I got an e-mail the other day from a fellow who scolded me for being so naïve as to imagine that just because someone wasn’t a conservative, he must be a liberal. I always think it’s peculiar to find myself standing accused of saying or writing something I never said or wrote. After all, if someone wishes to chastise me, there’s all that goofy stuff I have said and written. Why bother making things up?
I am, of course, aware of the fact that, politically speaking, every single American isn’t necessarily just one thing or another. There are some people whose major concerns aren’t even political. Instead, they devote a great deal of their waking hours to promoting the virtues of atheism, promiscuity and/or marijuana, and couldn’t care less about such items as Iraq, taxes, affirmative action and the minimum wage.
However, most normal people belong to one of the two major parties. Even centrists and so-called independents tend to lean in one direction or another.
In my lifetime, the Vietnam War was the first major polarizing event that tore the nation asunder. But I don’t recall a time when so many people were convinced that so many other people were completely loopy about so many different issues. In the most basic terms, it usually comes down to those on the left who think the federal government should decide everything and should gobble up as many tax dollars as is humanly possible, and those on the right who think those on the left are boobies who should be hatched as quickly as possible, before they hurt themselves or cast another vote.
At the most basic level, while people all over Asia, Africa, Europe and the Caribbean, await their chance to emigrate to America, these chiselers -- none of whom are escaping totalitarian regimes -- are taking cuts.
At one recent dinner party, a wealthy woman took me to task, spouting the usual liberal bilge about Mexicans and Central Americans having every right to sneak into the United States. I told her that, while I disagreed with her, I had finally come up with a partial solution to the problem. Instead of trying to deport 12 or 13 million Latinos, we could just send them up to her place.
It’s even scarier when we hear our duly-elected congressmen and senators spewing the same sort of politically correct tripe, insisting that our national sovereignty is an outmoded concept, that borders are passé, and that fences make for bad neighbors. At such times, I find myself entertaining the notion that just possibly the spaceship filled with extraterrestrial life forms didn’t land in Roswell, New Mexico, after all, but in Washington, D.C.