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November 11, 2009

Viator's Review: OTSRCSU Chapter 5

Bitterly Books is undertaking a chapter-by-chapter review of Ralph Nader's work, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us. For the complete coverage of Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us, click here.

You can read past chapter synopses here. Past reviews can be read here, and Viator's columns can be read here.

Ok, I’ve honestly tried to put a religious-hermeneutic gloss on this chapter and I can’t. I’m going to discuss this chapter as 1) a political consultant and 2) an honestly sympathetic reviewer.

Let’s set aside the improbable Wal-Mart meeting or the dullard Sun God festival or even the frankly routine rally of lunatics at the White House. I want to talk about one eye-opening passage:

Bill Hillsman. The maverick. With a touch of mad genius. The one who wants 2.5 million campaigns. Him.

Bill Hillsman? Bill motherfucking look at me I filmed Jesse Ventura naked Hillsman?

Really, Nader? Your number one hero blows off two professors and another two hapless organizers for an ad man.

This is how idealists take over the world. With "mad genius" ads.

There are two things going on here. One is more of a curiosity. It’s the ultimate extension of cognitive dissonance to say that the two party system/corporate interests/Walton family keeps winning because they are better at spin. And moreover spin matters because facts don’t matter. As Ted Turner noted, “the best way to confront lies was not with the truth.” (51) Karl Rove is a genius, and the one thing we need to do is pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. It’s a trick, nay, magic. Once we have that we can finally put everything right.

That may sound insane and megalomaniacal. It’s also incredibly sad, because Nader lays out plainly its end result: falling for snake oil salesmen. Bill Hillsman, you see, is not only real but is probably the only character with verbatim quotes taken from real life. Just look at his sales pitch:

“All I do is win trophies from my peer group of much wealthier East and West Coast political consultants and advertisers, who hate my guts for what I keep saying about them, that they’re dull and unimaginative. Why do I win these trophies? Because my ads are designed to be so eye-opening or controversial that they produce reams of free news coverage, which tremendously multiplies the number of eyeballs that see them. It gets people talking, and word spreads along the grapevine. Result? My candidates, often unknown and not all that well-funded, either win or do much better than expected.” (163)

2006? More like 2000. I can just see Nader’s eyes lighting up, hanging on every word Hillsman fed him, thumping his chest and bragging about his endless string of pollies. (The annual reward by the American Association of Political Consultants, a group that exists literally so Democratic consultants can tell each other how smart they are.)

Nader assures us Buffett isn’t going to buy the Brooklyn Bridge, though, as he says, “This guy seems too good to be true. We have to find out if he isn’t.” (165) We know how the background checks will turn out, though: Hillsman keeps his real name, which is a privilege reserved for the good guys in this book. But more importantly, that’s what happens when you start thinking the process is magic: you get rolled by guys like Bill Hillsman.

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November 4, 2009

Viator's Review: OTSRCSU Chapter 4

Bitterly Books is undertaking a chapter-by-chapter review of Ralph Nader's work, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us. You can read past chapter synopses here. Past reviews can be read here, and Viator's columns can be read here.

For the complete coverage of
Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us, click here.

Is Naderocalypse a satire?

We now have an answer to said question, courtesy of chapter four.

Its biggest event is Warren Beatty’s announcement of his campaign against the “calculating cyborg” who is outwardly “Mr. Universe.” In a spirit of fairness before he throws down, Beatty confronts the Austrian movie star over what appears to be the single issue of his potential campaign: raising taxes. He notes the hapless Austrian’s pronunciation of “Caddyfawnyuns.” He engages, as Bitterly noted, in generally hamfisted and outright stupid dialogue.

But what of the Governator? Why is he so darned stubborn, inviting the wrath of Warren Buffet/t and his constituents? Why indeed: "I really dislike taxes philosophically- I meant what I said on the campaign trail. You wouldn’t want me to break my word, would you?” (125)

As passages go, this one is actually pretty moving. Arnold loves his wife, he wants to keep his word, and good lord he meant what he said to get elected. Would that all our politicians were so scummy. So really, why does Warren respond with weasely equivocation and cutesy play-banter, and yet he’s the hero here?

