Let’s make one thing clear: If Alan Greenspan, the former head of the Federal Reserve, has no clue, then who am I to predict how the economic meltdown will run its course. I will not waste my ink and your time on the matter.
That said, I will offer a humble vignette, the origins of which came to me in New York, the Ground Zero of the current crisis. I was having lunch with a friend at Le Bilboquet, a well-appointed restaurant uptown between Madison and Park Avenues, when we noticed a brace of Lehman Brothers executives wolfing down their food, apparently without a care in the world. I asked my companion how they could stomach their food at a time when the doom mongers on Wall Street were predicting the end of capitalism and the beginning of a new socialist dawn.
My friend shrugged and pointed out the huge global correction was in fact nothing more than the apogee of capitalism. The markets, he said, were “a game we always play but never win.”
His maxim became clearer to me when I returned to Beirut and saw my sons playing video games. They would lose their allotted ‘lives’ but still be able to resume the game where it left off, and once more they would take the play to a frenetic level of activity — blood, monsters, demons, crashes, death, take your pick — until the game engulfed them.
The game they play but never win, if you will.
‘Game over’ was determined, not by the players, but by big daddy, in this case me, who stepped in to break up the inevitable sibling dispute. On one occasion, I had to intervene when my eldest son, bored by ‘driving’ on the virtual road, had taken to reversing up virtual one-way streets, mounting the virtual pavement and even running over innocent virtual pedestrians.
The game, if you will, had become infected with a corrupt and destructive culture. In my son’s case, it was harmless, but in the case of the global markets this corrosive culture had seen the real cash, or human element, become subsumed by that of the superego and its big daddy, in this case the regulators, had to step in and clean up the house.
Like Alan Greenspan, we have no idea when the ‘resume game’ button will be available.
