Spooky as this is, last week I started assembling in my mind an essay/article entitled The End of Hope: The Destruction of the Middle Class.
It evolved as a result of living it in an unexpected way, up close and personal.
The tsunami of new laws and policies, created by and catering to the 15% at both ends of the financial Bell Curve, is destroying everyone else between those two extremes. The remaining 70%, the heart, if not the soul of our culture: The Middle Class.
It's been a long journey, but the short version is this: My home A/C-Heating Unit died. Proud of the fact of not having abused it, it have outlived its expected lifespan, probably by about 100%.
I can't just replace it. My house has become disposable, because due to new California laws regulations and policies, the cost of installing a new conforming unit is four times what I expected; Second Mortgage material, with payments a multiple of my current mortgage.
So much for prudent planning.
My journey has just begun, I must not be alone, but I view it as a victimization by government, whether I can afford it or not; for my own good.
I am going to call it my personal Vietnam Experience : The State, in order to save me (and the environment, of course) has to financially destroy me.
I expect that there will be many nooks and crannies to the story and I should enjoy chronicling the arrogance and stupidity of our elected and bureaucratic criminals.
Their grasp of Unintended Consequences is permanently beyond their reach.
Trump is the little boy who cried “The Emperor is Naked”, and that scares the Left and the Establishment Right silly. Once people start saying it, and don’t back down, it creates a movement. That process even works with bad and false ideas. Big Lies work, but so do Big Truths.