Warren Buffet/t, chapter one: “[The world’s] inhabitants have allowed greed, power, ignorance, wealth, science, technology, and religion to depreciate reality and deny potential.” (15)

Max Palevsky, chapter two: “Insurance companies talked about risk management as if it meant the best way for their computers to get the most profit out of existing risks.” (47)

Warren Buffet/t, chapter three: Sun Microsystems Co-founder Bill Joy is “the antidote to these techno-twits who are imperiling us with their contempt for the ethical and legal framework necessary to contain future Frankensteins.” (78)

Ralph Nader, chapter four: “Arnold personally flung open the door. Outwardly he was Mr. Universe, inwardly he was a calculating cyborg.” (125)

Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger is a cyborg. Literally.

This is the point where I was going to include the results of the embarrassing amount of time I spent adding up whether Warren Beatty’s proposed tax hike would fix California’s 2006 budget deficit as Nader claimed, sketching out math demonstrating that he actually believes life in the United States is equivalent to that in Equatorial Guinea. The joke is indeed on me, and Naderocalypse is the mirror. I was calculating with cold, impersonal numbers, trapped in a system that has indeed depreciated reality.

Arnold does not understand why refusing to flip-flop, raise taxes and even love his wife is villainous, because he is programmed that way. And we laugh along at Nader, because that’s how poisonous capitalism is: we calculate instead of acknowledging truths.

And there you have it. The question of whether Naderocalypse is a satire asked the wrong question. It is an allegory.

...but enough about that. Let’s find out what the gods have been up to.

Price-Epimetheus opens with his typical display of incompetence: he proposes telling the Wal-Mart board of directors what they're going to do in advance, along with a strangely dactyllic verse boasting of their strength (with a total budget of $15 billion) and Wal-Mart's feebleness (with assets of $160 billion). He follows up this astonishingly short-sighted threat with a call to Leighton (LEE-ton) Clott, CEO. Later we learn that his entire strategy to take on his corrupt offspring is an elaborate plot to inform Wal-Mart executives of everything he is doing. No wonder Price is a failure at safe-sex practices.

The public relations aspect of the battle confirms an ongoing strain of xenophobia: his cadre of anti-Wal-Mart billionaires are incensed by a “recent memo” from the retail giant to suppliers that “required them to meet the China price either by reducing costs (i.e., cutting wages and benefits) or by actually moving to China.” (131) It is notable that Warren Beatty shares this extreme nativism when he demands that the California Assembly stop “the indenturing of California to New York City’s giant bond creditors.” (125-126) (“O Enlil! What has my city done to you? Why have you turned away from it? The ship of first fruits no longer brings first fruits to the engendering father, no longer goes in to Enlil in Nippur with your bread and food portions!” -Lament for Ur)

Turner-Loki sneakily proposes a return to old-time religion to stick it to the suits, claiming that "not a single religion had approved of such a perverse channeling of peoples lives." (113)

Diller-Marduk indeed closes the chapter ominously. He also enumerates his conquered empire, his but for the niggling matter of the maturing of the leveraging bonds: "twenty-five television stations, two cable channels, thirty AM radio stations, ten FM radio stations, one satellite radio station, and links to associated websites." (138) His army assembled, the god begins to assemble his generals, the "on-air talent and off-air investigative experts."

Back in his lair, Soros-Thoth reviews seven reports on various bits of the economy. (“Then I saw in the right hand of him who sat on the throne a scroll with writing on both sides and sealed with seven seals. And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming in a loud voice, ‘Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?’ But no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth could open the scroll or even look inside it.” -Revelation 5:1-3) Each report’s “breaking” is powerful, causing him to get “angrier by the hour.” The review has a certain poetry. unfortunately broken up by Nader’s prose: Soros’ mouth goes "dry with astonishment" (food), he is "taken aback" (financial services), he “really wanted to take a shower” (taxes), and he feels "a pang of self-reproach" (elections). Worst of all, Soros discovers that tax loopholes he has been using, his divine prerogative, are being stolen by “the wealthy to shirk their taxpaying responsibilities.” (119) If we go off the biblical inspiration for this passage we note that 144,000 are saved from Soros’ wrath. So far Nader notes that the number is actually 2,000 x 435, or 870,000. We await the reconciliation of this eschatology.

