My First Rightist Rant

There are certainly many differences between the Dems and GOPs in terms of platform, and I will never condone the ignorant and outright mean social dogma of "moral Republicans." That said, tonight I begin my first rightist commentary.

I don't know what "the best" is, or how to ultimately find happiness, but here in the post-modern, post-industrial hip-strip between Williamsburg and Bushwick, kids are really doing something strange. These kids are really skinny. Skinny like "skeletons with a condom stretched over," according to Patrick. These kids are from Ann Arbor and Nashville and Colombus and New Haven, but now they're here and like the wonderfully adaptive creatures they are, they are morphing into a brand new thing here in Brooklyn. They are energetic, talkative, and opinionated. They work hard and have interests in art, music, and politics. They pay extra for organic potato chips. Inter-drainage water diversion, Beetlekilled pines, or invasive cedars are nowhere near interesting. International development, Fair Trade coffee, and Eating Local are like brand names, to be printed in cool font next to a Dolce & Gabanna model.

The thing is, this is an entirely human environment. It's just people and people and more people, and turn the corner and it's more people, and go to the next block and it's more people, and get off at the next stop and it will be bodegas and barbershops and groceries and restaurants and people, people, people. Littering is ok because you are employing street-sweepers. The rain is just a reason to buy an umbrella. Rivers are just reasons for bridges.

And in such a place, wonderfully adaptive creatures come to see themselves as part of the human matrix, a cog in the great machine of the city, buying coffee from the Cafe, bagel from the bakery, gyro from the deli, juice from the Bodega, beer at a bar. Ten blocks is an unnecessarily long walk since the Subway is right here. Cabs are just so damn convenient. I am like this, and those folks live over there, and those people are like that. Everything is bought and sold; everything comes from somebody, and I pick it up every Wednesday when it's fresh, and I don't know what I'd do without that restaurant!

To Be Continued...