The Old Man Of The Mountain
“Men hang out their signs indicative of their respective trades; shoemakers hang out a gigantic shoe;
Jewelers a monster watch, and the dentist hangs out a gold tooth.
But in the mountains of New Hampshire,
God Almighty has hung out a sign
to show that here He makes men.”
– Daniel Webster
Sometime in the wee hours of Friday night and Saturday morning, May 2-3, 2003, New Hampshire’s state symbol lost his tenuous hold and slid down the frozen face of Cannon mountain to become just another pile of granite rubble at its base. The Old Man of the Mountain was no more. As in any major symbolic event the effects were not obvious at first.
Fast forward to November, 2006. The NH G.O.P. — in power for over one hundred years — gets ousted. The Dems capture the legislature and retain the Governorship. Six months later The Granite State becomes indistinguishable from Maine, Massachusetts and Vermont as our Democratic colonial overlords enact their typical nanny-agenda:
1. Gay civil unions.
2. A Mandatory Seat belt law.
3. Tax Hikes.
4. New licensing fees.
It was always too good to be true; New Hampshire, the lone red hold-out in a sea of blue, sank under the tide of refugees who fled the corrupt Tax-And-Spend states on her border, but brought their odious politics with them. Already, average folks have been priced out of the southern part of the state as the yuppies move in, bulldozing their homes to raise McMansions. In the North Country, Condominiums sprout on mountainsides like tumors.
No wonder The Old man chose oblivion. How could he watch over this?