You know how dealing with the government can drive you mad, including that pre-emptive warning not to use the language so hard to suppress when told they’re experiencing a “higher than usual call volume” for the 20th straight year? Turns out you’re not alone. And while misery may not love this kind of company, maybe the bureaucrats can help us claw our way back to sanity.
Yes, them. Because when I say you’re not alone I don’t just mean all the others on hold cursing the bot offering baffling opportunities to learn more about the muzak tormenting them. I mean the person scrambling to get to your call from the other side is also on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Possibly not the near side.
The Peter principle says people who demonstrate competence keep getting promoted until they finally reach a job they’re bad at. Which is also clearly an issue here, though if you’ve dealt with, say, the Canada Revenue Agency you know some go-getters reach their level of incompetence remarkably fast.
Here it is timely to invoke G.K. Chesterton’s maxim that the opposite of funny isn’t “serious,” it’s “not funny.” Because expanding bureaucracy, with its powerful built-in causes, is both at once.
Remember Tocqueville’s warning against covering society with “a network of small, complicated, minute, and uniform rules, which … enervates, it extinguishes, it stupifies, and finally it reduces each nation to … a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd.” And now there’s a new proposal to make everyone wear lifejackets in all boats at all times, killing fun including the joy of competence essential to good citizenship.
Such things are dangerous to a nation. And to the bureaucrats, because people busy with things that matter don’t go about strapping strong swimmers into PFDs.
I realize from a purely materialistic point of view that government employees get far better pay and absurd consequence-free job security. (Better than they realize it, judging by the self-pitying online ad the algorithms keep sending me demanding huge raises for these exhausted pillars of society. Not for them, apparently, Burns’ prayer to see themselves as others do, for instance taxpayers.) But a bureaucrat does not live by bread alone. To spend one’s day doing “repetitive, menial and uninspiring tasks” eats away at the soul.
As Chesterton also says, “at bottom the only good news to any son of Adam” is that “Your life has not been useless.” Their professional one generally is.
So is the process irreversible? Will our civilization end not with a bang but with an interdepartmental memo? Perhaps not, because even the state faces material, moral, and morale limits.
For at least 60 years, and arguably 100, we’ve responded to any problem real or imaginary by giving governments more responsibilities, powers, and money. And certainly there is a fanatical class dug in on the commanding heights that cannot grasp, say, that private health care has the same relationship to socialized medicine as supermarkets to collective farms. But even those inside it are starting to find excessive bureaucracy literally intolerable.
So give me your huddled public servants yearning to breathe free. Like the rest of us suppressing the urge to cuss, collapse, or both. We can all do better, and feel better doing it.