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'In my view, there still is an output gap and I think that it will continue
to create some downward inflation pressure, which may be offset by other
things, such as rising inflation expectations for example or by the fall
of the dollar, or other factors.' ~ Governor 'Gutenberg' Bernanke, Q&A
before the Investment Analysts' Society of Chicago.
'Plunkett used to say there was this difference between boys' kites and
men's kites: that, with boys, the wind raised the kites; but, with men, the
kites raised the wind' ~ Riddles and Jokes, 1859
In the fabled land of Aeranova, there was a palpable sense of anticipation
in the air, an unwonted feeling of urgency as the citizens rushed to and fro
in the cobbled streets of the capital.
The little port, nestling in its sheltered bay, also bustled with a throng
of excited newcomers, as the curious, the credulous, and the cynical disembarked
there, attracted - as men unfailingly are - to the hubbub of a Boom.
For, on Aeranova, you see, there had arisen a New Thing, a shift in men's
thinking, a collective enthusiasm - even a mania - for the new endeavour of
Otium production.
Tired of working long hours in the wheat fields, weary of sweating over forges
and hammers in the factories, the Aeranovans had come to believe that ease
and prosperity could be more directly had, by setting up an Otium industry.
True, you couldn't actually eat Otium, or clothe yourself in it, or use it
to protect yourself from the elements and, No, it was hard to say just when
the multitude of newly formed Otium enterprises themselves would begin to repay
the efforts of those involved in their creation, but that was hardly to point.
Besides, if men only paid heed to the naysayers, the curmudgeons who cast
a sceptical eye over all things new, in what primitive state would humanity
have been left to languish, with all progress so derided?
No, the Aeranovans were a far more optimistic people than that. Whose forefathers
were they who had moved to this land of Milk And Honey and whose had fought
to throw off the garb of tradition and the robes of inherited privilege in
which the Metropolis had sought to wrap them?
But, such self-regarding Jingoism aside, the key fact was that local bank
of issue had become a fervent supporter of such risk-taking and had graciously
accommodated the entrepreneurs involved by providing them with the means with
which to carry on their undertakings in that industry of tomorrow, the Otium
business.
Also, the stock jobbers and promoters had already moved in to help the common
people buy and sell (but mostly buy) their own stakes in the business, so helping
spread the participation in its expected bounty far beyond the circles of the
favoured few.
As the rush intensified, more and more people quit their fields and closed
their tool shops; more boarded up their mines and more abandoned their medical
studies to join in the great leap forward, to be a part of building Aeranova's
shining new Tomorrow.
All of this, it was noted in some quarters, had already had some obvious,
indeed, some slightly worrying, consequences, in that Aeranova - once a land
fabled for the fecundity of its soil and for the prolificacy of its citizens
- had begun to make up the growing shortfall in items for everyday consumption
by issuing notes to the foreigners, whose merchants and their agents were filling
its quayside inns, as they came to sell the grain and fuel, the clothing and
the machinery, formerly made in Aeranova itself.
For their part, the foreigners were happy, at first, to trade their hard-laboured
goods for a share in the virtual goldmine which Otium production was bound
to entail. And, if a sea captain or owner of a manufactory did want a little
more immediate reward for his exchange, he only had to take the Aeranovans
paper along to his own bank of issue back home, where he would be given the
means to buy goods on his local market, forthwith!
However, there came a time when, some way through the construction of the
vast, interlocking network of shops, factories and offices all devoted to the
production, storage, marketing, sale and financing of - not to mention, to
the speculation in - Otium, a sudden and unheralded collapse of confidence
set in.
This shattering epiphany, came about when, having built all bar the top few
courses of this pyramid of faith, the increasingly obviously disconnect between
the seemingly endless resources being poured into Otium production and the
scanty remuneration - present or prospective - accruing from it, set off a
counter-reaction; a revulsion.
In truth, of course, this was all much more than a sudden gestalt, but it
resulted when the bank of issue - which had been fostering a world of insupportable
illusions - at last suffered its own failure of will and faltered in its provision
of ever more credit.
Instantly, the higher costs pertaining thereto could no longer be borne by
the large numbers of intrinsically unprofitable undertakings and the wave of
easy money broke violently on the unyielding foreshore of hard physical scarcity.
