days with the fall of Kabul a thousand new stories were written (and yet to be penned – I was involved in a few). Stories of violence and espionage and terrorism and explosions. Kaplan wanted instead to highlight the importance of the steady goodness of an ordinary man. This is Kaplan’s hidden message in a book which – unlike his other works – drips with contempt and exhaustion at America’s modern State Department and USAID, institutions which no longer serve the purpose which they did a generation ago staffed by people who no longer ‘get it’.

Gersony got it – and his tremendous value added was to take that common sense and help Washington’s elite to also understand. This, during the days when Washington listened – unlike the current crowd, who only lecture.

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The Future is American

The future will be nothing like the past. That is the contention of “The Great Reversal” by Charles Goodheart. Demographic decline and the drying up of the great surge of labor product of the urbanization in China and the freeing of the millions enslaved behind the iron curtain means the return of inflation, along with low growth rates in our economies and higher taxation to take care of our elderly.

The countries most in trouble are South Korea, Russia, Italy, Japan – and China. China is in deep, serious trouble. The bogeyman, the Chinese takeover of the world of which everybody is so afraid represents a lashing out as their model fails. Very specifically, demographic decline (China will go from 1.3 billion people down to 650 million in my lifetime) exacerbated by their disastrous one child policy which left hundreds of millions of men without wives; and no cushion product of immigration. Because who goes to China? The future of China looks like a scene from Grumpier Old Men. And Xi is not the cause, Xi is the inevitable disastrous result. Because throw into that mix an increasingly intolerant dictator who himself is getting old, and what you are set for is decline.

We just need to hold on.

And that is the contention of “The Accidental Superpower”. This excellent book, written before the great pandemic (which only accelerated all the trends that were going sideways anyways) highlights why America, with its privileged geography, is able to weather most geopolitical storms better than most. We are isolated and self-sustaining – in fact these days we are even an exporter of oil and LNG etc. We are here protected by two vast seas. It is the contention that Robert Kaplan makes in all his books – geography matters. No other region of the world is privileged with what America has without even considering it.

But more than that, ideas matter too. The ‘first peoples’ had the continent for 10,000 years before the Europeans showed up, and didn’t turn it into a superpower. Oh, don’t get bent out of shape, its just the truth. The special package of ideas bequeathed to us by Locke and Jefferson and Adam Smith and Madison; the European spirit of faith and freedom set loose on a quite literally limitless land produced America as we know her. But more than that – and this is important going into the future. We are also an immigrant country. This is unpopular politically when labor unions have collapsed and their protectionist clientele have found safe-haven in populist politics. But it is why we will make it and China will fail. Our own nativists are getting old and grumpy – but because we are a land where hard work is rewarded, rule of law is respected and people can plan and build we will always attract the best and the brightest looking for a chance to succeed. United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the United Kingdom. These are the countries of the 21st century – at the expense of everybody else.

That is what “The Accidental Superpower” is about. Part of my series of “what comes next”; I’m now going on to 2030, stay tuned!

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A Wrinkle in Time

It wasn’t so long ago that publishers were willing to invest in tremendous works of literature for young minds that marry the great truths of our world with the faith that makes them work. The laws of gravity and entropy, the low entropy of the past, the fact that time is not a constant, and neither is space as seen at a quantum level, all of this ratifying the world not only as mysterious but orderly and tremendously exciting. Because that is how the world was created by our creator. How, when, using what tools? Was the earth a rocky planet that attracted water? Was it first a ball of water, only adding land later? Why does time get slower the closer to a large source of gravity – and what does that mean for a black hole? Or, better yet, for time travel? Why does the arrow of time work the way it does, when it need not? At the quantum level there is no difference between moving forward and moving backward?

And how do we discover these things? We send our young men to MIT and then to DARPA. How do we get there? We read our little boys “A Wrinkle in Time”. Not the woke Oprah movie; the real book about the fight against evil and the discovery of tessering and how special Charles Wallace is – and how faithful his mother is to his father and they both are to God.

“Awwww, read me another page,” he says to me, though it is already late. “OK, just one more.” – I’ve been reading books to my little boy every night for his entire life. We’ve gone through Tolkien and Lewis and Potter (Beatrix not Harry); we started of course with Seuss. We’re now going through the L’Engle – because now his little malleable mind is just starting to push into abstract thought, and that must be encouraged.

I’m so glad this book was written. I’m glad it was published; and I’m glad the diversity warriors haven’t banned it (yet) to be replaced of course by some Maoist nonsense that better fits their agenda. Because God and science – right and wrong – truth and consequences? Well, isn’t that all so ‘yesterday’? And I fear for the great writers of today trying to get their tremendous civilizational stories through the censors – my guess is they will be no more lucky than I have been. And that is sad for our children. But for now, we read “Wrinkle in Time” as timeless and unchanging as we hope that the pendulum will swing back and the next generation will again seek truth.

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