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  ALL THE TROUBLE

  IN THE WORLD

  ALSO BY P. J. O’ROURKE

  Modern Manners

  The Bachelor Home Companion

  Republican Party Reptile

  Holidays in Hell

  Parliament of Whores

  Give War a Chance

  Age and Guile Beat Youth, Innocence,

  and a Bad Haircut

  The American Spectator’s Enemies List

  Eat the Rich

  The CEO of the Sofa

  ALL THE TROUBLE IN THE WORLD

  The Lighter Side of Overpopulation,

  Famine, Ecological Disaster,

  Ethnic Hatred, Plague, and Poverty

  P. J. O’ROURKE

  Copyright © 1994 by P. J. O’Rourke

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  O’Rourke, P. J.

  All the trouble in the world: the lighter side of overpopulation, famine, ecological disaster, ethnic hatred, plague, and poverty / by P. J. O’Rourke.

  I. Title.

  PN6162.O73 1994 818′.5402—dc20 94-21547

  ISBN 0-87113-611-2 (pbk.)

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  Atlantic Monthly Press

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  For Ed and Myra Downer

  Who went to a lot of trouble

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Writing this book required an enormous amount of help from friends. To them goes the credit. I’ll take the money. Writing this book also required an enormous amount of help from enemies. Particularly, I’d like to thank Vice President Al Gore for being the perfect straw man on such subjects as the environment, ecology, and population. Sorry, Al, for repeatedly calling you a fascist twinkie and intellectual dolt. It’s nothing personal. I just think you have repulsive totalitarian inclinations and the brains of a King Charles spaniel.

  As always I owe a huge debt (and, pay advances considered, I mean that literally) to Rolling Stone magazine. Jann Wenner, friend and boss, has allowed me the latitude to rave and vociferate, although he disagrees with almost all my opinions. (I’ll make a Republican of you yet, Jann. Just wait until you do your estate planning for the kids.)

  Rolling Stone underwrote my trips to Somalia, the Amazon, Rio, ex-Yugoslavia, Haiti, and Vietnam. The “field work” in the chapters about famine, the environment, saving the earth, multiculturalism, plague, and poverty first appeared, in somewhat different forms, in Rolling Stone. Editor Eric Etheridge gave shape and sense to these stories, carefully applying large dabs of Gibberish Remover™ to my manuscripts. And Tobias Perse and Corey Seymour did the real work—phoning military juntas to see if they take the Visa card, making sure my war-zone hotel rooms had color TV and a heated pool, and scouring encyclopedias to find out if King Charles spaniels really do have lower IQs than U.S. vice presidents.

  A number of other individuals and organizations deserve special thanks for their assistance and succor. Tina Mallon, Nick and Mary Eberstadt, Andy and Denise Ferguson, and Chris and Lucy Buckley listened to me prate about this book for two years and none of them surrendered to the temptation to stuff an oven mitt in my mouth or hit me over the head with a bottle. Instead they gave me ideas, encouragement, and help in my legwork. Nick Eberstadt used his expertise in population studies, economics, and statistics to aid me (and the reader) in making some sense of the numbers in this book (though I am sole author of all errors in same). And Nick explained to me the mysteries of the Georgetown University Library stacks and showed me where they keep the books with the good parts. (Fourth floor. Ovid. But you’d better be able to read Latin.)

  The Cato Institute in Washington, D.C., made all its very considerable resources available to me and named me “H. L. Mencken Research Fellow,” in case I needed a business card to upset liberals. Cato President Ed Crane also found the F. Scott Fitzgerald quote which prefaces this book. My thanks to him and to Cato Executive Vice President David Boaz and, especially, to Cato’s Director of Natural Resource Studies Jerry Taylor. To Jerry I owe not only much of the information but most of the thinking and many of the jokes in my chapters about the environment and ecology. Jerry is to the idiot environmentalists what … well, what pollution is to the environment.