Now, almost overnight, the same men who had eagerly fought to join in the
game, quitting their jobs to work in it and mortgaging their property to buy
shares in it, scrambled even more violently to be out.
In the ensuing panic, stock prices plunged, collateral values were slashed,
net indebtedness rose alarmingly, and people were thrown out of work wholesale,
as Otium companies everywhere either shrivelled alarmingly or folded completely.
All would have been calamity - though all also might have been salutary -
if the bank of issue had not stepped in and diverted men's attention by offering
more and more credit against the tangible goods they had, especially against
their dwelling places.
Indeed, before long, where men had once left their fields fallow to join the
Otium mania, they now returned to them, but only to level the ground and to
lay foundations upon them so that ever more houses could be built there.
For, it was obvious, wasn't it, that the rapid rise in the price of houses
which soon materialized proved they were in acute undersupply (though a few
did stop to ponder if they were only in such a state of seemingly urgent scarcity
when compared to the flood of new credit being made available specifically
for their purchase)?
Of course, with fewer fields than ever before under the plough and with industrial
plant being bulldozed to make way for suburban shantytowns of plaster and ply,
the Aeranovans found they had even more need of foreign comestibles than ever
before and so, for a while, their external debts mounted as sharply as ever.
This time, however, their foreign partners were much less willing creditors
and though they still came to offer their wares on Aeranova's markets, they
were keen to rid themselves of its currency as soon as possible thereafter,
either swapping it for their own paper - in a similar manner, but to a much
greater degree, than they did previously - or, a more novel development, spending
it for tangible goods of their own, whether for use in production or for their
own personal satisfaction.
As this went on, it became increasingly apparent that the only things being
turned out globally in ever greater numbers were paper money and unbacked credit
and that the overwhelming proportion of this was for destined for use in unproductive
(and certainly for unreproductive) purposes.
In contradistinction to this universal outpouring, the Aeranovans were offering
just as little of tangible value to their trading partners as before.
Moreover, whereas their taste for unearned consumption had not been diminished
by this, or by the inconvenience that numbers of them were idle, now that the
Otium business was in decline, the consumptive appetites of their commercial
counterparts abroad had been similarly increased by the relative surfeit of
monetary assets - whether Aeranovan or home-grown - they now possessed.
Prices everywhere of goods and services, not just financial assts and property,
inevitably began to rise and with them came a growing murmur, a groundswell
of discontent that the Aeranovan bank should continue no longer as it had,
issuing essentially 'kited' cheques against its borrowers' homes and so driving
this spiral of imbalance into a vortex of exhaustion.
But, no, replied the good bank governors - pausing for a moment from their
Sisyphean task of printing off enough money to ensure a sufficiency of 'purchasing
power' for all - there could be no worries if a few, scattered prices rose
here and there.
Who worried if these were prices of those quintessentially volatile categories
of food and fuel; or if they were to be 'hedonically' adjusted to make a new
$500 suit with three buttons seem like the old $250 one with two; or if the
typical shopping basket was 'chain-weighted' (stoically-adjusted, perhaps?)
to reflect the fact that the new $500 suit was unavoidably left on the rack
in favour of the more affordable (if also now dearer) $100 dungarees?
After all, the bankers pleaded, was there not an 'output gap', was there not
evidence of slack in the economy?
Look at all the people still in need of work, they cried. Lo! Behold all the
empty offices and half-idled factories. Were these not evidence of an excess
of capacity whose gradual re-employment would prevent the higher prices from
becoming a self-sustaining dynamic, even if the printing presses did continue
to hum?
But, alas, it was already too late for such blandishments to indifference.
The ordinary Aeranovans had finally woken up to the fact that the same goods
now took more money to buy and, worse, that they might soon cost even more
in the near future, so their purchase had better not be deferred any longer
than was necessary.
The Aeranovans also began to notice that they could not get goods on such
easy terms from abroad as formerly, whether by dint of the fact their currency
was not so readily accepted, or because their creditworthiness was deemed to
have fallen, so increasing the discount rate applied to their assets.
Never fear, the government assured them. If you can't buy it abroad, look
at all those people eager for work here at home. Look at all the factories
ready to put on an extra shift, or to bring some plant out of mothballs.
Just keep asking for goods at the stores, came the exhortation, and the orders
will soon go out to our domestic businessmen and, before you know it, we'll
soon be back to full employment - a goal surely worth the minor irritation
of modestly higher prices, wouldn't you say?
