MORE DISPATCHES FROM THE INSURGENCY.

County fairs are instructive venues when it comes to symbols of the Normals' discontent with their Intellectual Betters.

Labor Day weekend brings with it the Walworth County Fair, complete with plenty of kryptonite for metrofexuals.

My thoughts on pickup trucks tend to the pragmatic.

"There are a lot of go-karts masquerading as pickup trucks that can't haul 4x8 sheets of building material or tow a 30 foot racing sloop or the draft horses to the circus parade."  From time to time the culture wars aspects of impractical pickup trucks have amused me.  "For years, the intellectual heirs of Sinclair Lewis have made any sort of powerful motor vehicle a signal of Babbittness. Or, with their kin at the drive-train, the sport-utes, rolling enablers of road rage."  And yes, there is plenty of material to draw upon.

At contemporary gas prices, I can't help but wonder whether some of those large pickups sell, in part to make a statement to the metrofexuals and the insufferable sissies on their recumbent bikes or in their electroboxes.  Perhaps, with one of these flags fluttering from the bed.

That English Templar flag calls attention to a window-maker's shop.  No, I don't know why he chose that.  It's apparently now possible to buy the Betsy Ross flag pre-distressed.

The insurgency, though, has its work cut out for it.  A few years ago, the Walworth County Democrats' messaging was "we've got some things you might agree with, and we'd like you to consider our message."

This year, they went Full Totalitarian.

Those "womens' rights" probably doesn't refer to dudes in the girls' locker room.  Freedom, apparently, is tax slavery.  You can pretend that creating government monopsonies is a way to improve the provision of health care, although the not-so-secret wish is for public provision, for all the good that will do.  It's even more amusing to consider John Chisholm's party and "safe communities" in the same sentence.  But that's what Milwaukee voters voted for, and their real freedom is to cower in their houses.

I made the mistake of engaging these people, letting them know that their "protect clean air" meant somebody taking away my gas stove and my ceiling fan and dictating what sort of car I could drive.  One of their pitchmen pointed at me and said, "YOU need to be regulated!"  His nametag read, and I am not making this up, "Karl."  So much for that "democracy."  I'm an Irascible Peasant, to borrow Mitch "Shot in the Dark" Berg's locution, to be ordered about.  Well done, Karl.  Why?  "I believe in the greatest good for the greatest number for the greatest length of time."  Cool.  There are at least two too many "greatests" in that formulation but Karl couldn't wrap his mind around that so I left.

Whoever the pitchman was, he epitomizes the way the Democrats con people.  You disguise your unicorn with a high sounding word or two, or a phrase, and when the unicorn fails to materialize, note that at least your intentions were good.  In reality, dear reader, Victor Hanson nails it.

Nothing escapes it—not ceiling fans, not natural gas cooktops, not parents at school board meetings, not Christian bakeries, not champion female swimmers, not dutiful policemen, not hard-working oil drillers, not privates and corporals in the armed forces, not teens applying on their merits to college, not anyone, anywhere, anytime.

The operating principle is either to allow or to engineer things to become so atrocious in everyday American life—the inability to afford food and fuel, the inability to walk safely in daylight in our major cities, the inability to afford to drive as one pleases, the inability to obtain or pay back a high interest loan—that the government can absorb the private sector and begin regimenting the masses along elite dictates. The more the people tire of the leftist agenda, the more its architects furiously seek to implement it, hoping that their institutional and cultural control can do what  ballots cannot.

We could variously characterize their efforts as destroying the nation to save it, or burning it down to start over, or fundamentally transforming America into something never envisioned by the Founders.

Will their upheaval succeed? All the levers of the power and money are on the side of the revolutionaries. The people are not. And they are starting to wake to the notion if they do not stop the madness in their midst they very soon won’t have a country.

We can hope so, but it's going to take more than Baja pickups flying Trump flags to reverse the damage the Donks have done, although I suspect that their overreach, whether it's to ceiling fans or servings of beer, will eventually go too far.  I agree with Jazz Shaw, better they be turfed out peacefully.

[W]e don’t have to tolerate it. They need to go. A serious housecleaning is needed, and I don’t just mean in the House of Representatives, though they are clearly part of the scam. Stop putting up with it or you will be living in pods and eating bugs while they laugh at you from their mansions. Hopefully, this can be taken care of at the ballot box. If not, other remedies may be required. But enough is enough.

A constitutional republic is about citizens regulating politicians, and the Walworth Donks have to be reminded of that.  Preferably not at the point of a gun or with a wardrobe of tar and feathers.