
When I was in Vancouver, British Columbia in 1998 I was often accused of being a mindless drone, brainwashed, controlled by an oppressive church. Otherwise, there was simply no rational reason for my being there, in a shirt and tie preaching religion to this bastion of radical, progressive, cutting edge idealism. In truth, I was there because I wanted to be. I knew it would be good for me. It was something I needed to do, for my benefit.
In other words, it was in many ways, a selfish choice. But it was again, my choice.
Where I am going with this?
Today we are witnessing the birth of a new religion, one hell bent on eliminating one's ability to choose (the very antithesis of religion). However, this is not done in any sort of totalitarian brutality - not like Iran, for example. But rather it is done under the guise of "taking care of this delicate planet". Prince Charles, in an effort to remain relevant in a world that has long cast him off as an insufferable mediocrity recently said that we, the good peasants on the kingdom of Earth have but just 96 months to save the planet from this evil, oppressive, "age of consumerism".
But don't worry. The left does not use fear mongering to make their points.
Mark Steyn, the British ex-pat and author expresses very tightly what I seem to always be ranting and raving about - dependency and control, and how environmentalism, the religion of Green, is being used to control nearly aspect of our lives. From what we eat, to the cars we drive, to how fat we are allowed to be:
It takes a prince, heir to the thrones of Britain and Canada and Australia, Jamaica, Papua New Guinea, and a bunch of other places, to tell it like it is: You pampered consumerists are ruining the joint. In the old days, we didn’t have these kinds of problems. But then Mr. and Mrs. Peasant start remodeling the hovel, adding a rec room and indoor plumbing, replacing the emaciated old nag with a Honda Civic and driving to the mall in it, and next thing you know, instead of just having an extra yard of mead every Boxing Day at the local tavern and adding a couple more pustules to the escutcheon with the local trollop, they begin taking vacations in Florida. When it was just medieval dukes swanking about like that, the planet worked fine: That was “sustainable” consumerism. But now the masses want in. And, once you do that, there goes the global neighborhood.
Yes, exactly. We peasants have no business improving our lives! Consumerism, luxury and leisure, vacations in Florida, those are meant only for the elite, royal class. Upward mobility is destroying the Earth, capitalism is melting the ice caps and starving the polar bear. Leave leisure for the educated, benevolent prophets, let them dictate what our pursuit of happiness ought to be. Never mind college, that shiny new car, the cabin in the mountains or that week in Bermuda. We are simply to simple to know what is good for us, we need a clergy of politicians to determine that!
And after they bestow their wisdom upon our dull, thick heads, they will climb back into their limousines, be driven to their private jets, and flown to a palace where they can quietly determine the next and latest and greatest tax hike or earth day-esque religious ceremony. "Sacrifice and simplicity for thee, dear subject, but of course not, for me!"
Capitalism, upward mobility, and the "American Dream" is the perpetual Nazi, the suicide bomber, the ongoing and repeated Enemy of the Statist.
Environmentalism opposes that kind of mobility. It seeks to return us to the age of kings, when the masses are restrained by a privileged elite. Sometimes they will be hereditary monarchs, such as the Prince of Wales. Sometimes they will be merely the gilded princelings of the government apparatus — Barack Obama, Barney Frank, Nancy Pelosi. In the old days, they were endowed with absolute authority by God. Today, they’re endowed by Mother Nature, empowered by Gaia to act on her behalf. But the object remains control — to constrain you in a million ways, most of which would never have occurred to Henry VIII, who, unlike the new cap-and-trade bill, was entirely indifferent as to whether your hovel was “energy efficient.” The old rationale for absolute monarchy — Divine Right — is a tough sell in a democratic age. But the new rationale — Gaia’s Right — has proved surprisingly plausible.
I belong to a religion because I want to. I could walk away and nobody would blink an eye. There'd be no fine or jail time. No public outcry and no politician, or bishop, chastising me for failing to see the greater good. Sadly, if the train-wreck we call the federal government has its way, we may all belong to this new State Religion (never mind the Establishment Clause), the soft despotism of Green. You won't have a choice in the matter. While you may not be a Sunday worshiper, you will contribute to the cause with your soda and cigarette taxes, your astronomical energy bills, and the quiet humiliation of having to drive one of those comical "smart cars" to work every day – assuming you still have a job.
I wonder if some of those angry people in Vancouver are still badgering the LDS missionaries about being mindless drones while on the buses, the same as they were a decade ago?
I bet they are.
But just like I was, those missionaries are on that bus because they choose to be.
If only that were the case with the Religion of Green.
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