
Burczak's book is a look at some of the fantastic socialist proposals that are floating about in our universities. They are like spores waiting to find a fertile moment in some city, or in the head of some lofty president. They are all bad for business.
The funniest thing in the book was the IFB, I think it was called. Iteration Facilitation Board!
"Like Lange, Albert and Hahnel would abolish private ownership and market exchange of capital goods and create what they call an Iteration Facilitation Board (IFB). The IFB would announce [ANNOUNCE!] prices for all goods and [AND!] services to both producers and consumers. Producers and consumers would use these prices to formulate their respective production and consumption plans" (Burczak 140-141).
If this isn't a planned and totalitarian society, what is?
They would have a police arm, no doubt.
Just as Obama's healthcare plan has necessitated an army of 16,000 new investigators housed within the IRS!
I read the last pages of Burczak as I watched a program on PBS about the STASI control of the East German security apparatus, and how a Lutheran pastor in Leipzig (Christian Fuhrer) brought the whole thing crashing down with a seemingly harmless peace vigil (9th November 1989). GBush1 said, "This is a German moment," and stayed out of it, even though Reagan had started it, with his, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall," comment. This freed 40 million people. Even better would be to keep the walls from going up, right? So in that spirit, these comments.
Let's investigate what kinds of things the IFB (which Burczak doesn't necesssarily endorse, but considers worth taking seriously) would "facilitate."
When you think of something like Silly Bandz (which I hope the kids in your neighborhood are gaga over as much as are mine), I don't see how the IFB could foresee the "need" for such an item, or determine how many needed to be made, much less "announce" their pricing. Every store for fifty miles was out of them for two weeks. Even the top distributors couldn't foresee the craziness. My children moped around the house, shut out from the Silly Bandz craze, cursing their existence. I called every store for hours, and finally found some in a boutique called Razzle Dazzle (not in a mall), and off we went, the family's hopes revived.
What are these things? They are outlines of sea creatures using a primary color (red, yellow, blue) and also outlines of musical instruments (guitars, violins, etc.). You wear them on your wrist, or you can trade them. My kids look like African villagers with hundreds of them on each arm, clear up to their elbows. They are made by some company in Toledo, Ohio.
How on earth would an Iteration Facilitation Board prepare for this craze? They would probably slap it down as unnecessary. But probably 99% of what we make is unnecessary. That is, movies, strictly speaking, are unnecessary. Poems are unnecessary. Novels, unnecessary. Hymns, unnecessary. Fashion, unnecessary. All the necessary items are already made in China or India, where very low wages and cheap supplies have made it easier for industry to operate on a cost-effective basis. We do need cars and gasoline, but only in order to go and get Silly Bandz.
Our industrial base has already moved overseas. There is almost no steel production in the northeast now. Man-hole covers (there are 600,000 of them in NYC alone, and each one weighs 50 pounds) are all made in India, and shipped back, because the labor is so much cheaper and less well-organized there that even with the cost of shipping no American-based firm could possibly compete.
If we even wanted to make something as whimsical as Silly Bandz, is there still enough of an industrial base somewhere in America that it could be done? I couldn't figure out exactly where they are made, but I assume the design is outsourced to a production plant in a third-world country.
The last sentence in Burczak's book reads ominously (reach for Orwell!), "Policy experiments to encourage workplace democracy and other capabilities-enhancing forms of asset redistribution or property rights redefinition need not take us anywhere near Hayek's 'road to serfdom'" (146).
"Workplace democracy" simply means that everyone in a workplace will have access to key decisions. Let's imagine this at the smaller level of the creation of a poem. What if everyone at Random House, including the janitor, could revise one of Marianne Moore or W.H. Auden's poems. By the time the last of the secretaries were done, there'd be no poem left.
Imagine if the janitors in the Hollywood studio, and the food production crew, were allowed to write dialogue, or insist that some of their own starred in every motion picture. Imagine if on every NBA team they had to include some of the guys from the ticketing office who either wanted to play, or wanted input into the plays that were being made.
Absurd, right?
Well, imagine this in the military. Let's say every private had the right to know exactly what every general was planning, and had input on every command that went out. Not only would it be time-consuming but also far more readily fall prey to espionage, and to selling secrets to the enemy.
