As a moderate extremist, I’m not inclined to automatically dismiss
anyone or anything outright. Drones just might be the most effective
weapon in asymmetric warfare. Some degree of entitlement privatization
probably warrants further study. If a corporation can demonstrate a
resolve to behave sustainably, perhaps it should pay nothing in taxes.
I’ll listen to the arguments. I might even be inclined to agree. Despite
the chill, I’m willing to swim (or, at least, wade) in a handful of
conservative/libertarian think-tanks.
But when I hear conservative-sweet-twenty-sixteen Mark Rubio declare,
“Whether the Earth was created in 7 days, or 7 actual eras, I’m not
sure we’ll ever be able to answer that. It’s one of the great
mysteries,” well… my tolerance shrinks and shrivels down to an
unforgiving dogma, “I cannot image ever voting for a Republican.”
The phrase deserves an asterisk. The *’s caveat might read: “Until
the party and its people accept radioactive dating into their lives.”
I’m not asking for a complete devotion to science, just some semblance
of empirical thinking… a post-Renaissance, Enlightenment, and Industrial
Age approach to our world.
Why endure leadership that doesn’t fathom the intricacies that stem
from biologic life? We don’t have time to teach presidents the
dependencies entwined in biodiversity. Surely, presidents are swamped by
US economic and diplomatic tutelage. How might a Republican, who’s
curiosity and knowledge of life science remains stunted somewhere
between first and second grade, ever catch up? I fear they wouldn’t,
won’t, couldn’t, can’t. And, thus, I’m forced to meet their dogma with
some of my own.
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