07 December 2008
Watching a middle class vanish
The middle class are defined, at least by me, as those people who don't have the balls to be workers nor the brass to be gaffers. That is the reason why they are screaming that the recession is something that we all need to worry about - the cowardly little maggots want people to take to the streets on their behalf. Hopefully there will be only two chances of that happening: a dog's chance and no fucking chance. Let's just hope that all of our people will have the common sense to realise that this is not our fight. If that does happen, then we might just get a re-run of the Mexican Crisis of 1994-95 and be able to sit back and watch as a whole class vanishes down the toilet.
I gave you a few tips on how to survive an economic meltdown a couple of months ago, that was based on my experiences during that period, but now let's look at what happened when the middle class were left with their arses hanging out the window, all alone and afraid.
When the peso tanked all those years ago the new middle class that had been created by the easy credit and overvalued peso started to howl just as their counterparts in Britain are doing right now. They set up a pressure group called el Barzon to speak for them, and the very name of that body tells you just how weak they were to begin with.
A barzon is the yoke that is used to fix two oxen together for ploughing or whatever. Those pathetic little cockroaches couldn't even see themselves as a force in their own right: only as the yolk that held together the two mighty powers that are labour and capital. Well, they were in for a very big shock when they found out that neither team gave a shit about them.
That was made clear to all and sundry one fine day in early 1995 when this gang of life's little losers decided to march down Reforma, the main drag that cuts central Mexico City into two and where most of the embassies are located.
Very rarely will the police go into action against political demonstrators. The assumption is that if some group can mobilise a few thousand people then that group will have some powerful friends somewhere in government. Best to leave them alone and try and reroute the traffic as best they can, is the way that the police mind works.
However, that day the riot police went into action with gusto, and there was a great wailing and smashing of teeth. I saw one woman smashed over the head with a club and watched as she staggered out of the march with blood streaming down her face. She could barely see where she was walking and held her hands out in front of her, and expensive clutch handbag in one paw.
That was when someone from the crowd that was watching all this darted forward, grabbed the little slag's bag, and then had it away on his toes, bag and all.
Nobody tried to stop him because nobody in that crowd gave a shit about the creatures who were getting battered by the cops. The cops for their part had been given the wink to beat seven colours of shit out of the marchers.
What did the Barzon crowd do afterwards? They did sweet fuck all. They knew that they were on their own and they didn't have either the balls or the numbers to take things to the next level. As I said, the middle class lack the balls to be workers and the brass to be bosses.
The workers watched all this with indifference and only got worked up when their supplies of subsidised tortillas, beans and rice failed to arrive at the distribution points. On the odd occasions that this happened, then arses did sting in the bureaucracy as nobody fucks with the Mexican working class in that way.
As for the bosses, they switched over to a dollar economy for the duration of the crisis, or weathered the storm at their homes in France, Spain or the USA. They didn't care any more than my wife's lot did. Not our conflict.
The middle class. The new Mexican middle class that was created out of a few years of cheap credit vanished as if it had never been.