If you cram people into hyper-urbanized environments, you turn them into sitting ducks for any new germ that comes along. Especially if you take their cars away and stuff them into mass transit. That slurping sound is a hungry virus licking its lips.
Early this morning my wife saw a fox trotting up our sidewalk. You’re not supposed to see them. But their hiding places have been systematically uprooted and paved over, as the philosopher-kings labor to turn our lovely small town–not so lovely as it used to be!–into a noisy, crowded, ugly city. Gives ’em more clout within the Democrat Party, you see.
After decades of scheming and finagling for it, they’ve finally got high-rise dwellings in the middle of downtown, having gotten rid of several acres of parking space. They’ve got shills writing in to the local–ahem!–newspaper bragging about what a swell time they’re having in the high rise and how they, superior beings that they are, don’t need cars anymore and ain’t they just as cute as buttons? Their dwellings have been erected within yards of our very busy railroad tracks. How they manage with the noise is something they don’t talk about.
But make way for Agenda 21! Progress, progress!
What it looks like is a plan to first turn the towns into small cities and then connect the dots to transform all of central New Jersey into one big gigantic city. And stack all the people on top of each other, jam them together like sardines, because that’s supposed to make it easier to control them.
Hey, no problem! Mandatory universal vaccines, against every disease known to humankind–that’ll protect us. Mandatory lots of other things, too. Laws are cumbersome; mandates are cool: stroke of the pen, law of the land.
When progressives say “progress,” watch out.