T he really big item in last night’s 60-Minutes newsbreak was
that the latest Star Wars movie passed the billion dollar profit
gate a week after release. That says just about everything you need to know
about our floundering society, including the state of the legacy news media.
The cherry on top last week was Elon Musk’s SpaceX company’s feat landing
the first spent stage of its Falcon 9 rocket to be (theoretically) recycled
and thus hugely lowering the cost of firing things into space. The media
spooged all over itself on that one, since behind this feat stands Mr. Musk’s
heroic quest to land humans on Mars. This culture has lost a lot in the past
40 years, but among the least recognized is the loss of its critical
faculties. We’ve become a nation of six-year-olds.
News flash: we’re not going Mars. Notwithstanding the accolades for Ridley
Scott’s neatly-rationalized fantasy, The Martian (based on Andy
Weir’s novel), any human journey to the red planet would be a one-way trip.
Anyway, all that begs the question: why are we so eager to journey to a
dead planet with none of the elements necessary for human life when we can’t
seem to manage human life on a planet superbly equipped to support us?
Answer: because we are lost in raptures of techno-narcissism. What do I
mean by that? We’re convinced that all the unanticipated consequences of our
brief techno-industrial orgy can be solved by… more and better technology!
Notice that this narrative is being served up to a society now held hostage
to the images on little screens, by skilled people who, more and more, act as
though these screens have become the new dwelling place of reality. How
psychotic is that?
All of this grandstanding about the glories of space goes on at the
expense of paying attention to our troubles on this planet, including the
existential question as to how badly we are fucking it up with burning the
fossil fuels that power our techno-industrial activities. Personally, I don’t
believe that any international accord will work to mitigate that quandary.
But what will work, and what I fully expect, is a financial breakdown that
will lead to a forced re-set of human endeavor at a lower scale of
technological activity.
The additional question really is how much hardship will that transition
entail and the answer is that there is plenty within our power to make that
journey less harsh. But it would require dedication to clear goals and the
hard work of altering all our current arrangements — and giving up these
childish fantasy distractions about space and technology
Dreaming about rockets to Mars is easy compared to, say, transitioning our
futureless Agri-Biz racket to other methods of agriculture that don’t destroy
soils, water tables, ecosystems, and bodies. It’s easier than rearranging our
lives on the landscape so we’re not hostage to motoring everywhere for
everything. It’s easier than educating people to both think and develop real
hands-on skills not dependent on complex machines and electric-powered
devices.
But we’re not interested and that is why we’re going to be dragged kicking
and screaming into a very different future, not riding rockets to the new
mall on Mars. I’m not religious, but maybe there is something like Providence
at work foisting all these space fantasies on us at the very end of the year,
allowing us to get all this stupid shit out of the way so we can prepare for
the banking and political tribulations to come in 2016. Speaking of which,
next week I will publish my forecast for the twelve-month roller-coaster
ahead. Happy New Year, one and all.
