Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise

It says right here (in Breitbart) that the original cast members of the once-popular television series Happy Days are getting back together to campaign and raise money for the Harris-Biden campaign. Now believe me, I’m usually content leaving people to go to hell in their own bucket. Many celebrities I had admired for years, people like Sam Eliot, for example, like Jim Belushi, or Linda Ronstadt have announced that they’re pimping for Joe. (Please don’t tell me about Maria Muldaur; I don’t want to know.) I admit that Stevie Nicks hurt a little, but she didn’t really surprise me. The cast of Seinfeld, on the other hand, didn’t bother me a bit; just look at them: each and every one of them is a self-evident idiot and I never watched a single episode of the show that proudly proclaimed it was about nothing.

I do admit that it baffled me somewhat to hear about Henry Winkler (“Fonzie”), Ron Howard (“Richie”), Don Most (“Ralph”), Anson Williams (“Potsie”) and Marion Ross (“Mom”) crawling out from under thirty-six years of cultural irrelevance to give up their political all and spread their metaphorical legs for that shambling, tongue-stumbling, evil old retard with his unseemly habit of touching and sniffing women and young children, and who grew obscenely wealthy in office.

I will never knowingly contribute another penny to any enterprise any of them are involved in. This is exactly like Jack Lord, Christopher George (remember him?), and Richard Boone earning a fabulous living with (fake) guns in their hands, then denouncing private weapons ownership, which they did, loudly and frequently. Rod Taylor, as I recall didn’t want guns in a movie he was making and had them replaced … with chainsaws.

But I digress.

To be sure, there are a few stellar personalities here and there like Tom Selleck, Jon Voight, Kirstie Alley, Dean Cain, and Ted Nugent who are mostly on the right side of issues (no pun intended) and who support Donald Trump. Don’t look for more than that, though; the Internet is now diverting inquiries like this into irrelevant channels. But actors, for the most part, are either completely brainless or completely gutless.

From the ancient condominiums of Çatalhöyük (no I’m not changing the subject, here), to the “insulae”—the tenements—of classical Rome, to present-day America, suburbia is the most agreeable living arrangement that humanity has ever hit upon. It allows for the convenience of big cities, yet with none of the cities’ crowding and squalor. Its hallmarks are an historically unprecedented privacy, sovereignty, and relative social equality. Men and women can easily get together to play bridge or golf or anything else they put their minds to. Kids can attend local schools with their neighbors, work at entry-level jobs like fast food and newspaper delivery, join the Boy- and Girl-Scouts, sometimes even 4H. Suburban streets are the safest and cleanest in history. It is a way for hundreds of thousands of individuals to enjoy traditional small town living, rooted in quintessentially American values: nuclear families, family freeholds, and the Rule of Law.

Joseph Biden has declared himself an enemy of suburbia. He demands that its character be altered forever by the imposition of high-rise, high-crime, cheap housing—insulae again, where carefully-farmed voters can be corralled and controlled. He believes in none of the American virtues and values, and it is increasingly clear that he—and his Marxist-Stalinist handlers—prefer the grimy rat-warrens and grubby ant-piles of the cities. They perpetually pretend to be bored dramatically or horrified by the suburbs and want to obliterate the peace, freedom, prosperity, and genuine progress of suburbia. The domestic tranquility that our ancestors yearned for is strictly bad news for ambitious politicians, as are all solved problems.

These pitiable situation-comedy refugees from Happy Days, apparently don’t have the faintest, feeblest glimmering of a notion why their show was popular long ago. They are now working overtime to destroy the very values that they once celebrated and they once leaned on to make them rich and famous. Ron Howard hates deplorables like you and me and everything that we stand for. Remember that the next time you pay through the nose to see a movie that “Richie” produced or directed.

Where We Go 1, We Go All.