Here, let me help a brother out, Martin: As Romney said repeatedly (though not, I don’t think forcefully enough or clearly enough last evening), cutting tax, particularly on small businesses and by significantly lowering the corporate tax rates, will lead to reinvestment in American jobs and industries. Removing the burden of having to send any seed or expansion money to the government allows businesses to keep more, re-invest it, higher new workers, expand the business, and thus grow the economy. And a growing economy, as Reagan and the Laffer Curve have both shown us — SCIENCE! — increases revenue. Hell, revenue to the government increased under Bush. The problem there was spending. The government spends more than it takes it, and it refuses to rein itself in, preferring to take more of our money to fund its “investments.” And we have no say in those investments, and no way to opt out of the debacle of, say, Solyndra.
The Democrats can cite Clinton all they want, but the truth is, Clinton had a conservative Congress to work with; and near the end of the Bush years, the Democrats were in charge of budgets, and it was they who left Obama the situation he inherited (and he voted for the budgets and programs that created the situation he now decries, doubling the irony). More, Obama had both Houses of Congress and could pass anything he wanted in those first two years in office. He chose to repay his cronies and push through a health care plan that as a practical effect turns citizens into subjects — and at the end of the slippery slope is single payer government health care that will have attached to it all sort of conditions, from nutritional demands to (you think I’m joking?) “voluntary” exercise regimens, where we’re all told to stand in public squares each morning in our Ralph Lauren workout pajamas doing some American variation on tai-chi.
We all, every one of us, in whatever way we can, need to be hammering this shit home, to anyone we can get to listen. Last night I spent a half-hour in a convenience store parking lot lecturing the living hell out of some poor, grungy, old-hippie-looking bastard with a case of cheap beer under his arm who asked me if I’d seen the debate, then shot a conspiratorial grin at me and muttered something disparaging about Romney. God knows I never saw myself jumping to Mitt’s defense in any situation, but in reality, it was less Mitt I felt I was defending and more the simple truth about the awful fix this country is in, and how we got here, and what for definite certain will NOT work to get us out of it.
At one point he said something about how gas prices needed to be more in line with Europe’s, because “the future, maaan” or some such disordered tommyrot…at which point I really cut loose on his ass, then told the guy I didn’t mean to come off like I was jumping his personal shit or anything, but was not going to sit there and listen to “facts” that ain’t so without rebutting ’em.
And dammit, I ain’t. I’ve spent years hanging around liberal dopes–in the music biz, just you try and avoid ’em–and smiling stiffly and keeping my mouth shut, or muttering some lame go-along-get-along shit about how yeah, all those politicians sure suck, don’t they, whenever anything like a political discussion looked like starting. My persona here is not the whole of my life, and as incredible as it may seem (even to me sometimes), I have a few at least somewhat liberal friends I’d like to keep–which goal won’t be met by allowing myself to get dragged into that kind of conversation with ’em; we all already know from bitter experience that liberal tolerance for dissenting viewpoints runs somewhat less than thimble-deep. So I let loose the bile here, and swallow it elsewhere when I feel it politic to do so.
Well, no more. Anybody looking to talk current events with me from here on out can count on getting as much as they want and then some. The only way the misrepresentations of fact, the disingenuousness, the outright brazen lies peddled so long by Lefty wet smacks can continue to spread is if we let ’em. If you don’t weed the garden of Truth, the tree of Liberty dies. I intend to swing as big a damned hoe as I can from here on out. I suggest you all resolve to do likewise. No, we’re not terribly likely to persuade anybody. But we can damned sure make certain these people know that they’re fooling no one but themselves. And standing up for truth and right against iniquitous blackguards–or their ignorant dupes–is its own reward.
Update! Hold onto your hats people, because speaking of the truth, Axelrod, of all people, just laid some down. No, really.
“It was a very vigorous performance, but one that was devoid of honesty,” Axelrod continued later on in the call, “and so today, on the day after, I think the question for you, for the American people is really one of character and whether or not a candidacy that’s so fundamentally rooted in hiding the truth and the facts from the American people in deception is the basis of trust on which you would assign the presidency to a person.”
Oh wait, you mean he wasn’t talking about his useless boss? Okay, never mind then.