Jackson Pollock, the abstract “what is this random crap” painter, wasn’t as abstract as his dealer’s cultivated auteur reputation. Check this:
Back in the 1920s, world-renowned writer Aldous Huxley summarised his visit to Hearst Castle – guided through the unparalleled collection of priceless art, sculpture and unique historical artifacts filling the home of the world’s first billionaire media mogul -: with the simplest conclusion: “It was like living in the mind of an idiot.”
But the world’s rich and powerful oligarchy isn’t merely an idiot cabal of princes, psychopaths and plutocrats in the style of William Randolph Hearst.
The ruling elites are served by – and somewhat porous to – a meritocracy of ambitious vassals and an academy of intelligent experts.
At times oligarchy is synonymous with government. Its iron law is, at least, predisposed to stability. Rigid, ringfenced, risk-takers, preselected blind to their own survivor bias, like most sociopaths who find themselves in exceptional circumstances.
All rather bourgeois, ironically.
The drift of world history – control mechanisms like religion or all-men-created-equal bullshit – and the urbanized growth of sheer human numbers makes conspicuous freedom a potentially disruptive scandal. Revolutions are bad business. Gates, walls and island geography give respite but living large is hard to conceal; and an oligarchy needs resources (labour not least) to exploit. Nowadays that can scale large. Outsourcing is a funny word.
Money Money Money.
It’s a “RICH MAN’S WORLD” …
Money isn’t the problem.
Neoliberalism is an existential risk because it’s short-sighted, parochial and wasteful of natural resources – most of all, squandering individual freedom, suffocating pro-active creativity with (at best) comfortable path of least resistance, populism and professional corporate plutocrats.
Fat lazy consumers feeding their appetite with the least possible effort enriches a certain mindset of hard-working, obsessive-compulsive new aristocracy of corporate luddite: Jeff Bezos. Sam Walton. The Koch brothers. The interchangeable money-priests on the panel of Shark Tank and Dragon’s Den. The mailroom-marketstall boy made good (rich): Alan Sugar. Philip Green. Laksmi Mittal. Busy idiots, profiting from serving the banal consumerism of indolent idiots, living the lives of idiots, inculcatig an inexorable drift towards cultural idiocracy.
Not likely to resist the inertia of an autocratic artificial intelligence. Or China.