Industrial espionage is also a huge concern for yogurt conglomerates, even down to Mr. Crabs' Crabby Patties on Spongebob (that darned Plankton!).
Similarly, if everyone responsible for Silly Bandz (I don't know who thought the idea up or where they were made, I just know that my kids are crazy about them, and the central office is in Toledo), that is, if everyone who helped to make them, knew about them in advance, and were part of the marketing, and decided for instance, that you had to add black and white (strictly speaking, it is doubtful whether black and white are even colors, according to my kindergartener who learned this in a science class in his last day of school, but if they are, I don't think they would be quite as popular, but let's say there was some ning-nong who insisted those "colors" be added, would they still sell as well?).
Nothing real is made in America any longer. It's all made in China.
But if anything of any quality is done, it's not done by committee. Anyone who has ever served on a committee knows that a committee cannot invent anything. All they can do is say yes or no, and even at best they do this slowly. No committee has ever written a novel, a poem, or designed a beautiful line of fashion.
It just isn't quick enough. Plus, it requires an individual genius.
Even a paper written in a college class is written by an individual. Even if it's not genius, it should be an individual's work.
Golf courses are designed by individuals. Buildings are designed by individuals. Junk is made by committees. All the junk in Wal-Mart comes out of "state capitalist" China. Some of it's needed, I guess. Fake noses, joke books, games of Monopoly, baseball and football cards, plastic footballs and safety baseballs, and all the other flotsam and jetsam of a child's life: all this is needed. Baby dolls, princess tiaras and swim suits with polka dots. All is needed. And all of this stuff can be made in China. So all the regulators and fancypants have already killed our industries with the possible exception of the fine arts (they are working on that, by insisting that the fine arts be politically correct). Burcak never once mentioned the fine arts in his book, so I don't know if they would be affected. Presumably he's talking about the production of ordinary items such as pots and pans and sponges, but America no longer makes these things. They are all made elsewhere, so does he plan to regulate Chinese production?
We do produce things like sports and arts, still, since those cannot be outsourced to crummy communist countries like China (with the exception of Yao Ming we haven't had any Chinese sports stars, and the few arts stars such as Jackie Chan came from capitalist Hong Kong, just before it switched over).
Would I have to have my golf swing checked by the Iteration Facilities Board before I produced a bogie? (Golf is a bigger industry than Hollywood.)
Does Burczak's book offer the idea that we can't import anything from China? or Mexico?
I'd be down with that, especially with regard to Chinese and Mexicans themselves (at least in their illegal variety).
Ok, I read a book that was over my head, and in an area in which I am not a specialist.
I think there was a lot of the use of words like "permission" and "authorize" especially at the end. I couldn't tell if he was summarizing arguments or endorsing them in many cases.
It would be one thing if these ideas were being formulated on the cheap by some frustrated goof like Marx in the blighted section of Cleveland between shifts as a used car salesman or making milkshakes at a drive-in. But these ideas: disallowance of inheritance of stocks, redistribution of all wealth, massive giveaways (a hundred grand) to teens, every notion has to go through many committees composed of the politically correct, a total ban on wages, government coercion and definition of the good, judicial activism, a universal consensus needed before production can be begun (presumably even in the arts), the abolition of private decision-making, (it all added up to a new totalitarianism): these ideas are being formulated by our best and brightest in universities such as Cornell, Chicago, and Denison. (A professor with a fully funded chair w/ the last name of Vanek at Cornell wants to introduce a CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT! to ban wage-labor.)
My one hope is that the hoi polloi cannot read this book. The prose is difficult. I could only do about twenty pages in a day, and struggled with the terminology (the author of the book helped me with it in a few cases). With a million copies of Hayek sold in the last two weeks, perhaps there is still time to stop the socialist dream. Burczak's book was produced by the University of Michigan in 2006, has not been widely ballyhooed, and even if it is bought due to my mention here, I doubt if anyone else would read it except me. I actually enjoyed it. It was a white-knuckle ride into the woolliest socialism ever imagined.
When I was done with the book I laid it down, shaking with fear, as if I'd been on the Cyclone at Coney Island, closed my eyes, folded my hands, and said the Lord's Prayer twenty times in a row. I opened my eyes, and saw my kids run past with their Silly Bandz up and down their arms, and thought: is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.















