Confessions of an Ex-Progressive

CONFESSIONS OF AN EX-PROGRESSIVE
Peter Goodchild
My interests these days are very limited, partly because I’m fairly busy with the daily tasks of rural living, but also for other reasons. Basically, I no longer believe in most of the things that “progressive” or “left-wing” or “liberal” people believe in.
I am very much concerned about peak oil. In fact, I think there will be some very devastating famines coming up, even in countries that never dreamed of such things. The catch is that very few people are thinking of this problem. And most of the people who are thinking of it are not thinking very carefully. They’re happy to go on the Internet and babble about it, but they won’t actually lift a finger to help themselves or those around them. Like finding a piece of rural property, learning to grow food, and so on — and most of these things will be impossible for anyone who’s going to wait until the last minute. Also, if people think “the authorities” will solve it all, they must also believe in Santa Claus.
I am most definitely NOT interested in “alternative energy.” At least 99% of it is utter science fiction. Anyone who believes in that crap should go to the nearest high school some evening and sign up for “academic upgrading.”
I am also most definitely NOT interested in “global warming.” Yes, it’s very much of a problem at the moment. Global warming is caused by oil and other hydrocarbons. But we happen to be running out of oil, not to mention all other hydrocarbons. When those hydrocarbons are gone, the problem of global warming will also be gone.
Come to think of it, there’s a whole lot of “progressive” stuff that I don’t believe in. I have very little sympathy for homosexuality, for example, although I’m quite willing to be tolerant of it. It’s absurd to believe that homosexuality is genetic. If we look at the world’s truly non-repressive societies, such as those in Polynesia, we find that virtually all people have quite energetic sex lives, but homosexuality is generally looked upon as pointless.
I also don’t believe in gun-control laws. I feel sorry about the fact that teenagers, brought up in this dreadful society, sometimes go mad and shoot people, but it’s somewhat inevitable. Making guns illegal is not the answer. And I, for one, certainly want to have a weapon available for the day when the ever-increasingly-martial laws make me a possible guest in the barbed-wire vacation resorts that our governments are now planning for us.
Now I’ll go back to my cave and play with my saber-toothed tiger.
I feel much better.