Strolling past the local Obama campaign office yesterday, I was struck by the odd-seeming decision to occupy the front of an abandoned automobile dealership, one of several lining this stretch of Silicon Valley's El Camino Real, to tout the wages of Hope and Change.
The real estate mantra is well known: location, location, location. Why then this peculiar choice immediately adjacent to another formerly thriving, but still-vacant, dealership? California Democrats run everything and seemingly always will, so perhaps those staffing The One's campaign office just don't notice or persist in blaming George W. Bush for their low rent. Whatever the genesis, there is no denying the evident irony deficiency.
But there is an alternative explanation. The front door of Obama campaign central opens up to a president-sized view of state-directed industrial nirvana: a glitzy showroom displaying high-end electric cars from Tesla Motors. Tesla, natch, is the beneficiary of a $465 million loan from the Department of Energy awarded in January, 2010--just in time to buttress the company's initial public offering. Haven't considered a Tesla for your own garage yet? This may have something to do with the six-figure entry price. But you can at least experience a frisson at seeing a select few of your betters swanning about in their environmental fashion statements, while of course each pocketing a $7,500 federal income tax credit.
Funny how the folks who are always railing against income inequality enact policies tending to create the very dystopia of their imaginings.
For those of us without a spare $100K for an all-electric Car of the Future, allow me to offer up my favorite view of Silicon Valley's Forward HQ. This daily reality reminds me of the termination of the Keystone XL pipeline, the boot on the neck of domestic oil producers and those sunny public servants at the EPA. And it strengthens my resolve to turn out and vote in November.
UPDATE - DocJay's comment below reminds me to ask my fellow Ricocheteers to please post any evocative photos from your own environs depicting the Joys of Crony Capitalism, or any of the other sundry pleasures trickling through our current economic Slough of Despond.