…but the game remains the same:
Back in the gloriously unregulated 1950s, when your average red blooded American kid could still buy cherry bombs and M-80s without a bunch of nanny-state do-gooders getting their knickers in a twist, and my favorite toy was a home lead smelter for making toy soldiers, the kids in my family used to play Blind Man’s Bluff in the rec room down in the basement. The person who was ‘it’ put a pillowcase over their head and tried to catch the other kids; the only rule was that the kids trying not to be caught couldn’t touch the floor. You had to jump on the furniture — from chair to chest to couch and, if you were good, to the magazine stand.
It was an excellent game; unfortunately the combination of giggles and loud bangs and crashes as we bumped into each other and knocked over the various lamps and vases that somehow kept getting in the way soon attracted my mother’s attention. She’d open the door to the basement, peer down into the noisy darkness and shout “What are you kids doing down there?”
“We’re just playing Blind Man’s Bluff,” we said with that innocent little voice kids use.
“Well stop it,” she said, unsympathetically.
That was the end of our fun for a while, until my brother Chris had a brilliant idea: we’d change the name of the game. We wouldn’t play Blind Man’s Bluff anymore; we’d just play Pillowcase Risk. We tried to keep the noise down for a while, but that didn’t last. Soon the basement was as noisy as ever, and once more my mother came to the door.
“Are you kids playing Blind Man’s Bluff?”
“Oh, no, Mommy,” we said in tones absolutely oozing with sincerity.
“Well keep it quiet down there.”
This worked for a while, but my mother is a cynical and suspicious person. After a couple more trips to the door to stop the riots downstairs, she shouted “If you aren’t playing Blind Man’s Bluff, what are you doing down there?”
“We’re just playing Pillowcase Risk.”
“I don’t care what you call it,” she said. “You aren’t making that kind of racket in my house.”
This is pretty much what is going on in the Congress. “What are you kids doing down there,” ask the voters, who’ve noticed some banging and crashing in the basement. “Are you kids writing a Carbon Tax?”
The greens check quickly with the focus groups and pollsters before shouting back up, “No, Mommy, of course not. We aren’t playing Carbon Tax. We’re playing Cap and Trade.”
Let’s just cut to the chase and call modern environmentalism what it has become — another form of socialism.
Let’s just cut to the chase and call modern environmentalism what it has become — another form of socialism.
So was the Clean Air Act socialism? It doesn’t seem any more or less socialist than Waxman-Markey.
Cap and Trade is the Goldman approach.
a pure carbon tax is more the liberal approach.
Cap and Trade is a reagan era invention to solving acid rain emmissions.
The business proed valuable enough that the trade sales shut down SO2
emissions a decade before the deadlines.
Cap and Trade was a CATO institute approach.
It was a CATO approach to a real problem, not an imaginary one.
you can argue about wether anthropegenic climate change is real,
but don’t call the policy approach socialist, unless you think
CATO is now a bunch of socialists.
of course compared to modern day conservatives, they probably are.
Cato’s approach may not be socialist, but you can bet any implementation of it by this Congress will be.
They just shelved Cap-n-Tax. 🙂
They just shelved Cap-n-Tax.
For now. They can always bring it back later if they think they have the votes or perhaps in a Mad Duck session after the November elections.