Sultan Knish
The first urban political machine was named after a fictional Indian
saint unrecognized by any church and whose name, when pronounced with a Y
at the end, began to strike many as Irish which only further confused
the issue.
The
godfather of that machine was another fictional saint who became Thomas
Jefferson's vice president after successfully rigging an election using
a phony water company that eventually became Chase Bank, was tried for
murder after killing the first Secretary of the Treasury, was tried for
treason after a conspiracy to make himself King of Mexico and plotted to
convince New England to secede from the Union.
The urban political machine was born in New York but died in Chicago.
It's no longer a separate entity. One of the inconveniences of urban
life along with smog, muggings and excessive regulation. The urban
political machine has gone national. It's here. It's there. It's
everywhere.
You may disapprove of New York's soda ban or Chicago's love affair with
gun control or Los Angeles' pandering to illegal aliens; but what
happens in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles and the rest of the country's
blighted metropolises no longer stays there. You can live surrounded by
ten thousand acres of wilderness on one side and the deep blue sea on
the other and it will still find you because the urban political machine
has gone national.
The last election was the triumph of the urban political machine. In
2008, Obama ran as a national candidate. In 2012, he ran as the
figurehead for the urban political machines and let their voter turnout
and voter fraud efforts carry the day. In 2008, he tried inspiring
people. In 2012, he ran the same tired campaign run by a hundred corrupt
mayors in a hundred cities who know that they can't lose because the
game is rigged and the voters have no choice.
The urban political machine was born in New York but died in Chicago.
It's no longer a separate entity from the rest of the country; one of
the inconveniences of urban life along with smog, muggings and excessive
regulation. The urban political machine has gone national. It's here.
It's there. It's everywhere.
The machine doesn't care about individuals. It only counts bloc votes.
It doesn't care about making life better for people. Its genius is for
finding ways to make life worse because it knows that it has more
leverage over people looking for the next meal than over people looking
to buy a house in the suburbs. The political machine doesn't budget; it
loots. It breaks the bank, raises taxes, drives out industries and rules
over a feudal war zone sharply divided between the rich and the poor.
Reborn in fragmented cities that were multicultural before it was even a
word, let alone a buzzword, the machine feeds off misery and conflict.
During the 1860s, the machine sent German and Irish immigrants to riot
and kill African-Americans to protest the Civil War. During the 1960s,
it sent African-American mobs to riot and kill to protest the Vietnam
War. The machine does not care about black or white. It only cares about
power.
Power, the machine understands, is division. The machine is
Machiavellian. It plots out segregated neighborhoods the way that
generals deploy battalions. It promotes violence and suspicion and then
meets with both sides to offer them a truce. It got big again as the
frontier got small and a thousand peoples crowded into overcrowded
cities speaking a babble of different languages and knowing nothing
except the transplanted micro-communities that they had brought with
them.
The machine built on that. It took as their leaders anyone who could
deliver a bloc vote. And it traded entitlements for votes. The community
leaders became barons, the machine operators became kings and everyone
else living in narrow streets, meeting in bursts of gang violence at the
boundaries, and voting in blocs to keep the other side from getting
better access to the goodies offered by the machine, got to be the
peasants.
In 2012, tribal politics became national politics. The country was
divided and conquered. A campaign run on convincing a dozen separate
groups to be afraid of each other and of the majority made all the
difference, not in some urban slum, but from sea to shining sea. The
country had at last become the city. And considering the state of the
city... the state of the union does not look good.
Amnesty for illegal aliens is the natural next step for the machine. The
urban machines always wanted their cities to be big. They never cared
if the people could feed themselves or if they could feed them. More
people meant more votes. More votes meant more money.
The bigger the big cities get, the more micro-districts can be carved
out, gerrymandered by race, divided by language, and capable of carrying
more and more of the treasury back home to the machine. And if the
cities can get big enough, fast enough, then they can outrace their own
inevitable bankruptcies to seize control of the wealth of a nation. It's
the only hope of municipalities bulging with unfunded pensions,
unfundable social welfare and a next generation of workers that doesn't
exist.
Money is not the issue. Urban political machines have always spent money
like water counting on their cities being too big to fail. Right off
City Hall in New York City sits the Tweed Courthouse, named after one of
the most infamous bosses of the Tammany Hall political machine. Despite
being a modest building, it cost more four times more to build than
London's Houses of Parliament. Today it houses the headquarters of the
Department of Education which is spending the city deep into debt. That
just goes to show you that the more things change, the more they stay
the same.
Obama's crazed spending spree is nothing new in big cities where the
debt is sky high and there is no way to cover it. Detroit is teetering
on the verge of bankruptcy. Chicago is facing a frightening pile of
debt. California's municipalities are taking the entire state down with
them and Bloomberg doubled New York's debt during his time as mayor.
The urban political machines don't fear bankruptcy. They embrace it.
Crises create more opportunities. When people are hungry, it's
childishly easy to get them to march round demanding this and that and
then using this and that as cover for even bigger thefts. Bailouts and
recovery programs are rich wells full of money that can be plundered.
The score was never as big and rich as it was during the first heady
days of Hope and Change. The machine operators are no longer playing
around with a few billion here or there for urban recovery programs.
Instead they're juggling trillions. The amount of money at their
disposal is mind boggling and so is their thievery.
Paying it back is not their problem. America, like Chicago, is too big to fail.
The
machine operators live in a world where the people and the cities are
collateral to be borrowed against. As long as they control governments,
they imagine that there will always be greedy suckers ponying up a few
trillion which the next generation will pay off and the one after that.
It never occurs to them that the rest of the world is filled with
starving human collateral and the ruins of old cities. It never occurs
to them that Chicago, Detroit and New York are just places where people
made things and earned a living. And that a city without an economy is
just Somalia or El Salvador with a lot of tall buildings.
America is now being run by the logic of the urban machine. The rules on
which the cities run are being applied to the rest of the country when
it comes to gun control, health care and race. The rules broke the
cities and they are breaking the country. And there is no escaping the
rules without breaking the power of the urban political machine that now
controls the country.
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