I’ve lived in the same town all my life.
When I was a boy, there was a spring 200 yards from our house. The whole neighborhood drank from it, and no one ever got sick.
When we wanted corn on the cob for supper, I got on my bike and pedaled 15 minutes to the nearest farm. Blackberries? They grew wild on every vacant lot in town. We had a woods to play in, a village in the woods–the people would bring you home if you got lost–a downtown section full of stores that had been in business for decades, ponds and swamps and fields… In short, it was very nice!
We have lived under Democrat rule, uninterrupted, since the mid-1960s. You would hardly recognize the place. Farms, springs, woodlands, villages, berry patches–all gone! As if they’d never existed. As if I’d only read about such places in fantasy stories, or dreamed them.
It’s all paved over now. High taxes make for a high turnover in businesses and residences. It’s as if the sight of an acre of living plants incenses them, and must be wiped out at once.
And in all that time, not a day went by without our Democrat rulers–they see themselves as rulers–warning of the “environmental destruction” that would ensue if Republicans ever got in. What more the Republicans could do, by way of destruction, short of dropping an atomic bomb on the place, is inconceivable.
So the next time they tell you they’re only seizing a rancher’s land because they want to protect a turtle or a smelt, please bear in mind that you are listening to people who would pave over their mothers’ graves and annihilate any and all wildlife at the drop of a hat. Or at the drop of a bribe.
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