The Thin Red Line

Brief the time it seems since America freed dead, dying and hypocritical old Europe from the gods of carnage. As the EU is slowly being dragged down by the stone of socialism, gods of global warming catfighting are still having their day in the rest of the West.

After years of sniping at the heels of America and for two presidential terms clawing the country’s eyes out because George Bush stood tall against the UN and Al Gore’s Kyoto and had the courage to support America with his whole heart what do we see the Left doing now? About 20% of the country–the part that is comprised of the Government-Education Industrial Machine, the EPA and the rest of secular, socialist bureaucracy–are finally all united in one thing: their hatred of capitalism.

It has been fashionable for so long to mock the American experience, summarized by the God-given right of all to economic freedom and individual liberty, and then share smart grins about quaint notions of personal responsibility as the Left changes the road markers to direct all of the buses to the Castro-Chavez & Mao bridge to liberal utopianism.

As the lead bus hooks to the left we see that it is being driven by the smallest thinkers humanity has ever served up on a shingle. At least the Left is no longer clawing at the eyes of the head of state. Worse now, however, we’re all teetereing very close to crossing over that invisible red line separating liberal utopianism from liberal fascism.

About Wagathon

Hot World Syndrome—fear of a hotter, more intimidating world than it actually is prompting a desire for more protection than is warranted by any actual threat. A Chance Meeting– We toured south along the Bicentennial Bike Trail in the Summer of 1980, working up appetites covering ~70 miles per day and staying at hiker/biker campgrounds at night along the Oregon/California coast (they were 50¢ a day at that time). The day's ride over, and after setting up tents, hitting the showers, and making a run to a close-by store, it was time to relax. The third in our little bicycle tour group, Tom, was about 30 yards away conversing with another knot of riders and treating himself to an entire cheesecake for dinner. He probably figured Jim and I would joke about what a pig he was eating that whole pie and decided to eat among strangers. Three hours later after sharing stories and remarking on a few coincidences that turned up here and there, Tom and one of the former strangers realized they were cousins, meeting in this most unlikely place for the first time. ~Mac
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