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October 27, 2009

Viator's Review: OTSRCSU Chapter 3

Bitterly Books is undertaking a chapter-by-chapter review of Ralph Nader's work, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us. You can read past chapter synopses here. Past reviews can be read here, and Viator's columns can be read here.

For the complete coverage of
Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us, click here.

Chapter 3 ups the apocalyptic tension right off the bat, with demands from the Cosby/Newman Judeo-Christian clique to "resurrect dead money," which is "like a stagnant pool breeding mosquitoes." (66) (“They will throw their silver into the streets, and their gold will be an unclean thing. Their silver and gold will not be able to save them in the day of the LORD's wrath. They will not satisfy their hunger or fill their stomachs with it, for it has made them stumble into sin.” -Ezekiel 7:19) Talk is broached of bringing in a war god- "Should we consider bringing a military man into our deliberations?" asks Perot. Buffett-Zeus replies "Someone like Anthony Zinni would be perfect." (67-68). Buffett, unsatisfied with the group's reported progress, Redirects everyone's timai into the aforementioned new list. Appropriately, the new priorities revolve around increasing the worship of billionaires: they will tear down the government, so the people have nowhere else to turn; they will found numerous cults to their benevolent (or malevolent) power; and they will of course care for those subjects who heed their intonations.

Soros-Thoth seizes the initiative in this regard, building a massive temple in the nation's capitol to his new cult, the CUB. He prudently selects a hotel with sleeping and bathing facilities for his loyal acolytes, and requires a modest sacrifice of $50 a year from worshipers. (Note: while I am nothing but impressed with Soros' efforts so far, I will be carefully watching for signs that he may in fact be L. Ron Hubbard)

This temple will accompany the labors of Rapoport-Osiris, who has apparently been Redirected from his interest in young schoolchildren by Newman’s Christian appeals. Instead, he sets to populating this newly-founded cult, hiring “two hundred full-time organizers” to send “to each congressional district...to find two thousand voters in each congressional district serious about establishing a Congress Watchdog Group.” (82) (“Whatever town or village you enter, search for some worthy person there and stay at his house until you leave. As you enter the home, give it your greeting. If the home is deserving, let your peace rest on it; if it is not, let your peace return to you. If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, shake the dust off your feet when you leave that home or town. I tell you the truth, it will be more bearable for Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that town. I am sending you out like sheep among wolves.” -Matthew 10:11-16)

Rapoport also establishes a $2 billion fund, to “be administered by twelve trustees in a fair-market value “no-strings” bribe for “each incumbent.” (84) The plan is shrewd: what better way to topple the government than to lure it into prosecuting itself en masse? The plan dovetails nicely with the efforts of Gates-Caesar and Jamail-Themis to goad the nation into suing itself into oblivion. Rounding out this subversive plot is Buffett, who recruits youths to infiltrate Capitol Hill and summons elders who have retired from Congress, presumably as lieutenants in the infiltration scheme.

Diller-Marduk continues his terrifying seizure of the nation’s entire telecommunications infrastructure, “through the magic of leveraged buyouts. He had a law firm that spit them out like extruded plastic,” (84) a clear reference Marduk’s preparation to defeat Tiamat, in which “in his lips he holds a spell.” So also Diller prepares for “the big boys, with their Madison Avenue skillsters and their endless treasuries.” (85) Small wonder Nader calls him a “bone crushing, mercurial boss.” (84)

Yet even Diller succumbs to the trickster wiles of Turner-Loki, who goads Diller into calling Warren Beatty, our first Hero of the story. Diller informs Beatty that he has a “script” for him, “but not the kind of script you mean.” (“Marduk took the tablets of destiny from Kingu and placed them on his own chest to proclaim his power over the gods”, yet Turner can still talk him out of them) The platform they propose to Beatty is equally sneaky: a hostile takeover of the entire state of California by billionaires. (“You are going to donate what the tax cut awarded you to the public treasury, and you want them to do the same as part of the reverse revolt of the rich.") (86)

I should note that I read about Beatty’s entrance onto the campaign trail with interest, hoping for a retelling of Brutus. Alas, Warren Beatty is entirely realistic. Turner follows up with another massive practical joke, the aforementioned “Aztec-type festivals devoted to the Sun God. Without the human sacrifice, of course.” (98) Price-Epimethues takes issues with this last bit, saying he has “a few candidates in mind” for nextlaualli. His chronic lethargy may well be due to insufficient exsanguination.

