Fortunately I live a mere 12 miles from Wisconsin’s capitol. Takes me 50-60 minutes to pedal there when the weather is nice, but sometimes as much as 70 or 80 minutes in the winter when the bike trail hasn’t been plowed. So I get up there and bug “my” legislators once in a while.

That he should be a tad chastened by his vaunted suburbia, with its increasing foreclosures and important part in the continuing Neo-Conservative Bait and Switch Globalism should come as no surprise, even for an emotionalist like he. Things are not altogether swell on the Beav’s Street. The people, generally nervous, are now jerky too. Nervous and Jerky aint convivial and as the New Yawk Times much vaunted “Conservative liberals can like”, he is sapped of his strength when things aint convivial.

The Neo-Conservatives and their world improving fellow Statists in both the Democrat and Republican Parties have attached themselves to the Globalist War Train. They seek to display a Magnificent America, a kind of Pax Consumerata that will play a movie in every mind. Washington, our Imperial Seat is as much engaged on the far side of the planet and with every thuggish client state as it is with the easily distracted masses residing within the paranoid “Homeland”. The Global Financialists have run their scams and Washington, on our befuddled behalf, has bailed them out . Steadily, the international fixations will increase their dominance until we will no longer be able to maintain the Potemkin facade that Mr. Brooks assiduously props up with his fellow emotional warriors. Eyes cast everywhere but home, one can only hope that they will lose their way and forget how to get back, leaving the rest of us who enjoy a mind of BOTH emotion AND reason to master our own home rather than some glamorous , unobtainable concept of a Perpetually Smiling Globe, whose fiat money is a casino commodity once known as unsecured debt. This would be a first unfortunately, usually the Imperialists create too many enemies and obligations and retreat home, bringing their armies with them to quell any revolt on the part of the roundly flummoxed populace. The Chickens don’t come home to roost, vultures do.

He may come here for a few laughs, smiling at the rustics and their madcap rural romanticism. However, he remains one of the more insufferably wrong purveyors of the toxic Conventional Wisdom that is tearing us down year by year. They take delight in gutting the fabric of the nation because it bores them when compared with the Big Plans Stem To Stern. I wish their bilge pump well.

Has anyone studied the effect of nearby neighborhoods on the agenda at the state capitol? Denver’s Capitol Hill neighborhood was once rundown and majority minority but is now gentrifying and largely gay.

Whoever can hassle the legislators in person the most can win too.

Meanwhile, it strikes me that suburbia and exurbia will prove to be barren ground for the growth of mobs if/when gasoline becomes unaffordable/unavailable. The burbers might get mad-as-hell, but given how overweight, out-of-shape, and downright spoilt many of them (OK, us!) are, chances are slim that more than a few will walk or bike five or ten miles to gather and raise hell. Back when farmers used to strike in this country they still had horses and some motor fuel in addition to the physical capacity to walk further than 100 feet from the parking lot to the entrance. This time ’round Everyman may suffer alone – especially if cable TV and cell service wink out along with “open” signs at the gas stations.

Think I read somewhere that one of the things corporate tycoons and political bosses really liked about Levittown back in the day is that it was an arrangement which deterred the congregation of working men. And Levittown circa the 1950′s was fairly dense compared to newer suburbs.

Bereft of fuel for his motorized playthings, no longer able to watch NASCAR, our friend Billy Fourwheeler may burn up most of his frustration just trying to keep food on the table. Perhaps he will vent his remaining traces of wrath on the people who sold him fairy tales and lies.