Dining with Uber Libs: surviving in hostile territory

My eldest brother is excited about his new iPhone thingy. On the drive home from his lawyer’s office as he drove with one hand he managed to work the phone’s pad with the other hand, swerving a bit. He showed me a picture of a couple and a baby standing next to Obama. He had downloaded it from a childhood friend’s computer because the friend said the woman in the picture was his daughter holding his grandkid and her husband a Secret Service agent. The picture made sense then. His friend is excited about it he shows it to everyone. When I asked him how long the son-in-law has been with the service my brother said a while and he knew this because his friend made sure to ask his daughter not to show the picture of the family posing with George W. Bush to anyone.

He didn’t want to ruin their reputation, he said.

I made a comment I won’t repeat here but I had to look out the window at passing cars instead as we waited for the traffic light to change. Watching paint would have been more comforting. So I changed the subject. The radio announcer quipped about a rumor that the current Puerto Rican governor, Mr. Luis Fortuño would be running for president on Sarah Palin’s ticket in 2012. Mr. Fortuño enjoys as much hatred from the populace as does Mrs. Palin (at least from the kook left, but not for the same reasons) so the pairing kind of made sense; as a joke of course. However I’ve read the story in the news and on the web a lot so it started to sound a bit disturbing. My brother shook his head.

“Oh, that Palin, I don’t know about her. I think it would be a bad mistake to let her run for anything.”

The passing cars no longer interested me.

“What do you mean? How do you know about her?”

“Well, on television programs I’ve watched. In the news…”

“Yeah, but what is the problem with Palin?”

“Uh, well, she’s just not that apt to run anything of importance…now that Hillary…I’d be happy to support her!”

“You obviously don’t know anything about US politics. Hillary isn’t even qualified to run her own household, let alone a country.”

“Well, yeah, Palin is just bad…”

I wasn’t about to waste time with this conversation but just as I was about to launch my best argument against nothing, he turned up the volume on the radio, playing some annoying song. I just looked at him.

“So, is our conversation over?”

“No, I want to drown out that loud music from two cars over!”

Uh huh. I asked him if he wanted to go out for steaks and the music ceased.

“Sure!”

I’d allow my capitalist money to buy lunch, no problem. We can pick this up some other time but for the most part when I mention socialism and their state of dependency I get three different reactions. But I’ll leave that for another day. I’ve been bombarded by the sights and sounds of big government I’m really tired, and curious, and shocked and worried. Little itchy bumps have a tendency to grow into big bloated rashes that spread all over. So I’ve been studying this problem from the smallest and observing its development in a larger scale and there is reason to worry.

I feel like Julie Andrews and Paul Newman in Hitchcock’s Torn Curtain in that I must be the only conservative amongst 3 to 4 million people. Talk about hostile territory. In the movie, the good guys have to fight their way out of East Germany. I grew up surrounded by socialists. I broke away from that and come back and visit and see it’s stronger now.

If you don’t think that socialism is possible, that it cannot take hold of our lives stealthily, think again. This process can take a hundred years easily. Well, in Puerto Rico a little more than one hundred years have passed. It’s like looking into a petri dish of things to come on a greater scale and it’s spreading. Always pay attention to the smallest things; they sometimes reveal the greater changes to come.

I’m not done telling this story.

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