  Wisdom, enlightenment, and inside poop were also provided by Grover Norquist of Americans for Tax Reform, John A. Baden of the Foundation for Research on Economics and the Environment, Daniel S. Peters of Procter & Gamble and by the writers, scholars, and staff members at the American Spectator, the American Enterprise Institute, the Heritage Foundation, and Hillsdale College.

  I’d like to thank Amy Kaplan Lamb for the extraordinary job she did fact-checking this book. Any facts found to be nonfactual are that way because of pigheaded author insistence, not because Amy didn’t know better. And I’d like to thank Larry Gray for providing the author with Caribbean R&R after Christmases spent, successively, in Somalia and Haiti.

  Thanks are also due to people for their written works: to the late Warren Brookes for his newspaper columns about bad public policy thinking; to the late Friedrich Hayek for his seminal condemnation of government planning, The Road to Serfdom; and to the unlate, fully extant, Peter W. Huber for Galileo’s Revenge, his analysis of the evil effects of “junk science” on systems of law.

  I have tried to make a list, as best I could, of people who helped me with individual chapters. Some names have been left out to save careers or protect reputations; other names are missing because of the amnesia of ingratitude. My apologies for any untoward exclusions (or inclusions, as the case may be).

  Photojournalist John Giannini traveled with me to both Bangladesh and Vietnam. Not only was he a boon companion and a great picture taker but he also did extensive fact-finding about both countries and made all the labyrinthine tour arrangements with the Vietnamese government. Plus, in Bangkok, John took me to a bar full of the most amazingly beautiful half-naked … caring and sensitive individuals of the female gender, whom I respected as persons, honest.

  In Somalia ABC Radio’s John Lyons once again hired me as “Correspondent-Without-a-Clue.” The broadcast professionals in Mogadishu were patient with my useless presence. Special thanks to Carlos Mavroleon, one of the few people (Somalis included) who know something about Somalia, and to Neil Patterson and Nasser Al Ibrahim, two of the original “combat accountants,” who were always ready with a huge pile of dirty Somali banknotes when we needed them.

  In the Amazon I had the great pleasure of traveling with Craig Nelson, Brenda Segel, Juan Tejada, and T. & B.S. (whose identities must remain secret because they are being pursued, very slowly, by sloths). Sean Macy provided me with heaps of material for the historical section of the Environment chapter.

  Much of the research in the Ecology chapter was drawn from the labor of Ronald Bailey, whose book Eco-Scam was published by St. Martin’s Press in 1993, and from the work of Ben Bolch and Harold Lyons, whose book Apocalypse Not was published by the Cato Institute the same year. A long talk with Bailey, Jerry Taylor, and Kent Jeffreys
, director of Environmental Studies at the Competitive Enterprise Institute, gave me the outline for my ecological arguments.

  My trip to the Czech Republic was organized by Therese Lyons at the National Forum Foundation, which organization is devoted to fostering democracy and individual rights in the former communist world. Therese also put together a giant package of background information about East bloc pollution. Forum Foundation’s president, Jim Denton, met me in Prague and arranged to have Ivanna Husák and Martin Weiss show me around and translate. If I managed to explain anything of the political and economic complexities in the Czech Republic, it is as a result of the efforts of Ivanna, Martin, Jim, and Therese.

  I was able to drive about in style and comfort behind the former Iron Curtain due to the good offices of my old friend David E. Davis, Jr., editor and publisher of Automobile magazine. David E. called Jürgen Hödel at the Mercedes-Benz press office and Jürgen persuaded Mercedes to loan me a splendid 300 diesel sedan. I would argue that the appearance of this marvelous crimson vehicle in Chabarovice, Libkovice, and Ústí nad Labem made more converts to capitalism in a week than Radio Free Europe did in four decades. My thanks also to Jürgen and Cindy Hödel for their kind hospitality when I returned to Germany.

