http://biz.yahoo.com/ap/080528/dow_price_increase.htmlDow's decided all of a sudden that letting the * Administration set energy policy at the whims of Big Oil CEOs might not have been such a good idea after all, because now the cost of transportation and petro-dependent feedstocks have escalated so much Dow can't maintain its obscene profit margins on its obscene products without raising prices TWENTY PERCENT across the board.
I'm not here to post-mortem the devil's dance of greed that brought about this consummation. Nor to discuss the appalling nature of Dow and all its works. Fruitful topics, both, but the real kernel of terror hiding in this story can be found in one word.
It's a word that makes virtually every Establishment economist pee her/himself in sheer funk, a word that sends the red lights whirling in Wall Street establishments and the klaxons blaring "ah-OOO-gah! ah-OOO-gah!" in the corporate HQs of banks and investment firms and suchlike. A word that sends scaremongers from about 85% of the media and pundit cribs and barracks into Full Yammer Mode.
Inflation.
Dow's action is a shot across the bows of the "cautious lack of total pessimism" school of economic analysis that has been trying to hold things together, teeth and toenails, to prevent the final flip over the edge into the massive cesspool of Uncontrolled Economic Chaos.
Please, do not count me among the number of those who immediately begin to run in circles, scream and shout at the second quarter in a row of miniscule rises in key economic indicators. The mere specter of potential inflation considering the faint possibility of peeping its head over a distant horizon does not send me fleeing under the bed begging the Fed to slash rates and pleading with America's employers to Hold The Line on wages, for the love of God.
In fact, I think some things desperately NEED to see a little inflation. Wages, for example. The prices of stuff we don't need or stuff made of crap that poses potential long-term hazards to our health and sanity, for another. Anything that will make us think twice about throwing perfectly usable (or re-usable) stuff into a landfill, for a third. A little inflation in those places can only do us good in the long run, and I, for one, will paste a smile on my phiz and belt up and cope with it.
But two things about this Very Bad Sign do disturb me:
First, we all know that inflation will not be confined to the sectors where it will cause short-term pain but do long-term good. We no longer have in place the regulatory, taxation, and oversight infrastructure that worked to mitigate the impact of runaway inflation back in the 1970s-- when, incidentally, the nation's wealth disparity was about as low as it has ever been and its safety net as strong as it has ever been. No, nowadays there is nothing to stop the greedheads and corporate shills from shifting every erg of impact onto the backs of those least able to absorb it, and continuing to squeeze as much smash-and-grab profit from the chaos as they possibly can.
Second, those who ARE terrorized by the specter of inflation have good reason for their pusillanimity. They make nothing, they have no tangible assets of barterable value, their "wealth" is built entirely on the mutually-agreed-upon delusion of the "markets" and the abstruse conceptual tools for assigning value and moving it about based on nebulous, situational criteria designed to reward wealth for accruing more wealth. When "value" becomes subject to the volatility of inflation and the Law of Scarcity, the electromagnetic pulses that form the empire of "trailing zeros" on the bottom lines of their net worth statements collapse. So they have good reason to do anything --anything at all-- anything they can bribe, steal, manipulate, force, blackmail, extort, or terrorize others into going along with-- to stop inflation, no matter what it costs. And in the end, that's likely to cost us all a lot more than the inflation.
Not much scares me with regards to the shared fantasy we call "the economy." Reality is always there and I'll always figure out a way to get by, until there isn't a way anymore and I die, and we all come to that someday so I'm used to the idea. I've got a lot of confidence in my own ability to adopt, adapt, and improve, to make lemonade when handed lemons, to find silver linings, and to see windows opening when doors slam.
But this makes me distinctly nervous. Anyone who can make a credible commonsensical case for why this ISN'T what I think it is, please help me out here.
trepidatiously,
Bright