We don't have the choice of attempting to heal the growing sickness that way it would seem.
A federal court of appeals, the Fifth Circuit, has touched upon the internationalization of the DNA of MOMCOM, bringing clear focus to the strange creature MOMCOM is.
In a case decided yesterday, that court dealt with a complex subject:
This case involves two class actions brought by gasoline retailers against oil production companies (most of which are owned in whole or in part by OPEC member nations), alleging antitrust violations.(In RE: Refined Petro, page 1). The case involved antitrust violations against companies in many nations, from Saudi Arabia, Venezuela, to the USA, and the bottom line ended up being:
Convinced that these matters deeply implicate concerns of foreign and defense policy, concerns that constitutionally belong in the executive and legislative departments, we conclude that we lack jurisdiction to adjudicate the claims. We hold alternatively that the complaints seek a remedy that is barred by the act of state doctrine, that is, an order and judgment that would interfere with sovereign nations’ control over their own natural resources. Accordingly, we affirm the judgment dismissing the complaints.(ibid). In other words, you will have to solve these problems over in a department of government where the people, in the form of a jury, will have nothing to do with it, and where laws of evidence and sworn truth do not apply.
Some of those nations have a king who is the police, the congress, the judge, and the jury, so it is clear what we can expect in that forum, because "the king can do no wrong".
The international scene, where our future plays out, is composed in some cases of various kings who can do no wrong, each doing something different, each competing against the other for our oil money, the price we pay for their goodies.
And the U.S. federal court says our country's judicial system can't do anything about what they charge us for their oil products, which we use for just about everything we do each day.
As you might surmise, that reminds me of a song:
Broken hands on broken ploughs(Everything Is Broken, Bob Dylan). Even the mechanic's shop, where things go to be repaired, is broken.
Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken
The states are going broke, the nation is going broke, meanwhile the military is all over the place breaking things.
Everything is broken.