I don't usually "come back to smell it", as my mother used to say, but a news byte and then a theory tagged with a bit of contrition:
One of these new go-karts that go zoomyzoom on electricwahwah (I think too many people read WATCHMEN in the 80's), the Chevrolet Volt, is hitting the papers and pages quite a bit with its penchant for bursting into flame--so, if you think this new mode is all "friendly", touch a burner on your stove for a quarter-second. The Volt, this new, magnificent boon to us all, sold a whopping 603...that's *603 Chevy Volts*, automobiles, cars (of a sort), WORLDWIDE, during the month of January. This isn't about the American economy. In 31 days, a planet of 8 billion people didn't buy enough of this thing to service all of Downs.
Sticking to my particular point, the ruination of Normal by the happy crappy of a Council of cheerleading hippies, this news draws me up short...because the Chevy Volt is already on the fast track to being the next Susan B. Anthony dollar...and if one fails, well, what do you think? Like what happened to the Tucker? Wink, wink. Or, being less conspiracy-mionded, how many people do you know, who still drive a Saturn?
But, now, see, this actually bumps the Council up a bit, on my scale. Why? They're gamblers. These are (most of them) Business People. They Know this is a shaky proposition, for all their Brave New posturing. But they're outfitting our humble hamlet for Susan B. Anthony dollars on wheels, and *no one* is stupid enough, submoronic enough to so obviously heave us in the dumper. not so we, any of us, could point to it. Hence, They think they've made a good move...in the face of all early returns to the contrary.*It's A GAMBLE, folks*! They're throwing the dice.
Read all these EV-teetertotter-silly articles. The Council is buying in on the cheap. That, if nothing. So, if this green bullcrap tanks or even just fails to sway Big Oil's grip, if the SUV's get nothing but bigger--which, is exactly what will happen, and call me Babe Ruth--then, they spent *very* little money (not as little as they'll make out then, but still), which they'll nip and tuck in their Other ledgers until it's as tidy as their words. They'll look great. They tried, they had our best interests at heart, but Damn all these selfish power-elite!, right? They didn't run us in the red over it and they fought the good fight.
If, on the other hand, somehow Green Rules The World and words like "comrade" start popping up in the vernacular...then, they look like prescient geniuses, never matter that all they do is check their version of the Arbitrons to find out what "might work". If Ed Begley, Jr. becomes an icon and these perverse buggies supplant 4x4's and Cadillacs w/fins, then, they come out smelling like roses, a gold watch in each hand. Summed up, they win, they win big; they lose, they lose small.
"Mr. Spock," said Scotty, "that was a good gamble. Perhaps it was worth it."
And it will be, regardless. For Them. Which is exactly who They're thinking about.
But it sure beats shiny-faced naivete.