The
Curse of Leadership
by
Bill Bonner
Bill
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Leaders
you're better off without them!
The problem
with the Fed-fueled stock market rally is that you can't trust it.
It's not based on anything solid. Investors are not really investing
in solid companies that are expected to produce solid growth and
profits in the years ahead. They're speculating that the Fed's EZ
money will boost share prices.
Maybe it will.
And maybe it won't.
It seems likely,
to us at least, that money printing by the Fed will push up the
stock market. But it also seems likely that people will soon begin
to wonder:
How long will
it last?
What will happen
when money printing ends?
Anticipating
the next phase is likely to touch off panic attacks... which could
have grim consequences for speculators.
In any event,
we're not speculators. So, we're out. We're bargain hunters. We're
real asset accumulators. We're lots of things. But we're not believers
in the miraculous powers of the Fed to turn stones into bread...
and we're not speculators on the uncertain and unpredictable consequences
of Fed money-pumping.
On Wednesday
the minutes from the Fed's January rate-setting committee meeting
seemed to spook investors. Turns out "many" committee officials
are starting to get spooked. They're wondering whether QE to Eternity
is really working. They're nervous about what unforeseen consequences
it might have. And they're worried about how they'll ever get out
of it.
The market
driven by the expectation of more and more QE will not take
a cutoff lightly. We saw on Wednesday that even a hint of it merely
a slight motion of the Fed's hand toward the faucet was enough
to send shivers up their spines.
And yesterday,
the market continued its jitters... but calmed somewhat. The Dow
went down a few points; gold held steady.
A
Disastrous Affair
But enough
of that... let's turn back to something more serious. We're reading
a good book called Furies
by Lauro Martines. It is the story as told by eyewitnesses of
the European wars between 1450 and 1700. What makes it important
from our standpoint is that it helps us understand the role of leadership
in human affairs.
In a word:
disastrous.
Which is not
to say that Europeans suffered bad leadership in the 15th, 16th
and 17th century. Au contraire. The problem was good leadership.
Gustavus Adolphus, the Duke of Marlborough, Blaise de Monluc. All
were good leaders. The trouble is, good leaders are usually bad.
Or the curse
is leadership, period.
The Renaissance
is regarded as a period of enlightenment... when rays of rational
thinking, science, art and cultural growth spread out over Europe.
The warmth and light fell first upon major centers of learning
principally in northern Italy and then penetrated into almost
every doorway.
This may be
true. But the period was hardly one in which standards of living
and the quality of life rose evenly and gently. Instead, it was
a time of almost unbelievably brutal warfare that caused suffering
on a scale not seen again until the wars of the 20th century.
War is a luxury
to some. It is a business to others. To most Europeans between 1450
and 1700 it was a nightmare. The typical peasant which is what
most people were during the period could barely support himself
and his family. The return on investment in agriculture was low.
A setback unseasonable weather, for example could cause whole
communities to starve.
There were
other setbacks, too. The bubonic plague struck Europe in the middle
of the 14th century. It carried off about a third of the population
rich and poor. Thereafter, it came back in waves... along with
other epidemics and diseases such as typhus and syphilis. Weakened
by bad harvests, people fell to the ground quickly when they got
sick.
But there was
still another major cause of death, destruction and misery: leadership.
As hard as it was to raise enough food to support a family it frequently
became impossible when groups of armed, murderous, often-starving
men invaded.
But this is
what often happened. While most people fought with the elements
for their survival, a few fought each other for profit, status and
power. These were the leaders of men... many of whom are still revered
today for their military achievements.
The
Competition for Power and Wealth
Europe had
been settled by tribes. They spoke different languages. They had
different customs. They worshipped different gods.
What they shared
were frontiers and ambitions and, often, bloodlust.
Leaders were
those who had managed to exert their power over an area... and over
a group. They now formed Europe's aristocracy an aristocracy whose
métier was fighting. They then jostled up against other
leaders... all of them warlike... and competed with them for more
power and more wealth.
Enterprising
local aristocrats called "enterprisers" would form their own
armies and sell their services to richer, more powerful aristocrats.
These would join together with still more powerful aristocrats
kings and dukes and go to war.
An army might
have soldiers from all over Serbs, French, English, Irish, Florentines,
Spanish, Catalan. These soldiers were regarded as the "scum of the
earth," by practically everyone. They were men who were frequently
on the run... or on the lam. Vagabonds, bums, murderers, mental
defectives they were usually illiterate and impoverished. Often,
they joined the army because it promised food. Sometimes they were
tricked or dragooned into service by roving press gangs.
