I’m back, because even if you
hate me, you need me.
Boner just offered (Oh? Did I spell wrong? I don’t think so.) exactly what the liberals
want, what the Occupiers want, what every left-thinking person in America wants. He
offered to raise the tax on millionaires (real millionaires – that is, people
who make a million dollars) and leave the tax rate for everybody else. Obama rejected it. Obama wants to raise taxes on his new
definition of millionaires – that is, those who make $250,000. He will only raise the taxes on millionaires
if he is allowed to raise the taxes on your local entrepreneurs and other not-so-rich who have a good year – in short, a lot of the Middle Class.
Did you know this? Having heard it, does it matter to you, or are
you incapable of grokking the fullness because you’ve got a block in your brain
that says, “If Obama doesn’t want it, I don’t either.” This is an important question to ask
yourself. Like pinching yourself to see
if you’re awake.
I’m lying low in New York
City. It's lower than I thought; we had a flood. And we had an election – same one you had so you know how it came out.The local news is I can’t buy big sodas anymore. A few seasons ago, I was down there in the trenches when the occupiers came. Bought a few meals for a few kids to hear what they had to say. Since I came with teaching credentials, they talked education. Free education. For everybody. For as far as they want to go. That means you’ll need a PhD to be a greeter at Walmarts, and you won’t have learned much more than you need to do that, but I didn’t argue. I don’t argue much these days. It’s hard to get my dander up. Lost the country, you know; it’s subdued me. Still, I see that we’re living in parallel worlds. Some people know what’s going on and others don’t.
This has become obvious. Time
Magazine named Obama “Person
of the Year”. For “finding and forging a new majority.” Even though he lost the independents, he got 60% of the under-30 vote. He managed to convince a lot of those who don’t know a thing about issues,
to vote for him for president; they
think he is outside politics, and they like him.
Someone I really like, a musician, said he was voting
for Obama because he had convinced him – he didn’t say of what – and that he was an honest guy. As they say so often these days, “You can’t
make these things up.” Fortunately, his seventeen-year-old son, a Beatles-loving,
vegetarian throw-back, was shocked, and said to him, “What? Don’t you read the fact-checker?” Made my day.
There’s hope yet. And because
there’s hope, I’ll be here if you need me.
By the way Obama got the nod, beating out the Time readers' selection – another diminutive and imperial head-of-state: Kim Jong-un, North Korea's much loved, missile launching, supreme leader.
But be happy. As I post, the solstice has come and gone, without the world coming to an end, yet. What little of December 21 that's still left in California and Hawaii is becoming just another first day of winter.
