It’s awful lonely here in Centerville, sandwiched between the left and the right. There used to be quite a few of us, but some hard lines have been drawn in the sand in the last four years. They call me names, like Wishy-washy and No-guts, but I just can’t buy what the major parties are selling anymore.
The progressives are determined to put the country on a Bataan-like death march to what they call “sustainability” and “social justice”. They demand massive amounts of investments to get us off of the fossil fuel train. Now I’m for renewables as much as the next guy, but I’m enough of a realist to understand that solar and wind ain’t gonna get us there unless we cover half the country with panels and wind farms. (And of course, no one wants them anywhere near where they live, and the environmentalists go into fits at the thought of covering Mama Gaia with ugliness.) They crusade against the rich, and want to remake capitalism into a safe haven for permanent living-wage jobs. But without consumerism and risk-takers with cash to buy and invest, what kind of jobs will there be for the future?
I agree with the conservatives on the need to pay our bills and self-reliance, but that’s about it. Too many religious wackos and warmongers for my tastes.
There are Greens and Libertarians, but they tend to be even more stuck in Fantasyland than the Establishment parties.
I hear a lot of loose talk about secession, since the current stalemate has made the country virtually ungovernable, and I often wonder which of these brave new worlds I could fit into. Flee to Canada? Mexico? I think not.
So I guess I’ll just have to stay here and keep complaining, and if the country breaks up I’ll just head for the hills and live in a cave. (My wife is saying “WHAT?…I’m not living in a stinking cave!”)
Like I said, it’s awful lonely here in the middle.