Okay, so after my self-indulgent election night meltdown, I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This process has been . . . interesting, to say the least, so I thought I’d share with you the stages of grief that I experienced and continue to work through (I’m giving myself until tomorrow evening to snap the heck out of it and get back to work for America).
The DABDA model works as a decent outline, so I’ll be using it as a guideline. It’s not exact, of course, as everyone experiences grief differently, and “grief” may even be a bit hyperbolic. But I doubt it.
So I’m sitting here, laptop on my lap with many tabs open to many things (LI’s election night blogging, Florida results, Twitter, and a couple other state results . . . along with the usual tabs for my reader and email) and the television on, remote at hand (I like to flip around because I don’t trust any “news” organization), and things aren’t looking good. Not good at all. I’m emailing and dm’ing with a few very important people about the way things look, and we all agree . . . it’s not looking good. Not good at all. But I still manage to be hopeful . . . somehow. And then it happens, Ohio is declared for 0, seconds later the entire election is declared for him. Shock. Horror.
Like Rove, I wasn’t willing to accept the truth. I wanted the numbers to be wrong. I wanted to hear that election wasn’t decided with only 2 and 3 and 5% of precincts reporting and votes counted. I wanted to . . . have it be different. This couldn’t be. America couldn’t have just re-elected the most radical, most anti- and unAmerican president this country has ever known. She just . . . couldn’t. Right?!
Wrong. America just did just that. Cue the . . .
Stupid, stupid America. Slackers and loser and greedy, envious dependency addicts one and all! Julias and Julians across the nation voting for “free” stuff without a clue that for every “free” thing they receive, they’ll be paying for it twice over not only in increased taxes, fines, fees, and cost of living but in relinquished freedoms, muted voices, lost selves. What a bunch of idiots! Greedy little Gimme! goons sucking our nation dry and changing it forever. Selfish, clueless, myopic, uninformed leeches. All of them!
Well, screw that. And screw them. I’m done–enter fuming, disgusted, dejected Fuzzy busily typing up a farewell post and angrily–somewhat resignedly, too, if truth be told–redesigning Fuzzy Logic. If you missed it, it was all green and purple–my two favorite colors–and had a lovely nature tree thing for a header. I love nature and was secretly looking forward to going back to blogging about flowers and leaves and bugs. And shoes. Maybe about some television shows I’ve been enjoying. Maybe about coffee and Cadbury eggs. But certainly, absolutely: No more politics! No more pouring my heart and soul into something that was never going to be appreciated or fulfilled. No more loss. No more constant, unsettling negativity and anger. No more.
But then something happened, something unexpected and heartening. My conservative blogging friends, the ones I love and respect as you can only love and respect those who’ve been with you in both your finest and your lowest moments, began posting comments, sending emails to let me know that I was wrong. Oh, it was wonderful, not the “you’re wrong, you stupid sloth” crap that I have been known to spew, but nice, supportive, caring, sincere, generous, fabulous comments and emails reminding me not only of what is at stake but of who I am. What it means to be an American, an old-school never-say-die, live free or die American who is not crushed by defeat, who does not give up in the face of challenge, who pulls herself up by her bootstraps and proudly moves forward. So begins the . . . .
But it’s not really the “can we still be friends” after a break-up bargaining, or the “God, if you let me live through this, I’ll do X, Y, and Z” bargaining. It’s more like an introspective journey through what has happened: trying to understand why and how it happened, trying to figure out what we can do differently (a huge part of that is figuring out what went wrong, what we did wrong), wading through the emotions, remembering that there is more at stake than my own feelings and ideals.
About that last one, I will say that I never understood–not one tiny bit–the people who gave up, who seemed content to just shrug and say, “well, the whole damned system sucks, let America be damned.” I got it. Finally. And part of my “bargaining” phase was actually contemplating, however briefly, letting the regressives have their way. Why not? America voted for that, apparently, right? As conservatives, we don’t riot, we don’t murder and maim and vandalize when we lose. We just acknowledge the loss, try to learn from it, and move on (or settle back into our long slumber, as I was sorely tempted to do). We don’t beat people who voted for the other side, we don’t intimidate and threaten them, we don’t set things on fire. Conservatives appreciate our Constitution, and as 0 was duly elected (whatever the reason and however much fraud was involved–on both sides), we accept that. I accept that. It’s what America wants.
So. Let’s give America what she wants, bargaining-stage Fuzzy argues. Let’s stop the House from being “obstructionists.” Let’s just rip off the band-aid of slow, steady, inevitable decline. A decline that will continue to be blamed on “obstructionist” conservatives. After this last election, we’re not even really slowing it down; 0 has proven that he will bypass both Congress and the Constitution at any and every turn. So why bother? Why not do the only thing that will show the American people that socialism / marxism / communism / fascism (whatever you want to call today’s regressives, all those labels apply) cannot work . . . why not give them their wish? Let them enact all their doomed-to-failure policies. What better way to learn how wrong they are?
They seem to think that everyone who works should be working for government and that this makes fiscal sense. Well, fine. Let’s look at that in miniature: say five people have government jobs and they each make $100,000 per year and are taxed at 15%. Those five people cost $500k, but they are putting back into the system $75k in federal income tax. That doesn’t quite work, does it? The government is paying $425k and getting nothing in return (except whatever work the government worker provides, and let’s pretend it’s not some filler government position, let’s say that it’s something useful like a new road or teacher or a first responder; all necessary things, but there is no fiscal value to that service). The government, then, loses $425k in hard cash. Money that will then either be printed or borrowed; both of which will result in the dollar being worth less than nothing.
