The motivation for this piece comes from an article written by Martin Wolf of the Financial Times and he told the truth, mainly. I won’t dispute a single fact or figure but in his article, "America’s economy risks mother of all meltdowns" he comes to us as a prognosticator, predicting the future of the things that will be.
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He wants to be the Ghost of Christmas Future when in fact he is the Ghost of Christmas Present. Come then, touch the hem of my raiment, let me take you to the far away land of Atlanta, once the fastest growing city in America. And then on to Cobb County, the fastest growing county in America. Money once flowed in the streets, jobs were once plentiful. No one dared stand at the interstate exits with signs saying, "Will work for food" unless they really would. For they would have been picked up and put to work almost immediately.
Look now, as the mist clears, standing before us, a brand new shopping development, finished in September 2007, and all 14 units stand empty. Five months and not one unit rented. Maybe it was the demise of the Ford assembly plant or maybe it was the demise of the Chevrolet assembly plant. Maybe it’s the doubling of the price of fuel, because government figures explain to us that unemployment has only moved, almost imperceptibly, to a moderate 5%.
Like Scrooge, they ignore Tiny Tin’s limp and crutch, but the truth is that they measure with a fisherman’s ruler. If they admit to 5% it's more like 10% and probably even 15%. They have more ways to explain away unemployment than the links in Marley’s ghost’s chains. The Ford and Chevy workers aren’t unemployed at all, they’re just laid off from factories permanently padlocked. When their unemployment benefits run out they will become discouraged workers, dropped from the ranks of unemployment figures, graduating on to stealth workers category, there but not counted.
Then, of course, there are the thousands of students, graduating from Georgia Tech and Georgia Southern and a host of other schools, that aren’t unemployed either. They can’t be, it’s not possible! According to government rules, you must first have a job before you can be counted among the unemployed. Such scheming and planning warms Scoorge’s heart more than a lump of coal in the stove.
The government figures project that from last year until the end of this year 4 million American homeowners will be ejected into the street. Yet the pundits predict that we have only seen the first half of the mortgage woes. These specters will not be removed from our eyes, despite our pleas to the spirits, 200,000 in Georgia alone. Will Rogers observed during the last great depression that "Americans were the first people in history to drive to the poor house in a new car." Today's Americans will be the first people in history thrown from their new homes and out into the street by the millions because of 5% unemployment. All while the brand new shopping center stands idle and just down the road they’ve broken ground for another one. Just down the road from that, another one still. Kitty-corner from where they are breaking ground today, the new shopping center that was completed in December also stands idle.
Now the fella that prints up the For Sale signs, he is doing quite well. Likewise the repo tow truck drivers, as they complain of being overworked. Collection agencies are hiring for all shifts "Must be able to squeeze blood from a stone." Credit card default rates are nearing all time highs, as are car loans, but why Spirit? Are these things that must be? Is there no other way? Craig’s list in Atlanta advertises for foreclosure movers, talk about your tough jobs! I had a friend that took a job in a slaughterhouse once, "You get used to the sights but you never get over the smell," he advised. If I were foreclosure mover I doubt that I could get used to either one.
How the world changes at 5% unemployment, derelict shopping centers, both old and new, empty houses, for sale and for rent. Tell me Spirit, where did all those people go? The answer was drowned out by the roar of the giant, mechanical dinosaurs pawing up the ground, the gnashing of their mechanical teeth, the ripping of greenery from red clay. They pause, but only momentarily, to look upon the dark clouds as they begin to obscure the sun’s rays.
They were stupid beasts that had grown fat and lazy on the luxurious environment. It was beyond their capacity to adapt or change, they could only do the things that dinosaurs do, gnash at the trees and paw at the Earth. They couldn’t conceive of a meteor bringing their world to an end. It couldn’t, they protest, acknowledging that well, maybe 5% probability, maybe. They would watch the horizon just to be on the safe side, looking for the meteor that had already struck.
Ah, the simplemindedness of the prognosticators who ignore the meteor because it didn’t land in their back yard. But, millions of Americans who have lost good paying, insurance providing, retirement enabling jobs, they have felt the blast and been burned by the heat. The foliage has fallen from their trees and they struggle just to survive. Living on the roughage of Dollar Store jobs and moving with the herd for protection.
For myself as well, I can see only Cobb County, once the fastest growing county in America, and the city of Atlanta, once one of the fastest growing cities in America. I see the setting in of decay and rot, of empty storefronts and home foreclosure signs, empty car lots next to glittering new empty shopping centers with signs advertising, "Space Available." It is the hollow, hungry dinosaur’s last roar, more a plea than a threat. But today, as I drove by something new, blue and white pennants fluttered across the sky! Advertising for a new subdivision being built behind the empty, abandoned, glittering, new shopping center.
Ignorant of its own certain and eventual environmental obsolescence, it lays eggs.