A half-joking hunger for human blood and internal organs is not the only way Price continues to underwhelm and disappoint. We also learn that Price accidentally created evil with his zipper problem. In chapter one he was “once called the father of the retail model later imitated by Sam’s Club, prompting him to reply, ‘I wish I’d worn a condom’.” (17) Now we learn that Wal-Mart is the ultimate evil, Dortwist merely being a lieutenant or herald. Small wonder the group jumps without segue or transition from a debate over the conflict between federal power and grassroots activism to declaring that Wal-Mart delendum est. Wal-Mart creates conflict, as lord of the material world and everyday low prices. Once again Price lives up to his ignominious heritage, having forgotten to do anything pleasant for mankind and bringing Pandora to the world.

Ono-Uzume continues her dream-state prognostication-persuasion. Her very movement from place to place is surreal: she is “unusually quiet during the conference call” after which she “headed straight for the airport”- but it is unknown where this happens, a notable departure from Nader’s meticulous catalogue of which airport each god-mogul uses. Rather, Ono is summoned by the conference call, and appears when agitated at human ports. In this chapter Ono discovers that words are power, solving a debate over what the new “jolt” should be by simply saying “hemp.” (96) Her discovery leads her to abandon her previously successful graphic artistry, declaring that “the word ‘posterity’ isn’t used anymore as it was...by our eighteenth century forebears” and that the “subtlety of modern art is of little use here.” (99-100)

As we close this chapter, it bears reflection on Nader’s specific actions around this book, for example dedicating it to the god-moguls within and contacting the god-moguls’ real-life personalities to tell them about it. It is clear that Diviciacus-Nader has written a blueprint for billionaires to attract (and compel) worship by the inhabitants of the largest economy in the world. Sensing that this will be our salvation, he has set to attracting the gods to his plan, with flattery and promises of delicious sacrifice. We await the coming chapter-prophecies with fascination and trepidation.

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October 21, 2009

Viator's Review: OTSRCSU Chapter 2

Bitterly Books is undertaking a chapter-by-chapter review of Ralph Nader's work, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us. You can read past chapter synopses here. Past reviews can be read here, and Viator's columns can be read here.

For the complete coverage of
Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us, click here.

We left off at the distribution of timai, or prerogatives, among our seventeen god-moguls. Chapter 2 gives us a demonstration of their far-reaching power, as we see how each reaches into our very souls with their assigned powers. The sense of word-made-power is immediately evident in the surreal imposition of Warren Buffett's required secrecy. Warren Buffett commands that they remain secret, and they remain secret, no matter how much bull feces Ted Turner hurls.

Similarly, "Stay Tuned" is a divine intonation, a focal point for the apocalypse or "unveiling" of Nader's wisdom. The very birds of the wilderness cry out for it (and small wonder capitalism perverts this into a massive demand for tropical birds).

With that in mind, here are the major players so far with their closest mythological analogues:

Warren Buffett (Zeus): Any polytheistic world needs a head cheese, and so we see Warren. He is more of a big picture guy, assembling “the all-important brain trust that would respond with alacrity in specialized fields.” He is also an accomplished bureaucrat, “refining the operations of the Secretariat and orchestrating the weekly closed-circuit TV conferences.” (59) Surveying what his plans have wrought, he “popped open a celebratory can of Cherry Coke.”

