Over the past several decades, we have been living in a world driven by hyper competition.  It used to be that nations were content to control the people and markets within their own borders.  And for the most part left other nations alone or engaged in the exchange of raw materials and finished goods between each other in a symbiotic fashion.  But now, nations struggle against one another for dwindling resources and within these nations businesses struggle against one another in pursuit of an ever shrinking amount of business.  Greed drove wages in developed nations up and competition drove manufacturing offshore.   Somewhere along the line, competition and greed made truth anathema to business.

The funny thing is, it didn’t have to be this way.  People aren’t constructed to constantly strive under the stresses we now endure.  Consider the mountain gorillas in Africa.  Their life centers on finding sustenance, fellowship, and pro-create.  Consider your house cat or dog.  It eats, it sleeps, it greets you, seeks attention, and desires to be fed.  Why are we killing ourselves chasing the vanity we call the modern lifestyle?  It’s ridiculous, really when you think about it.  It’s like putting heels on horseshoes.  It doesn’t make any sense and it’s just plain dangerous.

As I have watched our global economy spin out of control these last three years, I have grown more envious of the life led by my grandparents.  They were simple people who bought what they needed only when they needed it.  My grandpa worked the farm and my grandmother raised their children.  They didn’t eat out and they wore shoes until they wore out.  They were the kind of folks that fixed things that broke.  Like when Europe tore itself apart, my grandpa helped mend it with his own blood.  We were once a nation of rugged individualists.  Now we’ve been subjugated by collectivists.  I don’t think my grandpa would recognize this country were he still alive today.