ABSTRACT
The clock of history does not wind itself; its hands are moved by the sweat and blood of men and women who choose to be fully present on the stage of time. It is a stage often dressed for the bloodiest of wars. This present moment is no exception. Unwilling to forfeit the retrospective illusion of its own Manifest Destiny, a political regime at the helm of a mighty global empire is setting its course for a Pax Americana the likes of which has not been seen since the days of Imperial Rome. Determined to refight the old adversary of its Christian ancestors, Araby, with the unappeasable savagery of the legendary Crusaders, only this time augmenting its instruments of war with weapons of mass destruction, the United States marches forward to face its future. The movement of capital will delineate the horizon of this struggle. As educators wait in air-conditioned anticipation for a indication of what war might mean for the children of the Homeland, some waiving flags and some holding placards of protest, life grinds on in the classrooms of the nations’ schools, unemployment lines grow longer, and citizens from countries already devastated by underdevelopment dream of finding a way into the streets of Los Angeles. Welcome to the age of neoliberalism where few moments of history belong so captivatingly and completely to the ruling elite.
