Life was good growing up in suburban Detroit in the ’60s and ’70s. Sure, we had a hippie problem: Dirty, long-haired teens played ugly music too loud. But people were happy, and one could walk around outside without even thinking about stepping on a live grenade or having a wild hoard ambush them from the bushes. Bill Milliken was governor, and I liked him because he didn’t make any mistakes bad enough to get himself in the limelight. The only interaction we had with local government was over the hippies playing their music too loud, the chuckhole that never got fixed properly, and, of course, taxes. When I got older and moved down here, I was thankful for our nation’s Founders, who decided we would preserve law and order while protecting ourselves from wild-eyed tyranny.
Fast-forwarding to today, we have city and county governments maneuvering behind the scenes to display a gay pride flag to celebrate activist judges overturning the vote of the people and federalism. Adding to the brouhaha, somebody just called the county with a bomb threat as a reaction to the tomfoolery. And yes, I suspect a lot of this has to do with each side engaging useful idiots to make the other side look bad. I mean, people who disdain anybody who talks about what I shall hiply term “the Founders’ Way,” surely have too much going on upstairs to act so childishly,
