If you're of a certain age, you'll recognize the reference in the headline.
For the record, lots of people think either Pete Seeger or Paul Simon wrote this song. It's actually from 1950s Folk Revival troubadour Ed McCurdy. But let's put aside musical
history. January is the time for resolutions, an activity whose plausibility is
roughly on par with giving up things for Lent. Short days and cold nights
encourage fantasy, so I'm going really big for 2016. I'm going to dream
that an unexplained wave of sanity descends upon the USA in 2016, and that the
following things occur:
1. A Bernie Sanders presidency. Okay,
you knew that one was coming from me but seriously, in a sane world would
anyone be rooting for Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton? The stench of greed and
overall despicability hangs on The Donald like a bad toupee, and Walmart Hill
is about as trustworthy as a domesticated rattlesnake. And she's probably less
venomous than Marco Rubio, the GOP Stop- Trump darling of the moment. Sanders is
the only candidate who actually gives a damn about ordinary people, isn't a
gadzillionaire, and is exactly what he says he is.
2. Significant gun
control actually happens. I said I was indulging in fantasy, didn't I? What
we'll really get in 2016 is more sprays of flowers, more Bullshit sandwiches
from the NRA, and lots more funerals. Invest in Teddy bear futures. In 2015, 265
children killed themselves or someone else with a gun. These were not
predator or gang killings; these were accidental deaths because, when you leave
loaded weapons hanging around, shit happens. So I'm dreaming that during the
Great Sanity Epidemic of 2016, we'll actually ban assault rifles, overturn
concealed carry laws, and limit the amount of ammunition a person can buy to
two bullets at a time (with a proviso you must provide spent cartridges to buy
another two). I'd like to ban all weapons, but apparently my dreams are
more rational than my conscious mind.
3. The term
micro-aggression is banned and thinking is declared mandatory on college
campuses. The very idea that college is supposed to be a "safe
space" where one's existing beliefs are supported and coddled is absurd.
One is supposed to go to college to learn skills, but also to expand one's mind
and have preconceptions challenged. In my fantasy, both student and
professorial bloviating propagandizers are swept aside by a free-thinking,
free-speech, evidence-based tidal wave. It becomes mandatory that each student
must consider three alternative points of view for every one they express. In
my deep fantasy, I imagine students who publicly proclaim they were
"wrong" about something–anything! I also dream of a student-led
backlash that asserts, "If you want a safe haven where people only believe
as you believe, get thee to a nunnery."
4. Climate change is
acknowledged and addressed. In 2106, Americans, Indians, and the Chinese
awake one morning and realize that climate change is real and that there will
be no future commerce unless it's rolled back. All three nations withdraw
subsidies for petroleum, admit that "clean coal" is a hoax, slash
their military budgets, and allocate resources for the development of
high-capacity batteries, hydrogen cells, and renewal energy sources. Congress
passes a bill mandating that, beginning in 2017, no vehicle can be sold that
does not get at least 45 mpg, slaps massive carbon taxes on all existing low
mpg vehicles and on factories that pump pollutants into the environment, and
mandates that all existing vehicles and factories must be energy efficient and
emissions-free by 2020. Business industry and petro-chemical stockholders are
stunned when the Supreme Court upholds Congressional action. "It's either
this or the end of human life," says Anton Scalia, writing for an 8-0
majority, with Justice Thomas abstaining.
5. UMass kills its
football program. What a stupid idea it was in the first place! What a
waste of money! What kind of an idiot ever imagined the crimson-clad Minutemen
would become the Crimson Tide of the Northeast? It's staggering that
nobody in the UMass administration has had the courage to say, "Enough!"
and end a farce that's costing nearly $9 million per year—all for a terrible
team to play in front of 9,000 disinterested people in cavernous Gillette
Stadium. The continuation of UMass Bowl Division football has become a classic
CYA maneuver for its red-faced progenitors. This program will fail—it already has—but in my fantasy it's put to bed before it
bleeds additional millions that could be put to better use.
6. Parents say
"no" to football. Since I'm on a gridiron high horse, a sanity
outbreak would rot football at the grassroots level. I think football is already
a dying sport, but it will take decades at the current disintegration rate.
Lots of parents are steering their kids into alternatives like soccer that
won't leave their offspring with oatmeal brains by the time they're 28. True
sanity would involve a collective refusal to sacrifice young people's brains
and bodies for the sake of a TV advertising machine.
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