Ted Turner (Loki): Ever the trickster, Turner teaches mankind with comedy and absurdity (a new hat tip from Nader to real life). He insists the group represent themselves with a bird, eventually the scarlet macaw “Patriotic Polly” that is used. (42) He responds to baffled reporters asking him why he is acting (more) crazed with the agreed intonation, "Stay tuned." Turner possesses an impish view of public relations, believing that “the best way to confront lies was not with the truth...lies were best confronted with marching feet or easily understood symbols.” (51) In this case, the symbol is him throwing the aforementioned manure all over television screens while reporters are “nibbling on their canapés,” an effective if somewhat unappetizing attention grabber.

Ross Perot (Dionysus): Similar to Turner only fairly drunk as well, Perot spends the second chapter reprising his 1992 presidential campaign word for word, purchasing vast swathes of prime time to rave that federal budget deficits are “taxing babies” and demand “we’d better bring our boys home pronto” from Iraq. (49) Frankly if there’s any criticism I have of this chapter, it’s that we don’t get enough of Perot’s fun tantrums.

Paul Newman (Jesus): Newman is a reserved sort and isn’t in it for the glory. He holds up his end of the dual telethon (by “telethon” Nader means “Paul Newman and Bill Cosby ad lib for three hours about the Pledge of Allegiance,” something I would pay a disgusting amount of money to see), but otherwise is the picture of Christian humility. His contribution to the telethon takes the form of modern-day parables, or “his own collection of independently produced films and documentaries.” (43) Also, Newman is back from the dead to appear in the book.

Bill Cosby (Yahweh): Cosby is a fascinating character inasmuch as he represents Nader’s killjoy-ness, but in no way that of the actual Bill Cosby, a difficult feat to manage. His portion of the joint telethon he runs with Newman is dedicated to lectures about bad television, “devoted to demonstrating how the media uses public property- the airwaves- to foster complacency, serve power, sell junk, and trivialize or distort or cover up the news.” (43) (“Ah, sinful nation, a people loaded with guilt, a brood of evildoers, children given to corruption! They have forsaken the LORD!” -Isaiah 1:4)

Barry Diller (Marduk): Diller appears in exactly one clause of one sentence for chapter two, describing the telethon as “a live three-hour event carried by all the major networks thanks to the behind-the-scenes exertions of Barry Diller.” (43) I want you to consider for a moment how immensely, terrifyingly powerful someone must be to walk into a room and convince three broadcast networks to cough up three hours of prime time for Bill Cosby and Paul Newman to show Newman’s home movies and say whatever the hell came into their heads. Yeah.

Yoko Ono (Uzume): Shinto deities are as rule a bit flaky; it’s unclear whether most of them are even self-aware. Uzume, the Great Persuader and Heavenly Alarming Female, is particularly appropriate for Ono. Just as Uzume managed improbably to restore sunlight to the world by dancing naked on an overturned bathtub, Ono captivates millions by doodling on scratch paper. She draws a "Seventh Generation Eye," a symbol so awe-inspiring Nader spares our lesser minds from an illustration. He describes it only as “a simple, elegant line drawing of an eye that seemed to be looking far into the future. Under the eye were seven human figures, each extending a hand to the next, and beside it was a name: Yoko Ono.” (41) The Eye is particularly popular with Vietnam veterans, who we learn have secretly adored Ono's pacifism for decades. She calls her proclamations “a somersault of the mind.” (44) Along with this symbolic illumination Ono restores light to the world in a physical sense. She sends out 20 million emails (“all from lists properly rented”; Nader is no spammer) (45) to offer to give out free CFL light bulbs.

Peter Lewis (Lucifer): The original incarnation of Lucifer, as best scholars can tell, was drawn from the introduction of Babylonian secret agents to catch Jewish subversives: an angel working (honestly) for Yahweh to tempt and test the faithful. So also with Lewis. His campaign to effectively end all forms of insurance for large swathes of the population is a marvelous exercise in demonic temptation, as is his giddy realization that "He had an easy time with the reporters, who knew little about the subject, and the insurance executives were afraid to debate him." (48)

George Soros (Thoth): Soros is a timeless fellow. His immense wisdom and foresight have come at the price of ennui. He is bored by the first Maui conference, as it is “difficult for him to envision what he could do post-Maui that he hadn’t done pre-Maui.” (57) Nevertheless he contributes in the purest display of wisdom possible: “He would challenge the editorial page editor of the Wall Street Journal to a debate.” (58) Said debate, “besieged by every media outlet from The Onion to Vanity Fair,” is a raging success. The editor quits in shame the following month, as Soros demonstrates how [corporate triad] have crushed [democracy triad]. He also “argued convincingly that the world’s hopes and dreams, and even its continued existence, were at stake in the global collision between democracy and myopic corporatism.” (59) And asked for an encore, Soros of course replied, “Stay tuned.”

