Many years ago, I was walking down Market Street noticing a great many people mumbling to themselves. At first it seemed like some kind of epidemic of schizophrenia. Eventually, it became clearer. They were talking into these new fangled things. Their cell phones. They werent’t actually on Market Street. They were elsewhere.
Many years ago, I was walking down Market Street noticing a great many people mumbling to themselves. At first it seemed like some kind of epidemic of schizophrenia. Eventually, it became clearer. They were talking into these new fangled things. Their cell phones. They werent’t actually on Market Street. They were elsewhere.
That’s the real story: there’s no here here anymore. Everyone’s elsewhere with concerned with their remote affinity groups. And there’s one affinity group, above all that hangs together now that capital flows frictionesssly across borders, while labor can’t.
Trump First who desires membership in the Dictators Club is the most visible of these. But ask yourself, what’s the main affinity group of the Theils, Sacks and Musks?
Their group is not America, and you can be reasonably sure their affinity groups doesn’t include you. At the height of the Great Recession, Sacks threw a million dollar 40th birthday party for himself. Guests were told to keep it secret (Snopp Dog, one of the guests, blew the cover by posting some pics of the costume party. Its theme: Let us eat cake, with Sacks dressed up at Louis XIV and his wife as Marie Antoinette. How amusingly transgressive.
To put it bluntly, the billionaire talking on his cellphone. The place where he actually is, is as likely to be overseas as it is to be next to you on Market Street. Trump and his real followers are citizens of the world of the Sacks party, not of America.
Many years ago, I was walking down Market Street noticing a great many people mumbling to themselves. At first it seemed like some kind of epidemic of schizophrenia. Eventually, it became clearer. They were talking into these new fangled things. Their cell phones. They werent’t actually on Market Street. They were elsewhere.
That’s the real story: there’s no here here anymore. Everyone’s elsewhere with concerned with their remote affinity groups. And there’s one affinity group, above all that hangs together now that capital flows frictionesssly across borders, while labor can’t.
Trump First who desires membership in the Dictators Club is the most visible of these. But ask yourself, what’s the main affinity group of the Theils, Sacks and Musks?
Their group is not America, and you can be reasonably sure their affinity groups doesn’t include you. At the height of the Great Recession, Sacks threw a million dollar 40th birthday party for himself. Guests were told to keep it secret (Snopp Dog, one of the guests, blew the cover by posting some pics of the costume party. Its theme: Let us eat cake, with Sacks dressed up at Louis XIV and his wife as Marie Antoinette. How amusingly transgressive.
To put it bluntly, the billionaire talking on his cellphone. The place where he actually is, is as likely to be overseas as it is to be next to you on Market Street. Trump and his real followers are citizens of the world of the Sacks party, not of America.