The idea was to utilize the "market" to gather intelligence
and monitor terrorist activities. But many public officials were shocked
and outraged. According to foxnews.com, Oregon Senator Ron Wyden called
the plan "a federal betting parlor on atrocities and terrorism."
Another Senator labeled it "unbelievably stupid." DARPA quickly
scrapped the plan.
Both the plan itself
and the ensuing fallout was a source of great amusement to me. On the
one hand, it seemed ludicrous – and a bit morbid. On the other hand,
it may not have been such a far fetched idea.
People gamble on commodity
futures every day. Putting their money into everything from pork bellies
to canola oil. If it's acceptable to wager on the rise and fall of the
price of butter and orange juice, why not the fall of Liberian President
Charles Taylor?
You can win money
by correctly predicting the winner of Big Brother 4, whether Hillary will
run for President in '04 and the guilt or innocence of Kobe Bryant. Even
the Security Alert Level for the month of August is open to traders.
Is trying to predict
where, when and how Yasser Arafat will meet his demise any more outrageous
than putting a few bucks down on the Cincinnati Bengals to win the Super
Bowl? One event is inevitable; the other would take a miracle –
where would you rather have your money?
In Las Vegas, you
can pay $10,000 for the "privilege" of shooting naked women
with a paint ball gun. (No kidding.) There was some publicized opposition,
but as far as I know, the owner is still sending bare-bottomed babes into
the desert to fend off armed assailants. "Hunting Bambi" isn't
any less absurd and distasteful than wagering on whether or not they'll
find Weapons of Mass Destruction.
When, according to
a report on foxnews.com, Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz told
outraged Senators "I share your shock at this kind of program,"
was he speaking of the Terrorism Futures Market or the Florida State Football
team?
Betting is a way of
life in America. The proposition, not necessity, is the mother of invention.
"Bet you can't build a machine that's faster than the horse and buggy."
So why does this idea "shock" so many?
In the Sports Futures
Market – also known as the Sports Book, it would not be shocking
to find propositions predicting the first NFL head coach to be fired this
season, the first quarterback sidelined with an injury or the first player
suspended for violating the league's drug policy.
So why not a government-run
market to predict the downfall of terrorist leaders? I'd show a lot more
compassion for Brett Favre going down for the season with a broken leg
than I would if Saddam Hussein turns up dead in an abandoned oil field.
Wouldn't you?
If someone as squeaky
clean as Kobe Bryant once was can find himself in the trouble he's in
now; if they can broadcast "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy"
on television; if Jerry Springer can run for the U.S. Senate; then it
shouldn't be so repugnant that I celebrate the death of a murderous tyrant
and make a couple of bucks in the process.
If you think about
it, I bet you'll agree with me. And I wouldn't be surprised if the now-defunct
Terrorism Futures Market spawns a bevy of internet and office pools -
move over NCAA Basketball Tournament. Name the time and place Saddam takes
one between the eyes. Winner takes all.
But seriously, folks.
People are getting rich off soybeans, hog lean and cocoa. Somebody's going
to win a bundle on the World Series – someone else on the Super
Bowl. If a guy in Iowa became the latest Joe Millionaire the day they
pull Osama out of the rubble in Afghanistan, I wouldn't lose any sleep
over it.
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