Max Palvesky (Cthulu): I have to be honest: I’m not sure at all about Palvesky. His goals are inscrutable and his methods dubious. In the two-day social experiment Bitterly describes he lures thousands of people into an auditorium either for the purposes of either enticing people into a bizarre show with “free fruit, soft drinks and snacks,” or enticing people to eat his snacks and drink his soft drinks with the bizarre sideshow. Palvesky subsequently reports (via a full-page ad in the L.A. Times) that everyone was baffled by the first days' presentation and insulted by the second (during which an old man shouts racist nonsense with a megaphone, leading to the place clearing out in minutes). He is perplexingly satisfied by overwhelming public opinion that he is a massive dickhead. If anyone is going to betray our more noble god-titans my eye is on Palvesky to do it.

Sol Price (Epimetheus): As a god Price is pretty useless. After Maui he sleeps for a while. Then he takes out an full-page op-ed ads in [newspaper BFL]. The theme of the ads is a jarring mash of Ozymandias and the Hollow Men: “O Rich and Powerful, arise, you have nothing to lose but [triad]! Let’s go to the heights and exit not with a whimper, wallowing in [tacky rich triad], but with a bang!” (49) Price apparently didn’t get the memo that full-page newspaper ads are for proclaiming the divine deeds one has already accomplished, not an end in themselves. He isn’t even on the same page about saying “stay tuned,” opting instead to say “I’ll be back for you. Get ready,” which sounds like a weird yet toothless threat. (49)

Phil Donahue (Baldur): At least Donahue managed to write something, though this doesn’t put him too far ahead of Price. On the flight back he writes a New York Times op-ed in which he “pointed squarely to commercial interests that said no to the well-being of people.” The reaction to such a mediocre effort doesn’t even seem to impress Nader, who writes, “about 85 percent reacted as if they’d just overcome a long period of constipation.” (44) On closer scrutiny this may refer to Donahue’s litany of sexual perversions; in addition to defecation in his office we learn that “Lots of people were willing to jump out of the cake for him.” I have no idea what that means, but still hold Donahue candyass enough to be killed by a festive holiday plant.

Jeno Paulucci (Plutus): Paulucci takes up a cause near to my own heart: setting up a Chamber of Commerce that isn’t run by total dickbags. The fact that it is called the “People’s Chamber of Commerce” and its charter is something “a business ethics friend of his had written back in 1978” (46) is alarming, as is his insistence that it follow “a chaordic organizational structure...a blend of ‘chaos’ and order’.” (47) Paulucci is also a Republican, a prudent nod to bipartisanship.

Leonard Riggio (Rick Santelli): There’s no delicate way to say this: Riggio stages tea parties on Wall Street: “Contacting neighborhood groups and labor leaders he knew, he quickly put together a rally of 25,000 people of little means in front of the New York Stock Exchange. They carried placards bearing slogans like ‘The Poor Will Be Heard From- From Now On’…Leonard marshaled some great speakers whom no one had heard of…Leonard supplied sandwiches for lunch and gave out posters, placards and bumper stickers to the crowd to help spread the word. Exactly what ‘the word’ was he didn’t say.” (50) I’m not one to doubt Buffett’s background checks but that sounds like an Americans for Prosperity strategy memo.