  In Rio de Janiero I fell in with Juan William Parke from Tulane University. Juan has a keen eye for the absurd and got an eyeful of it at the Earth Summit. I have borrowed liberally from his vision.

  Rolling Stone’s brother publication Men’s Journal, under the fine editorship of John Rasmus, sent me back to my alma mater, where Miami University’s Vice President for University Relations and Director of University Communication Richard D. Little arranged for me to pester everyone on campus. And Miami University President Paul Risser was a more than indulgent host. (Sorry about the food fight. That wasn’t a real Renoir, was it?) I’d also like to thank David and Sue Frazier who, through their respective positions in the Miami English Department and Miami Student Aid Office in the 1960s, gave me the chance to get a college education in the first place. (Please know you’re not responsible for what I’ve done with it.) And thanks, too, to Bill and Dee Dee Bartlett and Martha Williams, who’ve been my friends for more than a quarter of a century now. And we’re still going out and having just as much fun as we ever did in the 1960s. Or let’s say we are, anyway.

  For assistance in my travels through former Yugoslavia (and for the loan of a flak jacket) I’d like to thank Bob Simpson of the BBC and his cameraman, Tuna. The ebullient and brave—as it turned out, too brave—Tuna would be killed in the fighting not long after I left Bosnia. And I’d like to thank Ed Gorman of the London Times, from whom I shamelessly stole the description of downtown Zagreb: “an old town of regulation charm, a hilltop cathedral inspiring the standard awe. …”

  My doctor, William Hughes, prepared medical kits for all my journeys and made sure that I had the right shots, vaccinations, and, as it were, prophylactics. For the Plague chapter Dr. Hughes also delved into medical libraries in pursuit of technical literature about childhood diarrhea and explained to me what this technical literature meant. My thanks to him and to Dan Epstein at the Pan American Health Organization, Chris Isham at ABC News, Richard Morse and Ronald Derenoncourt in Haiti, and AP Caribbean News Editor David Beard, author of the slogan “Diarrhea—It Can Be Contained.”

  And, finally, my trip to Vietnam was greatly aided by Senator John McCain, once a POW there, and by Garnett Bell, director of the U.S. Office for POW/MIA Affairs in Hanoi—sterling gentlemen both.

  In closing I would like to express the greatest appreciation of—indeed, would fain write an encomium to—my editor and publisher, Morgan Entrekin; my publisher in Great Britain, Jacqui Graham; my lecture agent, Don Epstein; his chief of staff, Holly Berger, who arranged much of my travel; and my literary agent, Bob Dattila. My style of writing does not turn much toward praise or gratitude. Excuse me, each of you, if I am rusty in these forms of expression. Thanks.

  —P. J. O’Rourke

  March Hare Farm

  Sharon, New Hampshire

  “I read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter every year,” said Tom genially. “It seems that pretty soon the earth’s going to fall into the sun—or wait a minute—it’s just the opposite—the sun’s getting colder every year.”

  —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  CONTENTS

  “MENCKEN’S LAW”

  Whenever A annoys or injures B on the pretense of saving or

  improving X, A is a scoundrel.

  —Newspaper Days, 1941

  1 FASHIONABLE WORRIES

  If Meat Is Murder, Are Eggs Rape?

  2 OVERPOPULATION

  Just Enough of Me, Way Too Much of You

  3 FAMINE

  All Guns, No Butter

  4 ENVIRONMENT

  The Outdoors and How It Got There

  5 ECOLOGY

  We’re All Going to Die

  6 SAVING THE EARTH

  We’re All Going to Die Anyway

  7 MULTICULTURALISM

  Going from Bad to Diverse

  8 PLAGUE

  Sick of It All

  9 ECONOMIC JUSTICE

  The Hell with Everything, Let’s Get Rich

  ALL THE TROUBLE

  IN THE WORLD

  1 FASHIONABLE WORRIES

  If Meat Is Murder, Are Eggs Rape?

