Sorry I’ve been silent, folks. I had to get out of the bubble. I was in Argentina with my mistress, crying like a baby… No, wait, that’s not it… I’ve been suffering from a bit of cultural ennui insofar as our culture has been making me feel a bit languid and listless. Cap and trade? Really? 24/7 Michael Jackson tributes? The news cycle is killing me, people. This afternoon, I found myself lying on my couch, windows open and the breeze blowing through, feeling not at all unlike Daisy and Jordan in Gatsby. This country’s determination to destroy itself has stopped making me angry and has started to bore me.
The only problem is that when this country finally succumbs to the siren call of Big Brother, there will be nowhere left to go. Once we’ve stranded ourselves on the rocks, hobbling industry with this stupid cap and trade tax based on inconclusive science and celebutrend, and destroyed our healthcare system with Obamacare, there is nowhere left. When your mother needs a hip replacement and gets put on the three-year-long waiting list, there won’t be an American hospital to skip across the border to in order to relieve her suffering. When your child is diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukemia–God forbid this ever happens–and Obama’s “fair” system deems her case hopeless, and advises you to give her pain meds and say your goodbyes, where will you go?
The great Michael Jackson Distraction is in full swing this evening, and I expect it to continue on for weeks. Congress will make use of this and continue to ram destructive legislation through the House and Senate. It’s disgusting and depressing how few people I talk to in the real world care about any of this.
Mark Steyn’s weekend column had some very interesting observations. My favorite is this one:
The more the citizenry expect from the state, the more our political class will depend on ever more swollen Gulf Emir-size retinues of staffers hovering at the elbow to steer you from one corner of the fishbowl to another 24/7. “Why are politicians so weird?” a reader asked me after the Sanford news conference. But the majority of people willing to live like this will be, almost by definition, deeply weird. So big government more or less guarantees rule by creeps and misfits. It’s just a question of how well they disguise it. Writing about Michael Jackson a few years ago, I suggested that today’s A-list celebs were the equivalent of Mad King Ludwig of Bavaria or the loopier Ottoman sultans, the ones it wasn’t safe to leave alone with sharp implements. But, as Christopher Hitchens says, politics is show business for ugly people. And a celebrified political culture will inevitably throw up its share of tatty karaoke versions of Britney and Jacko.
Kind of depressing, but it makes sense. I don’t think I’m going to be feeling any better any time soon.