Marin County

We have pondered - how in the world did so many come so completely unhinged in so little time?

Marin County was normal a few years back, or, just barely left-of-center. But now there are more lefty extremists per square foot in this county than there are fleas on my favorite dog Kona. We mean big-time liberals - liberal with everyone else’s money but their own, rabid environmentalists for example unless of course that creek full of salmon just happens to be getting in the way of their new driveway. So nothing unusual with the left here on that account - all of ‘em talk the talk.

But back to our central consideration - why are there so many of these little darlings in this county?

One of the most astute observers of the political scene today is Victor Hansen, a senior fellow at the Hoover Institution (plus a man in ownership of a list of other honors that if detailed would fill this space). Hansen surmises that a good part of the answer is weather and geography. In this most temperate of climates, "It is as if nature offers no reality check to human naVveté, no reminder to the would-be utopian that, yes, there are rigorous impediments like snow and constant storms that transcend man’s ability to ensure the good life with tenured, high-paying government jobs, lavish payouts."

In other words," he continues, "a communitarian statist morphs out of control in a place like Mill Valley in a way he would not in equally liberal Minneapolis. The sun multiplies the therapeutic efforts of the state; in addition, the natural bounty that good weather and geography bring can, for a while at least, cover the results of human foolishness."

That’s a good long way to our explanation folks. The weather and geography have always been here, it’s just that it became fashionable. These types are driven by fashion, and so here they came.

Plus let us add that political choice in this county is more glandular than cerebral. Lefties here don’t understand the implications of their view but even if they did, they wouldn’t care. There’s enough of them in this county to give them effective mass; that is, they can be quite content reassuring each other at the nursery counter or the salon, of their wisdom - the blind, holding hands together in the dark.

They live as if in a cocoon but they know it. They know they’re an outlier; they know they’re not held responsible for real-world results. They get a pass just as handicapped folk get a pass. If not, and they actually cared for their kids, they’d have to change. They’re free to make noise because no one, no normal person, no regular American takes them seriously.

But they get a kick out of it.

Robert Craven