It doesn’t get any better than summer in Detroit. Oh, wait. You didn’t get that memo? Check out:
Manicured lawns that could double as PGA putting greens. Row upon row of freshly painted, neat-as-a-pin houses. Lovingly tended tulip beds. Neighborhood barbecues. Sand lot softball. Kids running through sprinklers or chasing the ice cream truck. Ancient elms arching into leafy green canopies over Nashville Street.
Detroit, 1967. The summer the fam visited my grandparents. Yep, Motor City was home to just about everyone: grandparents, parents, 20+ uncles and aunts and boatloads of cousins. Most worked for Chrysler/Dodge. Detroit was beautiful and life was good – before 50 years of DemoLibs wrecked both.
Oceans of ink have been spilled over Detroit lately. Many are asking duh questions like, how does a snug, safe, family-friendly community wind up a train wreck? How does a prosperous, flourishing city like Motor City, USA go belly up?
Short answer: Detroit is what happens after 50 years of DemoLibs. Detroit is the predictable outgrowth of everything DemoLibs love, embrace and foster: union greed, burgeoning government, out-of-control, irresponsible spending, government dependency and a half-century of single-party rule. Detroit is what happens when the entrepreneurial spirit is squelched, punitive tax hikes on job creators are in effect, and unionized employees leech off the taxpayer. Detroit is what happens when big government runs out of other people’s money and the tab comes due.
The Three Ds: What DemoLibs Do
Dependency, debt, decay and Detroit: it’s what DemoLibs do.
The policies and politics that drove Detroit into the ground are embraced by Boy Wonder Barry, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi and their minions. If they get their way, Detroit will be the rule rather than the exception.
Oh, and those magnificent elms? Just like the debt, dependency and DemoLibs that ravaged a once-thriving, prosperous city, Dutch elm disease destroyed every elm in my grandparent’s neighborhood. Diseased beyond cure, every single tree was cut down in the seventies. Their leafy canopies, green oases in a sultry Detroit summer, are no more. Just like the city.
Detroit deserves better. So does America.