But hey, I’m not taking into account all these five workers pay in other taxes, both those that exist and those that will. Silly me. And I’m not taking into account the many benefits that statism provides. Each of these five workers will have a generous healthcare plan–provided by the government, a college education–provided by government, and a generous pension–also provided by the government. The government that is losing 85% on each worker and which will also be paying for all of these things for people who do not work or who do not contribute to the system (they pay no income tax, they pay no property or state taxes other than sales tax). I know! Let’s just tax each worker 100% and provide them with housing, education (including college), healthcare–including birth control and abortions-on-demand, food stamps, and for fun, let’s send them on vacation once a year. They have no income, no money for anything the government doesn’t provide, but they get all these great things in return. They are existing not living, but hey, who cares about that?!
Meanwhile, people are catching on that they are actually better off if they don’t work. They’ll still get the same benefits from the government as those who do work, so why even bother? Oh, but the regressives argue, that’s not human nature, that’s not how people are. History, however, begs to differ. Reality begs to differ. When success is punished, people do not strive for it. Without incentive (and just try to convince regressives that subsistence living is not an incentive), people do not produce. So the 100% tax on the remaining workers, as more and more people clue in and realize that they can get everything for nothing, continues to chip away at government coffers. Workers can never pay enough in to afford both their own and everyone else’s government services, so there is always a loss. But now that more and more people are saying, to hell with working my butt off for everyone else who gets what I get and doesn’t lift a finger, the government cannot continue to supply such lush percs. What happens then?
The same thing that always happen. The government decides that there are just too many people . . . and works out ways to eliminate them. The slackers are the first to go, by the way. Always. The ones not contributing to “The Greater Good” are starved usually, but are also dispatched in other equally or more inhumane ways than starvation. Always.
The trouble with this, beyond the clear moral, ethical, spiritual, and legal problems with genocide, is that this model doesn’t even work with five people, all of whom pay into the system up to 100% of their income. The services the government promises exceed the income they generate. Period. It’s not rocket science. You can’t break even (much less function at a profit) if you are paying out in cash and entitlements more than you are taking in.
The American people don’t seem to understand that anymore, so let’s let it go. Let them have their way. Let them give everything to everyone . . . for as long as it lasts. China won’t keep paying for our unemployed and poor–they can’t pay for their own. Printing money will lead to inflation . . . well, actually, because the economy is such crap, so unbalanced in terms of makers and takers, it will lead to stagflation and the eventual collapse of not only the economy but also of the government.
It’s tempting, oh so tempting, to let it happen. To stand back–conservatives tend to be more prepared for economic and social collapse than lefties who really believe that it can’t happen no matter how outrageous their demands for government spending–and let marxism fail. As it always does. Let it fail unfettered by conservative argument or GOP “obstruction.” Let them have their way . . . eventually, they’ll realize the error of their ways and embrace common sense once more.
For too long America has struck an unsteady balance between capitalism and socialism; we’ve used our profits from capitalism to fund a largely socialist state. It worked for a while. But the statists demand more and more government and less and less free markets and capitalism. They reject the very engine of their entitlement society, the thing that funds it. No, they don’t just ignore it, they demonize it. Let them. Let government run private industry, decide who works in what job and who lives where and what they will receive as their “fair share.” Let government pay out more than it can ever take in for actual workers/contributors let alone the millions of Americans and illegals who don’t contribute in any measurable manner. Let it happen so that we will all finally wake up to the reality of the role that enormous government plays, always, in the decline of a superpower, a nation, a people.
But that’s no answer, that’s almost spite. “Let them fulfill their fantasies and they’ll see that they are deluded” smacks of mean-spiritedness, nastiness, amorality. Like the stories of grandpas who made their grandsons chain-smoke a carton of cigarettes so they’d never touch another one. Whatever the deluded are, they don’t deserve the consequences, the reality, of what they demand. So what now?
What’s the freaking point? For me, this stage was just a return to denial and anger. I’m not depressed, haven’t been depressed, I just skewed from bargaining to “no way” and “screw you, 0merica.” I did cry real tears for America at some early point, but it was a segue from denial to anger. My sadness was for our country, for the many millions of American patriots who worked so hard, fought such tough battles, cared and invested so much in our nation’s salvation. Depression, for me, was fleeting. I moved from bargaining to acceptance in pretty short order.
Acceptance actually came in two stages: one and as I’ve noted above, I accept the will of the people. They voted for 0. They got him. And two, this is our new reality, so how do we deal with it? I don’t think the answer is in making the entire nation, including the ass clowns who can’t think beyond the moment and demand government largesse that cannot ever be funded by the American people, suffer the poverty and slaughter that always accompanies statism. But I’m not sure what the answer is. I’ve reached acceptance, but not of the status quo, not of 0’s “fundamental transformation”–never, ever of that. I just accept that this country is no longer center-right.
It’s just not. Demonstrably, provably, factually, our nation is no longer center-right. Some are saying it’s center-center, but I think that it’s foolish to try to parse it that way. We are definitely a divided nation (and those divisions will be pressed, used, widened, manipulated, and exploited for the next four years), and we are definitely a nation conflicted in identity. My America is not the same as 0’s or of any Obot’s. My America is about equality of opportunity, liberty and freedom for all. My America is about a proud people working hard to achieve beyond their parents’ accomplishments. My America is exceptional, a beacon of freedom and opportunity. My America sees American citizens who are equal and capable and strong, not divided groups scrabbling for scraps from the master’s table.
My America does not exist. Not Tuesday. Not today.
Okay, so maybe I not only experienced but am still experiencing the “Depression” stage. I’m working through it, and I hope that every patriot who reads this, who is helping me work through this, will work through it, too.
God Bless America.