Twelve year old twin daughters of a family with whom we are acquainted have pursued strenuously the acquisition of pet rats, one for each twin. The approach of Christmas accelerated the putsch into semi-Panzer attack mode; their parents, conditioned to the latest in parenting, acquiesced. Or perhaps better, caved. Two rats were duly acquired, one for each twin. They were at once, installed in the appropriate bedrooms, one for each twin. And the twins remained (most unusually) in those bedrooms until dinnertime. Here we find a model of America’s ongoing dwindling.
Americans, since the 1830’s or earlier, have been conditioned by Progressives to seek the good life for the most people through government programs. That has lured voters living in a harsh, competitive reality in which only a few attain wealth and substantial numbers suffer privation, at least compared to the average. The lure is clear: only a small percentage of humans ever succeed largely, a countervailing percentage fail and most are stuck in those “lives of quiet desperation” assigned the average man. Why not vote for one who promises to use other people’s money to relieve us of that?
So we vote them into office and wonder why they don’t produce what they promised. Consider: The twelve year old twins desperately wanted their pet rats; a product of their imaginations untrammeled by any real experience. In their 12 year old minds was a cute creature that would cuddle with them. No thought intruded that scene with information of cleaning rat poop, the handcuffing schedule of food, water and exercise or the delighted attack of the family’s two large dogs should a rat wander. But contemplated or not, those are real and inescapable. And the rats’ lives are hostage to not only learning, but mastering those facts by two pre-teenaged girls of differing temperaments. Those rats, we suppose, are doomed. And by the time the twins are old and responsible enough to assure a reasonable shot at survival, neither twin will want a rat; they will understand the law of diminishing returns.
Just as sellers of pet rats survive on new generations of 12-year-olds arriving annually, politicians make it on a new generation of voters arriving for every election. That is the implicit guarantee of Lincoln’s “… you can fool some of the people all of the time.” That provides the survival of politicians and guarantees the demise of rats, along with the hopes of optimistic voters. Or put another way using works provided by P.T. Barnum: “…A sucker is born every minute.” His career proved his comment; though perhaps to a lesser extent than has that of our current President.
The reality in our little parable though, is not the vicissitudes of entrusting 12-ear-olds with the welfare of living creatures. A few will rise to the occasion; the majority will simply increase the pet store’s need for more inventory. That is good at least, for the pet store. A bit tough if you are a rat. Our reality is the patent irresponsibility of parents who, generation after generation, continue to feed this juvenile syndrome instead of asserting reality in protection of both the rats’ lives and the sophistication of future voters, which the twins will i due course, probably become.
Those parents would probably refrain from giving 12-year-old boys a Christmas present of dueling pistols; their gifts of live rats indicates a lesser concern for the lives of small animals. That signal will not go unnoticed; it is no wonder that abortion is now a “woman’s right,” never mind any rights for the unborn.
Our species pursues any illusion that feeds its desires, does it not? And then, unhappy with the inevitable result, looks around for someone else to blame. Somewhere in our DNA, there’s probably a gene for that …
Meanwhile, the twins are enjoying their unfortunate rats that they wanted so greatly; nobody has inquired whether the rats in turn, wanted 12-year-old twins.