THE CORPSE WE CALL NEW ENGLAND My experience living in New England is that moral

THE CORPSE WE CALL NEW ENGLAND

My experience living in New England is that moral responsibility is something people feign but never practice. Not that people are necessarily immoral, but that they leave morality entirely up to the individual without taking responsibility for one another.

There is nothing left here. It’s a desiccated carcass devoid of moral moisture, by a long drought of self congratulatory puritans trading asceticism for socialism in search for even higher-minded virtue signals with which to express their authoritarianism.

The civic society of the town-square imported from ‘little England’, gradually dissipated to the dry utopian winds along with investment, culture, aesthetics, optimism, by the crushing weight of importing working classes, rising soviet influences, followed by industrial flight. Then, having failed to enthrall the common man, trading up again, and importing underclass immigrants, rising postmodern influences, followed by white flight. As if repeating past failures might lead to different outcomes. Asceticism, socialism, and postmodernism are just excuses for high minded, authoritarian, rule which produces genetic, cultural, economic, and intellectual wastelands. The market creates, authority destroys.

Hartford, New Haven, Bridgeport, Waterbury, Danbury are right behind Baltimore and Detroit, with a glimpse of Oakland frequently visible on the horizon through the skeletons of industrial, cultural, and genetic remains.

The Big Sort Continues. The Foundry continues to throw good money after bad. The Heartland pleads for reason. The South waits out the fall. The mid atlantic bleeds them dry. And coastal Techno-eco-topia creates the illusion that there is hope.

This was once the most beautiful place on earth to live.

But Puritan and Jewish authoritarianism laid waste to the eden we had made here.

Curt Doolittle

(and yes, I am a son of puritan founders)