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Could tea parties blossom into a national strike?
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As it turns out, every radio station in America (with the exception of taxpayer-funded National Public Radio) has, quite simply, refused to broadcast. There is no music, no news, not a single weather report. Not a beat of rock nor a cue of classical. Neither Howard nor Martha beam in for those with Sirius satellite feeds, for the rest no commercials for dog food, lawyers, real estate and a million other products and services offered over the air from sea to shining sea. There is no morning drive. No Imus or Glen from New York, no local talk from the city or town nearest. At noon there is no Rush. By three it is clear what has happened to Sean, to Laura and to Mark the Great One. They, with all the rest, simply…stopped. Stayed home. No substitutes, no fill-ins. Just…dead air. All of radio broadcasting — a capitalist enterprise — shuts itself down, leaving a capitalist void filled by, well, a void.
The morning trip to the grocery store for the newspaper and a quart of milk is in vain. The doors are locked everywhere. From the handful of national chains, the Krogers and Safeways and Wal-Marts, to the regional competitors beginning with the A & P’s of New York, New Jersey and Connecticut on through the Winn Dixies of the South and the specialties of Trader Joe’s in California. All have decided to close. Every grocery store across the continent and beyond is shut tight, from the Hamptons to Honolulu, from Minneapolis to Miami.
Car by car, highways everywhere slowly became obstacle courses and parking lots as gas tanks empty with not a solitary station open for re-fueling. Gandhi-like, not a gas station across America is open for business. Exxon Mobile? Closed. Sunoco? Closed. BP, Shell, Hess? Closed, closed and closed. Not a drop of fuel is coming today from the big chains or the feisty independents. The government hates those big, bad capitalist oil companies? OK. Hasta la vista. Make do without ‘em.
From urban street corners to suburban malls to lonely outposts in the rural plains, eventually it dawns on a startled populace. There are no trucks out there hauling American products or, for that matter, products from anywhere. The truckers too have kissed off the Obama bureaucrats who want to raise their gas tax and tax them by the mile. And so, they simply stayed home or, caught on the highway, pulled to join the lengthening train of motionless trucks forming a peculiar guardrail for passing cars.
Just adjusting to the idea they are now deprived of mass communication, the realization hits more and more of the anxious that without energy produced by capitalists their private vehicles are now perilously close to useless anyway. Consciousness, muddled, shifts at a new realization. As if some sort of unscheduled holiday, there are no jobs to get to or, if unemployed, to miss. There will be no paychecks. All private employers have shut their offices tight. There are no dentists who will keep appointments, no malls in which to shop, the dry cleaning people have folded up and the health clubs exercised their right to stay closed.
The great airports sit still, runways emptied, gates crowded with silent silver jets from JFK to LAX. Concourses are both empty and locked, the occasional flock of Canadian geese the only airborne sound. There are no meetings of advertisers in the metropolitan ad agencies, nor films being acted out on Hollywood sound stages or, for that matter, anywhere else in the location-filled fifty states. On the hated Wall Street targeted so ferociously by liberals, traders have finally just said no. The fabled Street is this day a ghost town.
In hundreds of thousands of barns agonized cows are not milked, cattle, pigs and chicken not fed, the eggs of the latter going uncollected and left to rot. Big Macs are not made, insurance is not sold, mufflers are not fixed. In a gruesome scene replayed across the land the sick and dying are left unattended in hospitals missing doctors, nurses, orderlies and everyone else from administrators to janitors. As the day proceeds, there is much frantic pounding on the blackened screens of empty ATMs outside the closed doors of banks, liquor stores, delicatessens and shuttered gas stations. No books can be bought, no bars can be bellied up to, all Broadway shows are dark, taxis vanished from streets in cities large and small.
There is no water in faucets, no electricity in outlets, each shut off in Gandhi-esque protest by the utilities that are their providers. Accessing a mostly frozen Internet is done by the pulse of dying, un-rechargeable batteries. There is no Fox, which makes liberals chortle, until they realize there is none of anything else on the nation’s suddenly blank screens.
Oprah talks to herself.
Could this or some variation on this happen? It is worth remembering that dumping tea into Boston Harbor, making your own salt and cloth and braving police dogs and fire hoses simply to have the right to eat in a restaurant or vote were, at the time, thought of as extraordinary acts of defiance. These kinds of things were, you know, just not done! And yet, each time those involved simply refused to take it anymore. Enough was enough. They understood that unless tea was dumped, salt was made or they summoned the courage to stare down firehoses and snarling dogs, they would never carry the day for their cause. Across time, very different people realized they had nothing left to lose.
There’s something to be learned from Mr. Gandhi, something capitalists everywhere in America should seriously ponder. They are being targeted today just as surely as were the citizens of India all those years ago. Gandhi taught his fellow citizens to think outside the box, to simply refuse to cooperate with their persecutors.
As Obama targets American capitalists, with increasingly dire results, the question they face is a simple one.
Do they have the courage to make their own salt?
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?