Last night, we tossed and turned in bed like a crazy person with a fever.
Sunday was clear and hot. In the evening, we went to the 19th-century church in Montmorillon for a concert.
Bach, Schubert, Mozart – all were performed on the big organ in back of the church, accompanied by a clarinetist.
The organ is about 30 feet off the ground.
It is set on a wooden platform, ornately carved, and cantilevered out into the church so that it is over the heads of the people sitting in the rearmost pews.
It is built of such sturdy, heavy wood that we thought for a moment the entire ensemble might pitch over onto the crowd below.
That was after all the stops had been pulled out, and a fortissimo thunder arose from the organ. It sounded like the advance of the Red Army on Berlin in 1945. (Elizabeth noted that she thought the organist was abusing the instrument.)
Classical music performed on a huge, old organ in a stone church is always impressive.
But there were a couple of times when we thought that Bach was just toying with us… or that he had lost the plot, wandering up and down the scales with no clear destination.
Our favorite, “Concierto de Aranjuez,” by Rodrigo, haunted our sleep.
It is a piece with an undercurrent of sweet melancholy such as what you might find echoed in the Diary from time to time.
Yes, we laugh at economists, politicians, and popular myths. But beneath it – like an unrelenting, dark accompaniment of “Concierto de Aranjuez” – is the age-old lament that everything you care about inevitably comes to an end.
The musical highlight of the evening was “Ave Maria” by Franz Schubert.
It was, after all, Mary’s big night: the eve of her assumption into Heaven.
Appropriately uplifting and bright, “Ave Maria” was Schubert’s hit song of 1825. It was composed as “The Lady of the Lake” and adapted to the Catholic prayer addressed to the mother of Jesus.
Schubert died three years later at the age of 31.
Returning home after the concert, the moon shone so bright we hardly needed to turn on the lights. We could see perfectly well, but the colors were washed out. It was as if everything had been painted in shades of black and white while we were away.
Maybe it was the moonlight… maybe it was the sad music… something disturbed our sleep. We turned to the left. We turned to the right. We heard the melodies from the concert so clearly, we went to the open, moonlit window to see if someone were playing a radio outside…
But perhaps it was something else troubling our sleep…
Yes, today, we mark the beginning of a new era… and the end of the American Dream – such as it was.
On this day in 1971, President Nixon defaulted on America’s promise to its foreign creditors to convert its dollars to gold at the fixed rate of $35 an ounce.
This ended the last vestiges of the gold standard. And it set world currencies – which had been pegged to the gold-backed dollar – “floating” against one another.
Neither Nixon, nor almost anyone else, had a clear idea of what the new monetary era really meant.
No one – not even economist Milton Friedman, who advised the president – had any idea what it would do to the world economy and to the American system of government.
Friedman was right about most things. But he was disastrously wrong about money.
Yet, so subtle was it… so clever… so unanticipated – like a sudden shift to a minor scale or an unexpected major lift – it took 40 years for the new refrain to become clear.
Only now are we beginning to hear the full melody… and understand how this new money corrupted the country and undermined its wealth.
For all its faults – and there were many – America used to be a place where hard work usually paid off.
People worked, saved, invested… and grew wealthier. Wealth followed work, not the other way around.
There were always whiners and complainers – some with legitimate beefs about the way the system worked. Still, there was a shared belief that the system was fair… because there was a connection – real and unforgiving – between money and the morality of the marketplace.
Generally, those with money got it by work, invention, innovation, self-disciple, or luck. And generally, other people accepted the outcome as fair.
But this new money changed everything. It turned an entire class of people – the insiders, the elite, the establishment – into parasites able only to get money unfairly.
The new money was the product of a very maculate conception – borrowed into existence, not earned.
This put the cart of money manipulation in front of the horse of hard work and innovation. If you had the right connections, you could conjure up wealth… from the money itself.
“By the sweat of your brow you will earn your bread,” it was commanded in the Bible.
So it had been – with brief interruptions of monetary experiments and adventures – since the expulsion of Adam and Eve from Eden.
But now, with this new system created on this day 45 years ago, money is gotten sweat-free, in the air-conditioned towers of the big banks…
…and used by the “Parasitocracy” to rule the nation.
More to come…
BY CHRIS LOWE, EDITOR AT LARGE
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Bill’s Diary about the decline of farming communities – “Farming Is No Picnic” – continues to garner a lot of great reader feedback…
The French farmers aren’t alone in being driven out of business by the regulators and environmentalists. We used to raise 300 heifers and managed 375 acres [in the U.S.]. Now we have to raise 900 heifers and 1,100 acres to make a living.
The overhead investment from complying with environmental regulations are so expensive a small farmer can’t spread them over enough units to make a profit.
– Don G.
In reference to your French farmers, there is an old joke that typifies farming: A farmer wins the lottery. When asked what he is going to do with the money, he says, “I guess I’ll just keep farming until it runs out…”
– John B.
Farming on less than 3,000 acres is easy if you have about $10,000 a month in outside income. Explain this to your French neighbors.
– Bart O.
We are dairy farmers. And we get what you just said. Here in the good old USA it is no picnic either. And the next generation take-up is just about the same. Nice article.
– Addie S.
Do those French farms represent an investment opportunity yet?
– Ed A.
But not everyone is thinking about green pastures. Bill’s critique of American economist and monetary theorist Warren Mosler – “Good Money and Bad Money”– has also struck a chord…
I took the time to read a bit of the Warren Mosler ramblings. [Find Mosler’s introduction to how the fiat money system works here.] What struck me was how it seemed like a child’s fantasy leading to all the world’s problems being solved.
His ideas are not far from how it works today – though he fails to acknowledge the existence of bad actors and the outcomes they sow.
Mosler has one foot in the free-market camp, but joined at the hip with the Keynesian fantasy. Now that digital currency is around and possibly thriving, people have even more alternatives to consider.
– Tom T.