That’s what Karl Marx wrote about. We capitalists will sell the rope to hang ourselves, and we are doing just that. As you know, we took a week’s cruise down the Mexican coast, (and naturally I gained five pounds). We stopped at Barstow on the way to LA to board our ship, and being the railroad aficionado I am, I had to go to the yards to see what was going on, besides inspecting the marvelous 1911 Fred Harvey hotel, now a museum, which is at the station. Along came a train. Four hearty diesels pulling a mile long train which consisted of 180 containers, straight from China. Then, as soon as this train cleared the block, another came along with 200 containers. Moving in the opposite direction, came another train heading for the LA harbor with a couple of hundred empties, returning for more.
After boarding the ship in LA, we were watching two huge ships come in before we left. One had over 2,000 containers above deck, and I have no idea how many below. Across the harbor, cranes were busy unloading containers from a ship, and then came another, with over 4,000 above deck. That one was really huge, and the ship and its containers names were 100% Chinese. There were hundreds of thousands of containers stacked along the LA harbor shore, either awaiting rail transport, or loading onto a ship for the return…empty. LA is only one port of many which welcome thousands of containers each month, or is it week? When we got back to LA Sunday morning, there was a ship leaving, packed with thousands of empty containers, and another big one coming in with a few thousand more loaded ones. I wonder if the containers are made in China also.
In other words, everything from hair dryers to shoe laces, to cars, machinery, household goods, tools, books, TV sets, virtually all electronics, telephones, furniture, cars, clothing, bedding, or you name it, now come from the orient, and in the main, China. Our bank balances, travel arrangements and taxes, are figured by Indians, and not Apaches or Navajos. With every dollar sent abroad for phone answering, food, or merchandise, that is our capital leaving our shores in a huge siphon. On this morning’s news, I heard that several motorcycle manufacturers, including Harley Davidson, are building plants near the Brazilian rain forest to provide jobs so they won’t cut any more trees. I am so glad or that, and am certain it has nothing to do with cheap wages.
All the while, new bureaucracies are being created in D.C. to further throttle and regiment us into oblivion. Paid for with printing press scrip, of course. How long will it be before the medical segment is totally federalized into total inefficiency and poor care? Both McCain and Obama have promised as much, and it will happen. The wars will continue, prices will go up, and gold and silver will break out soon, after the traders finish covering their shorts, I am certain. I was shocked at the number of containers coming in. I knew what was happening, of course, but the hundreds of thousands of containers on ships and trains brought it all home with a thud. Of the 2100 passengers on the ship, I didn’t see a one who was watching the containers being unloaded, brought in, or empties leaving, who showed a single ounce of shock or understanding of what is happening. Just, “Oh look at how many containers that ship has on it,” or, “Look how they unload those containers.” How can a once great, smart, nation, be so stupid as not to be upset at millions of containers bringing us our stuff? A once great nation has been educated in government schools, and spends its time watching and being brainwashed by the boob tube. How can a once great nation, continue to endlessly print scrip to pay for what it consumes from the orient, before the orient refuses to take it any longer? When will the orient discover that they are the losers, and it is no longer wise to prop up and take printing press dollars for tangible merchandise? Could it be that America will throw the bums out of office, turn D.C. into a ghost town, and once again regain its superiority? Not likely, and in the mean time, protect yourself.