The evil of prosperity, the evil of means is really defined as viewed through the lens of the beholder or in the hands of the manipulator. For it seams that all this evil means experiences a metamorphosis when it changes hands by force through taxation, fines and regulatory compliance ordinances into government coffers. Then, when it somehow finds it way into a government initiative to support several unwashed, matted-haired individuals surrounding a mud puddle, I’m sorry, a vernal pool, chanting in desperation for the rains to continue and fill the crevice in an effort to block a logging operation from continuing to support hundreds of hard-working families and their community at large, it becomes somehow wonderful. Perhaps we can appreciate their willingness to stand there in defense of the defenseless mud puddle all the while donating ounces of blood to the reproductive cause of the swarming mosquitoes who are flying in formation around their caked ringlet heads in a salute to their generosity. But we cannot agree with the environmentalist’s and liberal’s belief that money, when earned, is evil and money, when stolen, is good. Truly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
“Ah, you foul fiendish capitalist,” they cry, “ No, Robin of Locksley are you!” Yes, sadly my one brief foray into joining the cast of “Men in Tights” was thankfully nothing more than abject humiliation, actually, a cruel joke played on me by my older sister. How she ever tricked me intoooo….ahem, moving on. It would seem that even Robin Hood would be dismayed at the lengths Peter Vigue has gone to appease the new “Merry Men” and how they continue to decry his endeavor to create a more suitable artery of transportation for the State of Maine. He has addressed the eminent domain issue, proving that false. He has made many overtures to the conservation and wildlife concerns by building causeways over the highway for safer migration. He has assured that the imprint of the road is narrower by far than I-95. Yet, the environmentalists continue to chant, sweat and wail. As each demand is met and another is thrust in Vigue’s face, the truth becomes all too evident. There is one core issue of distress that cannot be resolved. The East-West highway is a harbinger of prosperity to come. It represents everything most hated by the left. Americans earning their money and reinvesting that money into their community portends those communities becoming a bustle of hated, healthy human activity. When these communities become part of the artery of commerce, they will taste the forbidden fruit of independence, self-reliance and self-actualization. Oh, how the left hates that word, independence. But we in Maine love it!
The East-West Highway represents the one final link to integrate the ingenuity of this great State quickly into the commerce fabric of our fabulous Nation. For to long we have been held back from seeing our piece of the American Dream. Imagine if the environmentalist had been around to stop I-95. How would they get around to harass Peter Vigue? Let’s take our rightful place in the American commerce, or…we could…go back to dancing around the mud puddle and praying for rain.