I've been fighting what I'm hoping is just a sinus headache -- a lovely pressure squishing my eyes into the front of my head, my glasses are too tight and my forehead throbs. It comes and goes, and while it hasn't brought on the sparklies of migraine, I'm well aware that it's possible.
Hence my absence last night.
But part of it too is, I suspect, a certain amount of stress at things that are going on across the country. I'm not going to talk about Wisconsin, although I will say I hope the recall of certain Republican senators moves apace, and I strongly hope there's something that can be done about their governor in less than a year. Because he's dangerous.
No, my mind is spinning about Michigan. Have you heard?
Michigan has an Emergency Financial Bill that passed on Wednesday, although I don't know when or if it'll actually go into effect.
But what this Bill does is not only does it, at the governor's whim, remove all collective bargaining rights for, well, anyone in Michigan, if a town is in financial trouble (and many are), then the governor can order the city government disbanded and can appoint someone to take over the town. That "someone" is not required to be a person. A company can do it.
My mom grew up in the Depression, and I heard about company towns. There's a reason unions were formed. In a company town, you have no legal recourse to anything. You can be fired for no reason, you don't get a regulated work week, and you won't be paid a living wage.
It's the beginning of feudalism again.
And the thing is, even if a town -- and it would have to be a small one -- could refuse to be a company town and walled itself off and refused to be taken over, if a small town decided to live as a community (GASP, like COMMUNISIM!!), all of us are too interdependent on the national infrastructure.
Who's going to provide power? Water? Food? Most townships can't provide for themselves, and certainly larger towns and cities can't. Not anymore. We have to rely on others, and that makes us vulnerable in this situation.
Tea Partiers talk about a revolution, and they may be prophets of a doom I hope we're not forced to live through, but it's not the revolution they anticipate. It's more along the lines of the French Revolution. I don't want it to come to that, but it terrifies me that it might.
Or maybe it's just my headache talking.