Well, apparently the Comrade doesn't want the whole idea of budget cuts and over-spending to dirty his skirts this close (18 months?) to the next election, so he's given Slappy Joe Biden the job of talking to congress on the rather sticky subject of the federal government's credit limit. The nation is already scraping its head on that ceiling. Or maybe it was because Joe was out of the country for a couple weeks, so the Comrade could slide the whole issue under the bed for a while.
Anyway, Biden announced today that he wasn't interested in any budget that doesn't increase taxes. Yup, INCREASE taxes. Traditionally, tax increases are kinda like the death knell for any given regime, but the Comrade and the dems have worked so hard to give "the rich" a bad name that they believe it's fine to tax them. It's like, "Can't I just punch out the fat cats? I mean, really, what is power for?"
As usual, idiotic. Shortsighted. Reflective of a complete absence of any information about economics. What we've all come to expect from the Comrade's merry marxists.
Slappy and pals, the truth is that we-the-American-people can't trust you people with any more of our money. The governments in this nation -- and that includes most state governments as well -- are kind of like they rolled a drunk and need to rack up as many charges on his credit cards as possible before the guy wakes up and finds out somebody dipped his wallet.
Then there's the issue of "our money." Doncha wish? "Our money" was gone long ago. Now we're working on the money of the second and even third generation from now. Your grandkids. They'll be born hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt and will spend their lives paying it off. What kind of life are they going to have?
Heaven forbid any of them achieve financial success and become slaves of the state.
You see, what you want nowadays is to be on the receiving end of the goodies, not the giving end. See, the way it works, if you reward people for failure and despair, they pursue failure and cultivate despair. Penalize them for productivity and independence, those things don't look so attractive anymore, and they've never been easy.
So, break a leg, kids -- literally. All the better if it's a compound fracture that doesn't heal and the doctors have to operate several times and you end up with one leg shorter than the other. Do I smell "permanent disability?"
Just think, you'll qualify for the handicapped parking spots. If your SDI payments don't quite cover living expenses, you can demand a sit-down, do-nothing job from any employer! Yet you'll still be able to function pretty much like everyone else.
A dream come true for your descendants, is it not? A "free" ride on the Federal Gravy Train? Who could ask for more?
Somehow, when ol' Thomas Jefferson mentioned something about a vision of "yeoman farmers," that is, people who were self-sufficient and self-directed, I don't think SDI was part of the plan. The only people who might sometimes really do damage to themselves to get out of working were the slaves. And I don't blame them for that. Why work if you can't keep what you earn?
Got that Slappy?
WHY WORK IF YOU CAN'T KEEP WHAT YOU EARN?
Just introducing a new idea into your palsied brain. You know, Biden never had a real job either. Always involved with government. He's got about as much of an idea about how real life works as his bud, the Comrade.
A couple of pretty useless clowns.
Save the Republic.
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