I love the Internet.
Love is actually too weak a word. There is no word that describes what I feel about the Internet. It never sleeps, and the sum total of human knowledge is there in the form of text, pictures, video, and music.
In all likelihood, you, the reader of this blog, and I have never met, and we may not even be in the same country, but we can send each other pictures, video, or a 500-page manuscript, and do it without consuming paper, printing, postage, time, or money.
Children with physical disabilities and old people who are infirm can reach out across time and space to communicate on a level playing field.
Gay or straight, young or old, with or without speech impediment, vegan or carnivore, knitter or welder, gardener or theoretical nuclear physicist, there is a place for you on the Internet where you can learn and share ideas.
And the Google!
How can you sleep at night when any question you could possibly imagine can be answered in three of four clicks? What were George Washington's false teeth made out of? How is schist different from granite? How old is Van Morrison? What is the population of Botswana, and what is it's history?
My cell phone has on it every bit of recorded music ever made, along with the lyrics to every pop song I have ever heard, every book ever written, and every movie ever screened.
My cell phone is the most powerful publishing platform in the world, and the cheapest and easiest form of communication in every country. It is a global store that sells everything under the sun, and does foreign currency transactions faster than you can pay for a coffee.
How can anything compete with that?
That's why record stores have disappeared, and so too has Blockbuster.
Bookstores are all but gone. Neighborhood libraries still exist, but they are having to re-purpose themselves as "computer centers" in order to justify their existence.
What about zoos and circuses?
They too are struggling to stay open, or are fading out altogether.
It used to be you had to go to a zoo or a circus to see a tiger or an elephant. Now we have YouTube, BBC Animals, and National Geographic TV.
Who wants to see a bored elephant in a concrete cage, or a deformed Killer Whale in a swimming pool, when you can see massive numbers of the same animals, in the wild, facing off against their enemies, mating and feeding, without ever getting out of your La-Z-Boy?
And so it does not come as a complete surprise to learn that Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus is finally folding up its tent for good.
Some will tell you it's because of the "animal rights" folks, but I would note that the same folks telling you this are posting this idea from their cell phone.
Most of these same people have not been to a circus themselves in the last 20 years, and it's not because they are card-carrying members of the "Animal Rights" movement.
What is the Animal Rights movement? Where are they? Have you ever actually seen a PETA protest in the wild?
I haven't, not once, and I live in the state where they are headquartered, and I work in the city where all U.S. federal legislation is made.
Let's us observe reality. We have hamburger and chicken establishments on every corner, in every town and city, and everyone we know wears leather shoes and holds their pants up with a leather belt, and you have never seen a PETA protest in the flesh.
We have more pets than ever before, and we have no qualms about feeding them chicken, beef, beaver, deer, lamb, pork, fish, and turkey.
No one from PETA has every picketed your local grocery or pet store.
There are no animals rights activists in the fields or forests where you hunt or walk your dogs.
The simple truth is that the "Animal Rights" movement is mostly fiction. It doesn't exist in the real world beyond 10 million pieces of direct mail and a lot of carefully cut and curated videos to help support those same pieces of direct mail.
So what's really going on behind the demise of Ringling Brothers? Simple: technology.
The very same technology that made the Big Top bloom like a hot house rose 125 years ago, has been working hard to kill it ever since.
Here's the story: 19th and 20th Century trains and roads made it possible for circuses to travel from one end of the continent to another in order to entertain small-town people who suddenly had a little disposable cash in their pocket.
But entertainment competition for the circus arrived very quickly in the form of radio, movies, and television.
At the same time, small town economies began to collapse as capital spooled up to create ever-larger factories designed to make and ship more and more goods farther and farther away.
Circuses, which once counted on stopping at at least two dozen small towns between the big cities, found the road no longer paid. When local oil refineries, assembly plants, stock yards, and furniture factories folded, small town populations collapsed and the thin gloss of prosperity drifted away.
Through it all, more and more televisions and radios were sold, and more and more movie houses were built.
One factor amplified the other.
The ready availability of high-quality, low-cost, no-skill instant gratification met rapid urbanization, and a lot of things started to reduce their cross section in the national psyche, from contract bridge to bowling, and from hunting and fishing to dog shows.
This story is not deeply hidden.
In fact, it's the story of your life, as well as that of your parents and grandparents.
So why do we not hear about it more?
Simple: it's easier to focus on the bogyman of "animal rights" than it is to look at the things you cannot change, such as the rise of technology, or the things you will not change, such as the breeding of defective, deformed and dysfunctional dogs in a closed registry, or the showing of dogs in a system where professional handlers have an unfair advantage.
And so the Animal Rights movement is empowered as a causal agent, even when it has little to do with the collapse of the thing at hand.
"They" must have killed the circus, we are told. You know -- "those people" that we have never actually seen in the flesh. "They" killed off the circus and "they" are going to kill off pedigree dogs too.
To which I can only say.... Right. Just like they killed off bowling and contract bridge. Those bastards!