The Monetary Policy Unit at Runnymede Institute doesn’t normally follow political swings since there’s never a deviation from the set course previously agreed by two or more chiefs. Without continuity, there can be no stability. The man on the street is allowed to believe in dumb luck, a throw of the dice and all the quips that make life bearable but the corporate mind requires absolute certainty, which is prescribed in law as their responsibility.
This caveat is only applicable to share and bond holders so that a Joe Gallon-Aflouride simply provides the risk factor, a variable to be neutralised for algorithmic profiteering to continue at the agreed pace. The desire to effect correct responses from Joe fans the flames of mainstream media to turn up the heat a degree or two when needed and they all live happily ever after. In America, there’s only one political entity, Mob Party.
The centre of prominent corruption in the US that is Chicago didn’t begin it’s nefarious existence as the domain of Al Capone, they had much harder, more determined men long before that. You could say in a sense that Al and his kind were drawn to the place like moths to a flame but they were also most certainly it’s best unsuspecting victims.
And ages before the con men erected, boiler-roomed shares and suffered collapse-by-truth with their odious Climate Exchange, the seedy city by the lake was a cesspit of chicanery. No more than a decade after the US Civil War, Chicago futures boomed and America was producing a surplus in grains, which were exported to Europe then offloaded cheap thus ensuring the collapse of Sicily’s historic fields of grain.
Post war meat-packing and it’s long cattle drives created American legends, fashioned a few myths that the public worldwide swallowed whole, still does. Dallas stockyards, Kansas City transit and Chicago slaughterhouse before the product went far and wide was progress. No one would search out the work of Upton Sinclair too eagerly knowing the image of this great city was built on the blood and guts misery of gullible ancestors and the elementary means used do accomplish the goal. It was a Petri dish incubated by a Mad Perfesser, the city fostered a new sepcies of protozoa.
Within another thirty or so years, Americans were competing with Argentine beef exporters neck to neck. In some regions where the customary meat was lamb, low prices changed the entire diet so that even shepherds from Corleone had to migrate to New York if they were going to survive. At this point, each and every Policy Analyst always gets stuck. Chicago School brand of Economics has thuggish and unforgiving acolytes that it’s never wise to cross swords with.
While it’s easy to present conspiring 19th century US grain and meat exporters as good salesmen, the blowback from their wheelings and dealings meant Giuseppe Chianti ended up poor and wretched. The land that inspired Archimedes and produced marvels of civilisation throughout it’s nearly three thousand year history would become embedded in the western mind as the spithole that exports thugs and villains.
Most fitting of all is that Syracuse in Magna Graecia happens to be the source for the highly overused, foreboding, sword of Damocles account. It’s an early “walk a mile in my shoes” story so if Capone and Co had been the least bit educated, they could have correctly plead to any judge that their crimes were not their own fault, it was the circumstances of their upbringing. But that was bequeathed to the next generation of made-men who would have Law degrees and silk suits to carve out their ambition.
These days Chicago roars to the same tune but at pukish techno pace, highlighting corruption as an aspirational goal. One day the papers say this guy can’t be mayor and a couple weeks later, bingo he’s in. Anyone foolish enough to complain about illegalities needs to grow up right now, this minute. One team, two factions, that’s all one needs to recognise. These situations demand a show of force, for the peasants.
The best example of a farcical kerfuffle in Chicago elections is JFKs loyal support from the dearly departed during his political forays in Old Windy. Dad Joseph Kennedy was a clean-hands gangster and member of the Upper Commission so he already knew the winner but the press were allowed to report the sensational because all publicity is good publicity, sometimes. Things got out of hand, Nixon used the same graveyards.
Joe hadn’t been this stunned since Kansas City Mob Kingpin and former US president Harry Truman had threatened to ‘kick his G d teeth down his G d throat’. The Dallas Crew erupted, the Chicago Outfit nearly went to the mattresses, spitting fire and recrimination fell on Joe and we know how they avenge a faut pas. Republicans and democrats were there to make it look as though the people’s vote counted and a serious breach meant they had to ensure it never, ever happened again. So now, only the Consiglieri own the Voting Machines, Rahm’s in, job done, end of story!
Chicago? Sinclair said it first, best and it’s true everywhere; ” It’s a Jungle out there!”