Electrical cars
I don’t know anything about cars, or some other topics, and most of what I do know about gets me into trouble with the humourless scolds. My attitude to automobiles is like my attitude to apartment blocks; I’d rather be in one, than looking at it from the outside. In that sense, we might say I am an “insider,” on vehicles and flats, like other people who grow opinions about “the environment.”
Should cars all go electric?
My anarchist sensibility says, it doesn’t matter. It is like the question, Should people have cars at all? Or, Should I own one? I do know the answer to this last is, No. And not because I do not have a licence, for as I explained to Kate McMillan, licences are for cissies. I first piloted my papa’s Volkswagen bug, around a disused airfield, entirely without licence, at age nine.
It’s like needing a licence to own a gun. If you are carrying one, people don’t ask.
It is a similar question, should one practice poetry, or painting, or journalism? Yes, if you want to do it, and No, if you don’t. You may eventually learn whether or not you know how. (I didn’t found my Comet Express until I was ten.)
Should one make electrical vehicles, like Elon Musk? No, in that case definitely, because you are not Elon Musk, and were precluded by birth, as Lia Thomas was precluded from being a woman. As well, perhaps, one does not have the facilities, for like poetry, painting, and journalism, everything requires equipment. Do you own a brush, or guitar? (Well, some use an imaginary guitar, and you might consider an imaginary manufacturing plant, as an economy.)
The idea that some government, especially the lunatic one that runs this country, should have an opinion about who should make what; let alone pass laws on the matter; or decide if it should be electrical, or must not use petrol; touches very near to the obscenity of liberalism and democracy. All democracy is tyranny, as we have known for a very long time.