What Ever Happened To Regler People?

I used to see Regler people everywhere.

If Atlas ever shrugged, some mincing actuary or other variety of ink-stained wretch that wants to build a railroad without pulling a building permit wouldn’t be him. Atlas had muscles, yo. You can’t hold up the heavens with Post-It notes.

I miss Regler people. They’ve disappeared from view. No one will consent to be Regler anymore. There was real dignity in being Regler in my lifetime, but no one would be caught dead being Regler now. Except us, of course. We’ve ridden being Regler right into the volcano. Oh how the average person fresh from the courthouse or rehab or the tattoo parlor looks down their nose at us.

Average Americans used to be so very above-average. They were Regler. We live in the wreckage of Regler society, and warm our hands over the fire we made from the boards we pulled from their abandoned houses. Pass the bottle and tell a tall story in the flickering firelight. Tell one about giants. Heroes. Tell one about Regler people.