As a card carrying conservative who understands the necessity of order and restraint in a free society, of course I deplore the current fad among left-crazies of keying, burning, or otherwise damaging Tesla cars and trucks.
The same characters — always with time on their hands and money for travel and signs — show up for the demonstration du jour.
This lunatic and criminal behavior, carried out by bands of feral toe-rags, should be quashed and the malefactors jugged for months or years. I call for this crackdown even though the Tesla Cybertruck, honest observers agree, is the ugliest vehicle in the history of the world. It has all the charm, and some of the same sharp edges, of a kidney stone. They disfigure our highways and city streets. If Elon’s Cybertruck were architecture, its style would be called Late Soviet. Brutalism on steroids. While I denounce their destruction, I would not at all mind if city beautification committees across the fruited plain required that dense hedges be built around them to shield them from the view of innocent burgers going about their business.
One could be excused for concluding that what the low-slung Cybertruck lacks in aesthetic appeal it makes up for in discomfort. Being of mature years and 6 feet 2 inches, my wife could sell tickets to the neighbors to watch me try to wind into one. Which of course I would never do save at gunpoint. To be fair, prosecution will stipulate that many of Tesla’s other products look like actual automobiles rather than like something out of a 1950s sci-fi B-movie.
Over the weekend the usual suspects took to the streets to raise hell around Tesla dealerships, declaring Tesla owner Elon Musk a limb of Satan, chief deputy to Satan himself, Donald Trump. They bleat, fortissimo, that he and his products should be cast into outer darkness. Elon’s crime, in their warped analysis, is to work for free to locate and excise government bloat (of which there is no shortage) and root unproductive and overpaid “workers” from the government payroll. How anyone sensate enough to get his shoes on the correct foot cannot see this as a boon to an overtaxed and wildly in debt nation is one of the mysteries of the ages. This delusion is described in the medical literature as Dementia Elondosis.
Connoisseurs of contradiction — and the bat guano left is nothing if not a sea of contradictions — can marvel that some of the same people with a history of making public nuisances of themselves about climate change (blissfully unaware that Earth’s climate has been continuously changing since there’s been a planet Earth) are now demonstrating against the most successful electric cars on the market. It’s hard to locate a clearer example of cognitive dissonance. It’s enough to give even a minimally rational person cognitive whiplash.
Electric cars, the gullible and comprehensively uninformed believe, are meant to go a long way toward ending what used to be called global warming. They won’t, of course (a subject for another day). In fact if I made a list of the Ten Worst Ideas in the History of the World, electric cars and trucks would be on it and very near the top. Even higher than the designated hitter and tattoos on women.
The Left’s current madcap campaign against Musk — a brilliant and successful businessman donating his time to putting an elephantine federal workforce on a much needed diet — at least presents us with a clear demonstration of the difference between a liberal and a left-crazy. The liberal buys a Tesla to show that he really cares about the planet. Moral preening. Virtue signaling in its purest form, with no more intent than to show the difference between his noble self and his social and moral inferiors.
Left crazies are another matter altogether. They raise hell in all manner of ways for the fun of it and in an attempt to pump meaning into their otherwise pointless lives. They’re up for any cause that the left jungle drums tell them is critical, even if these causes contradict other causes they’ve whooped up. The same characters — always with time on their hands and money for travel and signs — show up for the demonstration du jour. Global warning, unrestricted abortion, free Palestine, save the whales, and now, defenestrate Elon Musk. I didn’t see Gerda Thundermug at any of last weekend’s demonstrations. Surely she must have gotten the word. Maybe she was at home ironing her keffiyeh.
Beam me up, Scotty.
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