Sadly, however, when the orders did pass up the chain, what the Aeranovans
found was that many of the idle workers only knew how to make unwanted Otium
and so could neither guide a plough, nor operate a lathe.
What looked like a spare 'pool of labour' was, it transpired, now unskilled
- perhaps, 'de-skilled' would be more apposite - in the tasks required of its
members; members who were thus reluctant to re-enter the workforce at the lower
wages and reduced seniority to which their lack of experience (and lesser marginal
value) condemned them.
Even more of a hindrance, was the discovery that much of the 'idle capacity'
upon which the authorities had predicated their 'patient' attitude to monetary
'accommodation' was underutilized for one reason and one reason alone - it
was capacity mistakenly put in place during the Otium boom, very little of
which could be redeployed to mine the ores and cast the steel, to drill the
wells and refine the oils, which a clamouring populace needed to more closely
meet its own needs.
Thus, a series of rude awakenings were to end the pleasant reveries back into
which Aeranovans had been lulled after the earlier dreams of Otium had ended
in their own, sudorific nightmare.
Firstly, they had realized that ever higher prices - and its corollary, an
ever lower value of their money - was a very real prospect and, acting to counter
this, they could only intensified its progression.
Secondly, their foreign suppliers, too, had sought to protect their interests
by charging more for their goods, or by selling the Aeranovan dollar more readily
on the exchanges.
In addition, many of these suppliers were waking up to the fact that even
their own domestic money was no longer commanding as many real resources as
it did, so they were beginning to mimic the Aeranovans' response to the fall
in its value.
Thirdly, when the Aeranovans sought to meet their needs internally, they found
that the rusting legacy of the previous Boom was an overhang of plant, equipment
and personnel which was predominantly, if not wholly, incompatible with the
aim of meeting this challenge.
They learned that pyramids do not make petrochemicals; that residential real
estate cannot be brought to produce rubber or rice; that fibre-optics are poor
substitutes for either food crops or fuel cells: in summary, they saw that
much of what was deemed to be 'slack' - where not simply wilfully being withheld
from the market because its selling price was too low for its previously miscalculating
and now self-spiting owners' taste - was in fact capital frozen uselessly into
wholly redundant and largely unsalvageable forms.
What the Aeranovans were confronted with was the reality that check-kiting
- extending credit against promises of future payment unrelated to the prior
existence of saleable products or of income-generating property - is the route
to ruin, not riches.
What the Aeranovan central bank was forcibly taught was that the only 'output
gaps' which matter are the ones between its governors' specious pronouncements
and their genuine intellectual content and between the pernicious effects of
the bank's output of unbacked monetary substitutes and the beneficent credit
which arises from its citizens' suspension of the right of use and the temporary
transfer of property to one another through means of voluntary saving.
Sadly, for us all, this is not a fable - merely a retelling of what we have
all been living through these past few years.
As prices continue to rise and as new anxieties replace the phantasms of deflation
with which the Fed has for long sought to frighten us children into a cowering
quiescence, think about the Aeranovans and realize the following essential
Austrian truths.
Only Keynes and his fellow travellers have ever believed that they could make
bread from stones simply by printing more money; that by running the printing
presses there would be jobs for all, chickens in every pot and Hummers in every
drive.
No. Entrepreneurialism, rooted in genuine savings, is what builds economies
- foolish economics and even more foolish politics are what contracts them.
For all that it would be comforting to think it, we cannot 'will' ourselves
to riches for, 'If wishes were horses, then beggars might ride'. Neither is
mere technological ability, nor scientific advancement, a sufficient - perhaps,
not even at first a necessary - condition. Instead, there must be foundations
of thrift, sound money, personal liberty and inviolate property rights to give
us the soil to till and also the plough with which to turn it, not to mention
the incentive to try.
The Fed's failing is that it can only influence economic outcomes in the short
run by fraudulently subverting all four of these and thereby it is damned to
a series of overlapping failures.
But all is not gloom and doom, for Mankind's salvation from this Collectivist
evil lies in the fact that every one of the six billion-odd of us who does
not work for the State is a potential entrepreneur and neither he, nor those
of us who work for him, can long provide a livelihood for our own families
without making the material aspect of the lives of our fellows marginally better
as we do.
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