I was driving through the rural Midwest somewhere today. I always enjoy looking at the cars in the yards, the trailers, the lawn ornaments, the well manicured lawns, the tire shops, the little restaurants, the slaugherhouse signs, and those to the “boat”. People live and die in great numbers in such places. I love that some of them are a bit kooky, lazy, energetic in strange things, patriotic, church-going, gambling, drinking, and given to strange decoration. They have horses in their front yards, and a garden in the back, that they tend diligently in the summer, and eat a lot of tomatoes when they ripen, and watermelon too.
I was thinking: why do socialists hate this so much? Why do they want to turn everyone into grey robots, marching the same way, dressing the same, singing the same “happy” song in the happy tone they were taught?
What they want is the eradication of religion. They want no one to smoke. They want no one to eat foods they don’t approve of. They don’t like drinking. They don’t like guns. They don’t like cars in lawns and ugly litter. They don’t like dancing if it isn’t their kind, and they wonder why people would want to hold hands rather than do the nasty, just because they were taught otherwise by their parents and/or their church.
They don’t like bacon. They don’t like fertilizer. They don’t like people named Bubba who need to lose 100 pounds. They don’t like people sitting around in a cafe, discussing the weather and religion, politics (unless it is their politics) and local sports.
How goddamn DULL is socialism? It is the creed of the boring, compelled on the unwilling, in the name of no one.
I want flowers in the spring, genuine diversity of thought and behavior, and no damn rules governing people’s own damn right to kill themselves in any way they see fit, whether it be booze, smokes, or ATV’s.
I want to preserve the places where they cling to guns, religion, hard work, and biscuits and gravy. Those are my people.
Well, actually I’m a Berkeley graduate who drinks Oolong tea and knows what Tempeh is. Maybe I should limit myself to saying I enjoy their company, and appreciate their lifestyle.
It may not seem obvious, but in many respects cities are culturally homogeneous. We need all types.
I have a few more thoughts, but they will wait until tomorrow.