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One of the things from my upbringing that seems to have tatooed itself in my values is extreme skepticism about the ability of government to do good things, or, maybe more accurately, to do them well (I say sketicism, not outright opposition to government involvement in all situations). Whenever I hear someone express that faith (which is what it is, pure and simple) my hackles rise.
For example, when road construction detains me, I have always assumed (until proven otherwise) that this is about something other than needed improvements to infrastructure -- pork barrel politics, keynsian economics, political vendettas, whatever -- and even if about the ostensible purpose, it is not being done as efficientily and as well as if private enterprise were doing it. For example, on Mercer in front of the Opera House here in Seattle three of four lanes are closed, and have been for a month, so construction workers can store their junk and tools, and a honey bucket, while commuters who pay them for this work are funneled into a single occluded lane. Crap strung around absent order or efficiency like in my daughter's bedroom on a Sunday night of a rainy weekend. I just don't believe that if they regarded us as clients they would treat us this way.
The work on Mercer has been going on for over ten years. When my youngest boy, now ten, was a baby he and I saw a car roll over right in front of us because of construction debris. Mercer is our La Sagrada Familia.
For example, when road construction detains me, I have always assumed (until proven otherwise) that this is about something other than needed improvements to infrastructure -- pork barrel politics, keynsian economics, political vendettas, whatever -- and even if about the ostensible purpose, it is not being done as efficientily and as well as if private enterprise were doing it. For example, on Mercer in front of the Opera House here in Seattle three of four lanes are closed, and have been for a month, so construction workers can store their junk and tools, and a honey bucket, while commuters who pay them for this work are funneled into a single occluded lane. Crap strung around absent order or efficiency like in my daughter's bedroom on a Sunday night of a rainy weekend. I just don't believe that if they regarded us as clients they would treat us this way.
The work on Mercer has been going on for over ten years. When my youngest boy, now ten, was a baby he and I saw a car roll over right in front of us because of construction debris. Mercer is our La Sagrada Familia.
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