For years he has raked many of the major policies of the Clinton, Bush II and Obama regimes over the coals (with complete justification) while repeatedly assailing his own (Paul Craig Robert's) critics, declaiming high praises of the Ronald Reagan regime and his role in formulating Reagan's economic policy; at the same time saying little to nothing about George Herbert Walker Bush (Bush I), most especially not in any negative sense, and saying comparatively little about the 200 years of USSA political, military and economic history that preceded the Reagan and Bush I regimes.
And that is where I have to pick a bone with Paul Craig Roberts. As much as I agree with quite a lot that he says, he is found wanting in what he conspicuously does not say. In effect, I find his entire shtick to be a classic, limited hang out. Is Paul Craig Roberts unconsciously glossing over the historical record of the USSA government and his own participation in it during the Reagan regime? Or is he, in fact, aware of the things I will lay out in this blog post, and prefers not to mention them, for a variety of professional and personal reasons? In other words, does Paul Craig implicitly still fundamentally support the essential elements of the corrupt USSA regime, even as he would have all of us to think that he is making a radical critique of it?
As I will shortly show, neither when Paul Craig Roberts was in the government, nor now, when he is out of it, has he ever addressed the root causes of what ails the political economy of the USSA government, and indeed, of most of the rest of the world.
But first, how about a musical interlude from one of my favorite singers, Chris Rea, to set the mood?
And let the walls of her prison fall away
The walls which ached with a timeless wait
They had become her walls of this modern TV life
She closed her eyes
And let them fall away
And in her dreams she is standing by an ocean
She is gazing out to sea
She can remember with just a fleeting glimpse
That she was once free
So long ago now, so long it was as if it had never been
Was it a holiday
She thinks it could have been, ah yes, Italy ...
And he closes his eyes
And he is gone far away
Gone from all his confusion
Gone from the pain
He can easily see what a pointless waste
His modern life has become
Chasing the gravy grain
Chasing the dollar
Chasing the clock
Chasing his male friends
Chasing the boss
Chasing it like it was everything
It was nothing
Only the sound of his own breathing was all he really had
At the end of the day
And reasons to wonder, reasons to cry
Too late for this selfish sinner who never asked why
... and now, back to hard economic reality.
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