These soldiers
were rough men by every measure. Then they were made rougher by
their own "enterprisers" who would cheat them regularly failing
to provide food and pay as promised.
You can imagine
what happened when a hungry, unpaid group of these ruffians marched
into a defenseless, isolated village. In the best of cases, they
demanded food... got it... billeted themselves in houses and barns...
and left. Then their food gone, villagers could try to figure out
how to stay alive.
But events
often took a much worse turn. From Furies:
"On
the morning of November 4, 1635," recournts Martines, "about three
hundred horsemen rode into Saint-Nicolas-de Port. Speaking "different
tongues, some were dressed in the German manner, others like Croats."
They broke into houses and churches, using axes, and then attacked
the inhabitants, stealing their clothing, stripping garments from
their backs, and beating them with swords blows or "billy clubs"
(nerfs de boeuf) to extract the whereabouts of their hiding places
for valuables.
They
were just as brutal with nuns and priests. Three days later the
horsemen having departed into town rode the German Protestants
and Swedish troops of Bernhard of Saxe-Weimar. They burst into the
church, where they "raped women and killed the celebrant priests
by battering them with candle holders and chalices."
Not
finding enough loot, they set fire to the roof of the church, having
first wiped lard onto its supporting wooden beams to increase the
intensity of the fire. The roof burned so fiercely that the lead
melted, "pouring down like rain in a storm."
The
bells, it seems, also melted, and the entire church was destroyed.
Not yet content, and evidently in a raging fury, the soldiers set
fire to the whole town, running down the streets, igniting one house
after another and killing anyone who got in their way.
In
1624, Saint-Nicolas-de-Port had 1,659 households. By 1639, the number
had plunged to a mere 45.
Loot,
Food and Gratification
This sort of
thing went on all over Europe for a period of 150 years. Whole villages
and towns were wiped out. Groups of marauders, deserters and "regular"
troops attacked everything and everyone they came upon.
The word "enemy"
had little meaning. Although the leaders and enterprisers had specific
enemies in mind and specific military objectives, the troops had
other ideas. They sought loot, food, gratification and took it
wherever and whenever they could get away with it.
Frequently,
towns were attacked by one side. And then by the other. And then
by the first again... and sometimes by a third or fourth group that
had entered the melee. The townspeople were beaten, raped and killed.
If they survived the direct assaults, they then had to survive without
food and often without shelter.
The soldiers
unpaid and unfed were probably as miserable as the peasants.
They died with such regularity mostly from disease and starvation
that when a young man went off to join the army his family believed
that they would never see him again. Most often, they never did.
Naturally,
the peasants hated soldiers of all types and took their revenge
on them when they could. Armed peasants would attack groups of soldiers
camped near their towns and massacre them. They would have done
better to fall upon the leaders.
The Duke of
Marlborough is celebrated for his famous victory at Blenheim, made
possible by a march from Bedburg to the Danube. How was it possible
to feed and supply such an army over that distance? It was not.
His men "lived off the land."
The land, however,
was not so rich that it could support the people living on it already
plus an army that numbered as many as 19,000. And the 250-mile trek,
across the Rhine, through Mainz and Heidelberg, was accomplished
in May, not in September.
This meant
the summer harvests had not yet been made and the people of the
region were already down to their last resources. What did the leader
of the English forces do to feed his army in Bavaria? He authorized
"free plunder." Remarkably, a woman, disguised as a soldier, Mrs.
Christian Davies, recorded what happened:
We miserably
plundered the poor inhabitants. We spared nothing, killing, burning
or otherwise destroying whatever we could [not] carry off. The
bells of the churches we broke to pieces that we might bring them
away with us.
Eight decades
earlier another English leader, the Duke of Buckingham, was responsible
for yet another misadventure. He landed on the tiny Island of Re,
near La Rochelle, with a force of about 10,000 to 12,000 men and
horses.
They were meant
to besiege and capture the citadel of St. Martin. But the duke had
neglected his logistics. He had little to feed his men. He repeatedly
sent his backers in London desperate pleas for food. But London
dithered.
Finally, the
troops were so weakened by sickness and hunger and by a reckless
assault on the citadel (during which it became clear that their
scaling ladders were too short to reach the top of the walls) that
they were forced to retreat.
The French
took advantage of the situation. They attacked as the English ran
for their ships. Few of them got back to England safely. The duke
was assassinated a little later by an enraged lieutenant.
Good riddance.
February
23,
2013
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Bonner is
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