So, because the Free Market (blessings and peace be upon it!) admires this “skill set” a thousand times more than a teacher, a firefighter, or a cop, we are obliged to set aside our irrational prejudices and genuflect to its ineffable wisdom? This must be a wondrous skill set.
Certainly more complicated than teaching a class of thirty kids so that the bright kids remain engaged and the duller children are not left behind. Certainly demands more skills than interfering with a violent domestic dispute without anyone getting hurt. In comparison, deciding whether it is worth the risk to enter a burning building is mere child’s play, yes?
This skill set, does it oblige a man to be a patriot, to inform his decisions based on what is good for his country? Is he obliged to be socially responsible, to set aside profit for the greater good? No, no, he is obliged to be a communicant in the Church of Mammon, a Mammonite, if you will. To bend his knee only to the holy Free Market (blessings and peace, etc.). If ten thousand Americans will lose their jobs but that will bump the blessed bottom line by .5%, then the Free Market has spoken, hollow be its name.
This Free Market, what is its nature? Can its existence be proven? Can it make a burrito in cannot eat? It can certainly make a product it cannot sell, the miracle of New Coke, for instance. Can it be shown, proven, that its decisions are wise and just? Does it value the weak and the lame, or does it simply think of them as rather insignificant sources of revenue?
Tell me again why we should admire a skill set so arbitrary and capricious? Tell me why I should admire a man who has dedicated his entire life to winning a rat race? And why I should admire him a thousand times more than the man who patrols my streets, or teaches my child?
This is what we value, this is what we have struggled to achieve, a shining gated community on a hill? The Irish love poets, the French, painters, the Italians, opera singers. We love salesmen.