Dec 3, 201301:07 PMBlaska's Bring It!
with David Blaska
Slow, sluggish websites and fast pas-sen-ger trains, these are a few of their favorite things
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Sing it along with Mary Poppins, my progressive acquaintances!
Fresh off the thrilling rollout of Obamacare, also known as “Error 404, Page Not Found,” what do progressives want? Faster trains! When do they want them? Now!
Head Start, that Great Society trophy program, has squandered billions of dollars for no lasting result. (See “Head Start and other federal failures.”) Doesn’t matter. Progressivism is a faith that cannot be shaken by the disappointments of experience. For the true prog, it is better to feel good (about oneself) than to do, you know, actual good. (Sorry, Billy Crystal as Fernando Lamas.)
In the last thrilling episode of Blaska’s Bring It!, the Squire observed that progressives excuse the failure of every government overreach as having not overreached enough. Timely confirmation comes from my old comrade. The indefatigable John Nichols cries: “We need a massive investment in infrastructure.” When do we need it? “Now,” John cries. Someone hand the man a bullhorn!
We need this massive investment, to be measured in the trillions of dollars, as evidenced by the crash of the New York City train that killed four passengers. That the big iron horse was hurtling 82 mph in a curve posted for 30 mph troubles our comrade so little that it is not worth mentioning, which he doesn’t. Makes high-speed rail a tougher sell for some of us, though.
On a lighter note, our Ms. Burke has put up a campaign website. It appears to work, but no, you cannot use it to access Obamacare or book passage on California’s $68 billion fast train project, aka “the train to nowhere,” which is looking even less feasible.
Where there’s a Will there’s a way
Speaking of the man who presciently told the federal government no thanks for fast trains, the Walker for President express has taken on an important passenger, one George W. Will.
With chanting, screaming and singing supplemented by bullhorns, bagpipes and drum circles, their cacophony shook the building that the squalor of their occupation made malodorous. They spat on Republican legislators and urinated on Walker’s office door.
Walker recounts these events in Unintimidated: A Governor’s Story and a Nation’s Challenge. Most books by incumbent politicians are not worth the paper they never should have been written on. If, however, enough voters read Walker’s nonfiction thriller, it will make him a — perhaps the — leading candidate for his party’s 2016 presidential nomination.
No, you’re a racist; no, YOU’RE ...
Progressives need the scourge of racism like televangelists need hellfire. Thus, even the Emerald City is racist at its core, accuses that arbiter of progressive purity, the Socialist Worker. Struggling young writer Christian Schneider observes:
The notion that Madison police, led for nine years by a recently departed African-American chief, is beset by institutional racism is ridiculous. In fact, the department has often erred too much on the side of political correctness.
One can dismiss the Socialists’ “racism” charges as mere goofballery, but their numbers do tell a story of profound inequity in a city that prides itself for its hypersensitivity to such things. Unfortunately for progressives, the racial gap likely has been exacerbated by their own good intentions.
Next time you get played the race card, dear reader, play it right back.