Quick note to the campaigner-in-chief, who only recently was touting the once-great American infrastructure that gave us the “intercontinental railroad” (note: The Tokyo Montana Express? A figment of Richard Brautigan’s imagination, Mr President. Because, you know, logistics. And science. And rust): wild fires are a part of the natural order — and are most often the product of lightning strikes or some other connivance of nature following droughts, which are themselves older than the pollution-belching machinery of the industrial revolution, machinery you have demonized, fetishized, and that you keep trying to replace with solar panels and wind turbines and other chimeras whose successes occupy solely the faerie spaces of the “progressives'” authoritarian mind.
From Katrina to the Texas wildfires, the liberal left (and those who long for acceptance from them) continues to use natural disasters as opportunistic and cynical political theater. Vote for a Democrat, they seem to say, and the Nanny State will nestle you at its benevolent and fecund bosom, protecting you in perpetuity from the scary world against which, without them, you stand no chance.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I don’t fear my toilets, my lightbulbs, my shower heads, or over-the-counter inhalers. And I’m sure that were I trapped in the wilderness with a bunch of faculty-lounge liberals, they’d eventually all die screaming having tried to negotiate a peace accord with bobcats or bears.
Instead, what I do fear is the loss of liberty that you and your ideological followers represent.
And so I’d rather take my chances with the fires that come from the natural order than with the government-ordered slash and burns and the controlled demolition of liberty the left has for years engaged itself in.
Also remember, when Mr. Gaffetastic confuzzles Jews with janitors, it’s raaaaacist to suggest he’s anti-Semitic.
Hmmm … it kind of made me think of this story. “Climate change” kills!
It’s fortunate that climate change isn’t as loosy-goosey a science as, say, structural engineering. Otherwise, the President might appear a tad shameless in his opportunism.
Funny how so many of those who want to protect Mother Nature have so little up-close experience with her. A couple of weeks (half a day, for that matter) in the wilderness, without hot showers or cappuccino, putting up with temperature extremes and biting flies, and they’d be screaming “DRILL NOW!” with the conviction of the most pious zealot.
I know where you’re coming from, squid, but my experience with the repulsive green types is that they actually loves them some filthy wilderness nature time. Not in a normal sense, where you go out there and kill and eat tasty animals, gut fish or cut shit down, but they like to walk and gaze at shit and then sleep in tents that stink of patchouli.
HA!! at Abe. Girlfriend of mine a while back had NO clue about camping. This is way northern Maine, and it was late June in a wilderness area, no showers, nothing…She ate the fish we caught, kind of picked at the greens. That night? a moose came into camp, freaked her out. I asked her what she would do if a bear came in and that morning? she wanted OUT.
Long story short? she was a progg before I knew what one was. And this is what we’re up against?
Part of what infuriates me so is that these pampered perfumed pussies depend on dirty men with dirty hands to keep them in the civilized comforts they depend on. I voted for Mike Rowe for President because he’s a guy who sees beneath the artificially pleasant surface of our civilization and understands the importance of the people who toil to maintain that facade.
Most of Rowe’s contemporaries, on the other hand, would die when you told them they had to crap into a hole they dug with their own hands.
It’s easy. Proggs are ascared of Gia. It’s at the root of the nannystate tit they’re sucking.
Sure, they like to look at nature from well groomed hiking trails and campgrounds, and most especially through a plate glass window, but they know ultimately, if left to nature, their destiny leads them to be bear shit.