Joe Jamail (Themis): Jamail puts his lawyering skills and $15 million of his money into filing small claims lawsuits for free. He seems to be a bit of a tightwad as well: as of 2006 there were approximately 5 million small claims torts filed in the U.S. Jamail’s legal society would be funding $3 per case to handle such a caseload. (52)

Bernard Rapoport (Osiris): Keenly sensing that the route to long-term change is the re-education of small children, Rapoport “placed ads on select cable channels saying that he would establish after-school Egalitarian Clubs to teach children civic skills and democratic values like equality of opportunity and the importance of a decent standard of living.” He also “said that the big corporations were on an omnicidal track in the world- destroying our democracy and the environment.” (45-46) We shall have to see if he actually manages to establish any of these industrious and possibly Amber Alert-worthy Clubs.

William Gates, Sr (Julius Caesar): The elder Gates is truly a patrician of the people, as he “offered to pay for the Delaware incorporation of anyone who applied over the following twenty-one days,” reasoning that since corporations have all the rights of individuals the inverse should apply for individuals themselves. He also “announced that he was forming a committee to run five corporations for federal and state elective office in the next couple of years” because “corporations were legally deemed to be ‘persons’.” (53) It is worth noting that of all of the assembled deities, so far only Gates is taking direct and proactive steps to influence the government, assuming he wins his elections.

Brovar Dortwist (Demiurge): Finally we have the first and foremost villain, a literary version of conservative firebrand and erstwhile Jack Abramoff pal Grover Norquist. Dortwist is a bad dude, for two reasons: he is “a conservative lobbyist- or rather, the conservative lobbyist,” and he is in bed with Arabs (literally, as the passage about his wife and...pastry, let's agree, indicate). He has an army of “more than a hundred of the most aggressive, no-holds-barred lobbyists and greasers” as he “bark[s] the craven missions of the week.” (63) (His evil powers include particularly terrible puns) It speaks to his dark powers that he does not seem to be bound by Buffett’s proclamation of secrecy.

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October 13, 2009

Viator's Review: OTSRCSU Chapter 1

Bitterly Books is undertaking a chapter-by-chapter review of Ralph Nader's work, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us. You can read past chapter synopses here. Past reviews can be read here, and Viator's columns can be read here.

For the complete coverage of
Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us, click here.

If we subscribe to the theory that the political spectrum is a circle, and traveling along one extreme will eventually lead to the other, then the giddy razor edge between farthest left and right is where the super-rich seventeen, the philosopher kings, the Reichmensch, assemble in chapter one. To be sure, they reprise many of Nader's favorite stump lines- employee ownership, a living wage, climate change, even corporate media ownership. The group even uses leftist nomenclature, calling itself the Secretariat internally (and secretly), and Redirections externally. As a point of style, Nader seems to enjoy needling the corporate suits, obsessively using brand names without the appropriate trademark (Buffett never “sips his drink” or “checks the time”; he “sips his Cherry Coke” and “checks his Timex.”)

Yet this Secretariat is also a beast new to most if not all Naderologists. Sol Price proposes to create a “sub-economy that builds markets and employs solutions kept on the shelf by vested interests,” (25) a concept sure to unnerve anyone remotely familiar with the recent housing market. Peter Lewis elaborates to recommend expanding “the insurance function to help redirect markets,” a “concept we can use in terms of aggregating assets and identifying new approaches.” Presumably this “function” is a credit default swap only with climate change. Barry Diller complains of corporate ownership of the airwaves, congratulating himself for writing “an op-ed for the [New York] Times urging the FCC and Congress to make telecommunications policy as if the people owned the airwaves- which they do.” (21) Seven pages later he announces he will assist Redirection by simply purchasing all of television and radio.

The key to understanding this perplexing combination is to know just how divine the Seventeen are. They not only possess immense wealth and Nader's keen insight in economics, they also possess an ineffable wisdom that escapes us mere mortals (or worse, middle class). Tools the hoi polloi use to run roughshod over ourselves and destroy the global economy are their prescription for our salvation. With such religious overtones it is no surprise Nader writes himself into all of the characters, with the notable inclusion of Bill Cosby (“Whether we’re talking about peace or arms control or my tormented ancestral home of Africa...Think global, revolutionize local”) (18) and exception of Ross Perot (“I cotton to the idea of speed too.”) (21) They are the sixteen faces of Nader's wisdom, each with a different perspective on what ails the world. Perot's (relatively) believable dialogue may be attributed to the kinship Nader feels with him as a fellow and oft-derided third party presidential candidate.

