By Art Burnevik, Dana Point
There is a term we use in the boating world, “turning green.” On the water, “green,” when the ocean plows over the bow, is not a good thing. “Turning green” is slang for sea sickness. In the case of Marianne Taylor, I think her simpleminded perspective is a form of “see” sickness, living in some Utopian dream world, like most people with her political point of view.
My first though was one of relief—not. “Thank God, a life expert that is going to tell us how to live and what it really means to be green.” Gee, just what the world needs, another unchallenged, self-ordained pontificator telling us how to live the good life, not unduly burdened by the truth.
The sustainability, in her mind, is a sideways effort to propagate the myth of global warming, currently called “climate change” due to no data to support Al Gore’s billion-dollar money-making (not life-saving) carbon footprint scam and the fairytale that we are “running out of resources.” If she practices what she preaches, she apparently doesn’t work for a living or shop at Walmart. Even if I had the time, I prefer to live in this century and buy stuff to build up, not tear down, the economy. Stuff creates jobs.
Her most revealing comment was that sustainability means “understanding the interconnections among economies, society and the environment and providing equitable distribution of resources and opportunities”—right out of Saul Alinsky’s playbook.
I get it. We all need to start living like it’s the 1930s, so we are all equally distributed and equally disadvantaged and equally poor (It’s a philosophy by progressives that prompted Stalin to define such blind supporters as useful idiots). Somehow, by making your own pickles and trying to grow food on an apartment balcony, we are saving the Earth. Not really. But the concept does make my stomach turn green.
I grew up in exactly the environment she describes. We canned food, had an old wringer washer in the basement and hung our clothes outside (in Minnesota winters to freeze dry), cleaned windows with vinegar and newspaper, repaired our clothes and cashed in pop bottles in between paper route collections to cover childhood entertainment expenses.
My mother made quilts for our beds and worked 40 hours a week as a nurse, rotating shifts (days, nights and graveyards week after week and year after year), and she raised four boys, along with my underemployed WWII veteran father, a machinist.
Most of our clothes were from the Salvation Army, smoke damaged, salvaged or hand-me-downs. We took jobs at ages 11-12 for anything special we wanted as kids—no one called the police or child protection services. We weren’t thinking about saving the earth, sustainability or equitable distribution of resources and opportunities. We were simply a lower, middle class family doing what we needed to do and who relied on ourselves, unlike the lady next door.
She was able-bodied with two kids in school all day and a live-in boyfriend with free housing, medical, dental, furniture, a welfare check every month (and money off the books) for all the years I grew up in my home.
Is that the kind of equitable distribution we should welcome in an equitable green economy? My mom and dad busted their butts to provide for us, while the lazy neighbors saw them as suckers.
So Taylor’s “green” really means spreading someone else’s wealth around, like my parents I suppose, but likely not starting with her paycheck. It’s the “world solution” for simple-minded people who think buying as little as possible and replacing personal productivity with excessive government regulation focused on nonsense (“economic justice”) and handouts is the path from a depressed economy to a Utopian society. It doesn’t work. See Obama’s failures for details.
The global warming that scares me is the nuclear attack on America that is inevitable because our enemies are welcomed into our open borders while they see us as suckers and prepare for Armageddon. The “green” party people are content with banning plastic bags and killing birds with windmills so they feel good on Earth Day.
On reflection, I guess I am green—feeling green, that is. It makes me sick that there are so many indoctrinated “progressives” thinking they have a right to tell other people how to live, oblivious to economics and the real threat to Mother Earth and America—useful idiots.