Surviving Capitalism (Not) : Where the elites like to socialize and hang out, Part 2 of 2

We’ve lived so long under the spell of hierarchy—from god-kings to feudal lords to party bosses—that only recently have we awakened to see not only that “regular” citizens have the capacity for self-governance, but that without their engagement our huge global crises cannot be addressed. The changes needed for human society simply to survive, let alone thrive, are so profound that the only way we will move toward them is if we ourselves, regular citizens, feel meaningful ownership of solutions through direct engagement. Our problems are too big, interrelated, and pervasive to yield to directives from on high.
—Frances Moore Lappé, excerpt from Time for Progressives to Grow Up

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Where the elites like to socialize and hang out, Part 2 of 2

by Ron Horn.

This is the conclusion of our visits to "gentlemen's clubs" where the elite of the Empire like to hang out. If you haven't read Part 1, please do so as it provides an explanation as to why we even bother we these people.

Originally I planned to visit a number of such places, but I find that most of their websites, if they exist at all, and unlike the friendly Home House club in London, offer very limited information. The one we are "visiting" today, the Alibi Club in Washington, DC fits this description.

The Alibi Club is both very exclusive and secretive, and they don't have a website to visit. They limit their numbers to 50. What really drew my attention from perusing the Wikipedia website was the list of former and existing members. The list reads like a Who's Who of the Empire, that is, past and present members who have worked so hard to establish the current Anglo-American Empire after their defeat of the German Empire, the Third Reich, in WWII.

This online article entitled "My Alibi? They Wouldn't Answer Answer Man" is the best information I could find about this club. It appears to be a compilation of pictures and articles from several sources. Here is the response a journalist received when he dared to inquire at their door:

Answer Man paid a visit to the Alibi Club on Friday. He walked up the metal steps and, finding the outer door open, ascended to a small vestibule and confronted a locked green door. What, he wondered, was behind the green door?

Answer Man buzzed the intercom, introduced himself and said: "I wondered if I could talk to someone about the Alibi Club."

"Sorry, no," came the answer.