Ladies and gentlemen, the Greenlash has
begun. All along the urban/rural interface the peasants are revolting.
Those who used to cuss the farmer now flock to farmer’s markets. They
cursed cows until the cow pastures were filled with grapes sucking up
all the water, so now they want the cows back. They hated fossil fuels,
so they bought into the hybrid and electric car craze only to discover
that the electricity that powered their car came from coal, natural gas
or oil. They wanted all the dams torn down until they realized they were
what lit their homes and powered their Prius.
Those
who destroyed the ranching, mining, fishing and timber industries now
bemoan the shortage of affordable housing and the dearth of gold and
silver that make their I-phones work. They complained about the high
cost of beef and salmon steaks until they realized they were the ones
who over-regulated the cowboys and fishermen to death.
The
urbanites want the bobcats, coyotes and mountain lions protected until
one eats their kitty cat. Then they want them all annihilated. They
believe in man-made climate change until they realize “the cure” will
raise their state taxes. Then they seek refuge in Florida, Texas,
Nevada, Wyoming, Washington, South Dakota or Alaska where there is no
state tax. They love trees until they are fined $100 because their kid
got caught climbing one. They want to save water for fairy shrimp,
suckers and salmon but not if it means tearing out their lawns or taking
shorter showers. If they’re told they can’t cut firewood on public land
oh, hear them rave!
The
more intelligent urbanites got suspicious when “global warming” got
changed to “climate change”. They got mad when they found out that The
Inconvenient Truth was that their hero, Al Gore, was a capitalist
getting filthy rich off carbon credit trading and solar energy. They
didn’t want any forests logged or thinned until the raging fires burned
their house down. They grudgingly admit that even those clear cuts acted
as fire breaks and the cows and sheep did reduce the fire load. And
when the nightly news showed the charred remains of endangered crispy
critters killed by raging infernos it made them think that maybe, just
maybe, they didn’t know as much as they thought they did.
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