Burn of the Day
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
I favor the “Man Without a Country” treatment for jerks like Mr. David Roberts: Fine, that’s the way you feel, you can spend the next year doing without anything produced by rural white guys. Including all domestically produced food. Good luck with that, Smart Guy.
Aggrieved mainly by bad governance and bad law. These are the folks who are not usually imposing a government solution or looking for a government check
He lives in Seattle. He used to work at Vox and before that at some local publication called The Grist. No clue what his day job is, but he’s currently a promoter of green energy. (There’s another David Roberts in Seattle who used to be a videogame developer, a man considerably older). He’s been on this beat for 20 years. The green energy maven in my family is an engineer. Best I can tell, he’s a refugee from the University of Montana’s philosophy graduate program.
“Aggrieved mainly by bad governance and bad law.”
Executive Order 13575 Rural Councils.If the government does not like the way you are running your private farm, the government may confiscate it. Freedom.
The government may confiscate your farm. Clarification.
I like his obligatory mention of not just being rural, but being white and rural.
Yeah. Peter Salem who fought at Lexington, Concord and Bunker Hill would have been surprised to learn that he was white. He was one of the 20-40 black patriots who fought along Battle Road the day of Lexington and Concord.
In my fantasy rerun of the Civil War, red and blue counties don’t shoot, but boycott each other products for three months. Wonder who would give first?
I recall back in the chaotic summer of 2020 that the urban leftists of Seattle declared a few blocks of downtown to be an “autonomous zone”, aka. CHAZ, free from city government and police.
Some of the CHAZ residents/squatters repurposed part of a city park to creat an ‘urban garden’ to grow food for the community. Unfortunately, it appeared that none of them had gardened before (or possibly had never seen a garden before).
The soil wasn’t tilled— instead, the would-be farmers haphazardly laid broken-down cardboard boxes over the park’s lawn, covering an area roughly 15’x20’. Then, they laid down what appeared to be topsoil, or perhaps tree bark mulch (or both) over the cardboard. Potted herbs and vegetables were purchased and randomly inserted into the lawn through (I presume) holes cut into the cardboard. And I never heard an estimate of how many hungry, hungry hippies the faux farmers thought a 15’x20’ plot could feed even if they knew what they were doing.
Naturally, the vegetables were doomed— their roots smothered by the now-rotting grass and compacted soil of the lawn, the cardboard acting as a barrier keeping all but the heaviest rains out.
It briefly made national news, in that short time while the plants were still green. But the squatters quickly tired of the daily chores that come with gardening, and had no idea how to keep their plants alive. So they opted to declare that the “community garden” was for black and Indigenous people only. Problem solved! They could walk away from the actual work of raising food and still signal their virtue.
If the anarchy those fools crave actually came to pass, they wouldn’t have a prayer. There are a lot of them, and their amorality would make them capable of a great deal of ruthlessness— but they wouldn’t last long in the world they think they want.