And atop this modern-day Olympus, on a metaphorical or possibly literal throne of cash money sits Warren Buffett. He boldly defines the world's problem as the seven deadly sins for the 21st century, which are conveniently almost every concept associated with modernity: “[The world’s] inhabitants have allowed greed, power, ignorance, wealth, science, technology, and religion to depreciate reality and deny potential.” (15) Buffett also demonstrates immense metaphysical power (not to mention one of the aforementioned BFLs) when he discloses his staff has conducted “exhaustive background investigations” on “temperament, ego control, knowledge, experience, determination, willingness to risk, circles of influence, degree of independence from curtailing loyalties and obligations, capacity to take heat, backlash, ostracism and rejection, absorptive capacity for new directions and subjects outside your range of understanding, track record in keeping confidences, and above all, moral courage.” (23-24) (It is unclear, so far, whether he selected his colleagues because they have been ostracized and rejected, or because they do the ostracizing, or what.) He even manages to convince Sol Price to shut up with the simple fact that Berkshire Hathaway's stock has risen 2,000 percent over 23 years. (24)

Alas, the Reichmensch do not dwell on their sublime understanding of solutions, possibly because the mere five and six figure incomes can only understand so much, more probably because Nader doesn't want to give Goldman Sachs ideas. When not consuming indeterminate fruit platters, sleeping and/or staring at each other silently, they discuss how to convince a skeptical and uninformed people to obey them. Ted Turner energetically declares a mascot is needed, proposing a hawk (he is dissuaded on grounds that this would offend anti-war types; we must stay tuned for the alternative). Jeno Paulucci proposes that their words alone are sufficient, reminding us that “when the super-rich emphasize fairness, people stop what they’re doing and listen." (21)

The closing reminds us of what unchartered waters we have entered. Buffett closes the meeting with assigned tasks, pledges to secrecy and “an early alert system to pick up signs of a counteroffensive,” a fitting tribute to the ideological plots of the early twentieth century. Yet his closing toast reminds us of another ideology of a slightly later time: “To our own evolution and to our posterity’s future on our beloved and only planet Earth as we reach for the stars.” (36)

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October 7, 2009

Viator's Review: OTSRCSU Prologue

This is Viator's take on the prologue of Ralph Nader's work, Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us. You can read the prologue synopsis here, and the Bitterly Indifferent review of the prologue here. Check back on Friday for a synopsis of Chapter 1!

We open with a view of the title page, visible in the first post. My first question was who in god's name was the African-American fellow with the mysterious smile behind Yoko Ono. Taking an informal poll I got three suggestions: O.J. Simpson, Tiger Woods, and Bill Cosby's Jewish half-brother. Nader provides the answer with a helpful list of "Dramatis Personae" in the prologue: Bill Cosby.

The dramatis personae is an interesting artifact by itself. First of all, there are seventeen, a refreshingly prime and possibly eschatological number. Second, it is limited to the captains of industry who are the heroes of this story. The villains, and there are many, simply do not matter. There will be no recap of the right wing's petty dualism and polarization here. There is only ignorance, the greatest evil, and Warren Buffett.

One thing is clear from the brief (pp. 11-13) but powerful prologue: the super-rich are gods. Literally. We know that Katrina is a big deal not because of the massive body count, or flooding, or any of the hype. The tipping point is simple: Warren Buffett misses a day of work because of it. And not only that, he hastens in his modern-day chariot to the scene, striding through one scene of misery after another feeding the hungry and feeding the sick (it should also be noted that Nader displays some classic liberal indecision here, unsure if New Orleans is "a scene from Goya or Hieronymus Bosch" {2}). It is a clever retelling of the parable of loaves and fishes, the harrowing of Hell and Paul's road to Damascus (as previously noted, Nader is a huge fan of rhetorical triads).

And to tie off this introduction, Buffett discovers "exactly what he had to do"...behind the "tall shrubbery" at his house.

Jesus, Paul and Moses. Old Testament meets New meets Warren Buffett. The gods walk among us, and they are super rich.

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