Who Are You?
Wednesday, April 29th, 2009“Hello, I’m America.”
“As in Captain, or the band, or what?”
“No, just America.”
“Oh. Hi, Just America. I’m someone you tortured.”
“Cool.”
“Right. So listen, I was thinking of limping off into the sunset, watching my back for floaters and talking heads, and then I had this fleeting glimmer of hope in humanity. Or maybe it was a floater - I’m not sure. Anyway, I was wondering: are you going to hold yourself accountable for systematically breaking domestic and international laws?”
“Gee, I don’t know. If I were a lawful society in any meaningful sense beyond luck and path dependency, then I would probably enforce my laws and agreements to the best of my abilities. But if I were a frontier society with some nice bling, a strategically ignorant hegemon, or a shamelessly hubristic empire watching unipolarity slowly collapse as a result of my inability to regulate the fundamentals of the global economic system I dominate, then I would probably say, screw it. Who am I again? Just America, or just America?”
“I’m a little confused myself. Who are you?”