IS IT HUAWEI OR THE HIGHWAY?

The tech community, as well as various democratic governments, is asking the question, is it Huawei or the highway? This may be the ugly truth before us. I don't particularly care. Corporate capitalism has given us a similar, my way or the highway conundrum. They say, we must accept Free-market economics, or nothing else. "Anything less would be socialism, and we can't have that."

Similarly the Republican party is telling us that we must accept their truncated view of Democracy or find another country. My way or the highway, deal with it. Donald Trump has forced the GOP to accept his political viewpoint (even though he could not articulate his viewpoint) or else. They have dutifully fallen into line. 

I will not! Nor will I move. The salient fact about all authoritarian governments is people get tired of them and they get overthrown, or have to waste lives and resources to remain in power. Sooner or later, some bright innovators will find a way to compete with Huawei and it will go the way of the steam locomotive. Republicans will get theirs too. Sooner or later, they will find themselves not attracting new generations of Republicans to replace the old or the ones smart enough to see the handwriting on the wall. Until that time, as long as I live I will remind Republican sycophants that it was their party that prevented us from mitigating global warning. It was their party that lied to the American public about weapons of mass destruction. It was their party that allowed voter suppression in red states to proliferate. It was their party that refused to preserve American Democracy from a kleptocratic autocracy. At that time it will be our way, our way, or the highway.

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