[b]Jade Chang
So, the thing is, my dad, the immigrant, is really, really disappointed that I have an allergy. A peanut allergy. Because immigrants do not believe in allergies. I swear to God, ask any brown person with an accent that you see and they’ll tell you that allergies are some New World shit.[/b]
Any brown folks here?
America usually felt like iPhones and pizza and swimming pools to Andrew. L.A. was America. New sneakers. Sunshine. Pot and blue balls. Phoenix was America. Sprinklers and blow jobs and riding shotgun. Vegas was America, all of it. But if there were monsters and magic anywhere in this country, they would be here in New Orleans. New Orleans was an ancient doppelgänger city that grew in some other America that never really existed.
Again, no mention of Baltimore. And not for nothing.
How many times did people have to prove that anything could be art before we could finally admit that very little was actually art?
Or here: How many times did people have to prove that anything could be philosophy before we could finally admit that very little was actually philosophy?
Throughout history we have believed that markets determine worth and that bubbles are eternal, despite ample evidence to the contrary. In the midst of each bubble, we believe that this time it will last forever. We have all been complicit in our own deluding. The professor paused. It’s all bullcrap. There is no market. The market is people, and people are dolts. Even the smartest people are moronic.
In other words, the rich get richer. This doesn’t change that.
Our first big mistake—we believed that money was rational. Our second big mistake—we thought that risk could be quantified. Our third big mistake—Alan Greenspan.
Next up: the Trump bubble.
How can we be a polis when 95 percent of us would rather watch aging housewives bicker on TV than express a well-formed opinion of our own?
Not to worry. In the next election we’ll change all that.