  I

  This is a moment of hope in history. Why doesn’t anybody say so? We are no longer in grave danger of the atomic war which, for nearly fifty years, threatened to annihilate humanity and otherwise upset everyone’s weekend plans. The nasty, powerful and belligerent empire that was the Soviet Union has fallen apart. It’s nothing now but a space on the map full of quarreling nationalities with too many k’s and z’s in their names—armed Scrabble contestants. The other great malevolent regime of recent days, Red China, has decided upon conquest of the world’s shower flip-flop market as its form of global domination. The bad political ideas that have menaced our century—fascism, communism, Ted Kennedy for President—are in retreat. Colonialism has disappeared, and hence the residents of nearly a quarter of the earth’s surface are being spared visits from Princess Di. The last place on the planet where white supremacy held sway has elected a president of rich, dark hue. Apartheid-style racism is now relegated to a few pitiful and insignificant venues such as the U.S. Senate (and, if you think Caucasians have any claim to genetic superiority, imagine majoring in U.S. Senate Studies).

  Things are better now than things have been since men began keeping track of things. Things are better than they were only a few years ago. Things are better, in fact, than they were at 9:30 this morning, thanks to Tylenol and two Bloody Marys.

  But that’s personal and history is general. It’s always possible to come down with the mumps on V-J Day or to have, right in the middle of the fall of the Berlin Wall, a piece of it fall on your foot. In general, life is better than it ever has been, and if you think that, in the past, there was some golden age of pleasure and plenty to which you would, if you were able, transport yourself, let me say one single word: “dentistry.”

  We know the truth of these matters from stories we’ve heard in our own homes. Existence has improved enormously within the lifetimes of our immediate family members. My Grandfather O’Rourke was born in 1877 and born into a pretty awful world, even if we don’t credit all of his Irish embroidery upon the horrors. The average wage was little more than a dollar a day. That’s if you had a job. O’Rourkes were not known to do so. The majority of people were farmers, and do you know what time cows get up in the morning? Working outside all day before sunblock or bikinis had been invented, agricultural laborers got very spotty tans. People had to make their own fun, and, as with most do-it-yourself projects, the results were … witness quilting bees. And the typical old-fashioned diet was so bad it almost resembled modern dieting.

  Women couldn’t vote, not even incredibly intelligent First Ladies who were their own people a
nd had amazing inner strengths plus good luck playing the cattle futures market. (For all we know, Mrs. Rutherford B. Hayes had quite an eye for beef on the hoof.)

  Without a voting First Lady, there was no health-care reform. Of course, there was also no health care. And not much health. Illness was ever-present, and the most trivial infection might prove fatal. The germ theory of disease as argued by Pasteur was just another wacky French idea with no more effect on the people of the 1870s than Deconstructionism has on us. Men customarily wed multiple wives, not by way of philandering but because of deaths in childbirth. The children died, too, sometimes before a suitable foot-long nineteenth-century name could be given them. A walk through an old graveyard shows our ancestors often had more dead children than we have live ones.

  Pollution was unchecked and mostly unthought of. Sewage was considered treated if dumped in a river. Personal hygiene was practiced, when at all, on the face, neck, and hands up to the wrists. My mother’s mother (from the indoor-plumbing side of the family) said that, when she was little, a hired girl had told her to always wear at least one piece of clothing when washing herself “because a lady never gets completely undressed.”

  Everything was worse for everybody. Blacks could no more vote than women could and were prevented from doing so by more violent means. About 10 percent of America’s population had been born in slavery. “Coon,” “kike,” “harp” and “spic” were conversational terms. It was a world in which “nigger” was not a taboo name, but the second half of “Beavis and Butt-head” would have been.

  Nowadays we can hardly count our blessings, one of which is surely that we don’t have to do all that counting—computers do it for us. Information is easily had. Education is readily available. Opportunity knocks, it jiggles the doorknob, it will try the window if we don’t have the alarm system on.