Binging after the party is over

The party is over. It’s time to clean up the mess—as must be done.

Not content with success, empires die of excess. They have many appetites to satisfy—always at the expense of others, in life, limb, property, and hard cash.

They are indiscriminate, omnivorous feeders, fully capable of political cannibalization, genocide, fratricide, and self-inflicted sociocide. Pathologies abound. For empires, it’s survival of the meanest and most vile—and damn the consequences.

The problem, of course, is that consequences have a habit of accumulating and snapping back—when and where least expected. Gluttony reigns supreme in the fetid layers of the troglodyte liars.

I know something of empires. By the merest coincidence, I was born into the age of empires, granted a front-row seat in a colony on the cusp of one. A cusp is a great vantage point: you can view two states of being simultaneously, which is all very instructive. To this day, I can look south and see the mountains of the empire. They have a solemn presence, contrasting the chaos further south.

We live in a world where we suffer circumbobulations and discombobulation simultaneously—especially when empires are artlessly binging after the party is over. They just can’t accept that it’s four a.m., time to clean up the mess and go home. We’re only allowed a quota of bobulations before all hell breaks loose—Bob’s your uncle—and bobulations become tribulations.

Empires are the perpetrators of lies and chaos to ensure their tyranny prevails. They must slander objective truth, values, and norms out of existence until they become bleary abstractions of anonymous times gone by. They practice the semantics of passivity, deceit, and betrayal. They weaponize language and dialogue, as with everything else.

But now the mask is off. The empire has revealed itself. The empire is over, but the harlequins are stranded, still speaking the language and habits of empire where none remains.

Empires are self-liquidating—but not in an orderly or sane manner. Even though it has lost the ability to wage war, it still insists on spending trillions on military expenditures as the driver of its economy—as if militarism and its heinous associated ideologies are the nation’s constitution and a permanent fixture.

Sixty-five years ago, retiring President Dwight D. Eisenhower warned of the rise of the Military-Industrial-Congressional Complex (MICC) in the halls of government. It was the preparation for empire and a hijacking of the U.S. Constitution for the sake of imperial ambition. After his warning came the assassinations of the sixties and the rolling coup d’état that became the empire now in full collapse.

The Aftermath

Over a century ago, Mark Twain stated: “I am an anti-imperialist. I am opposed to having the eagle put its talons on any other land.” Had America followed the wisdom of Twain, it would be a very different country today.

In 1987, Yale historian Paul Kennedy published The Rise and Fall of the Great Powers. It caused a stir among the elites but was quickly buried under their arrogant exceptionalism and triumphalism.

Three years later, the USSR collapsed, the unipolar world came into being, and the “crazies in the basement” seized the opportunity to consolidate their global hegemony with the PNAC and the Wolfowitz Doctrine.

But as Kennedy pointed out, the empire was already in “overreach” and in incipient decline. Events after the turn of the century confirmed the growing momentum of that decline.

The Ukraine war removed the mask of empire for all to see. NATO’s provocation of war against Russia was the last desperate attempt to initiate Brzezinski’s grand strategy of conquering the Asian heartland—war on Russia, then on China.

The war against Russia and subsequent events have led the empire into the vortex of irreversible final decline. The harlequins of empire are stranded, trapped in their evil machinations—inherited from those who came before them.

Failed states are governments suffering abject denialism and abdication.

The party is over. It’s time to clean up the mess—as must be done..

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