beatiful story
http://pmcarpenter.blogs.com/p_m_carpenters_commentary/2005/05/the_devil_they_.html> May 04, 2005
> The Devil They Think They Know…
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> A few months ago I was sharing some cheap Chianti at a cheap bistro with a rather non-political -- borderline apolitical -- acquaintance. Nevertheless, for reasons forgotten he happened to wonder out loud why our political leaders were permitting a mushroom cloud of a deficit. He couldn’t understand why the powers that be weren’t tackling what must surely be a coming meltdown.
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> “It’s quite simple,” I said. “The powers that be aren’t fumbling the ball or merely tolerating this looming disaster. Quite the contrary. They’re doing everything they can to ensure it. It’s an ideological thing, a desire to undo the New Deal – anything at all related to FDR’s humanization of capitalism.” I was happy to explain this oddity.
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> “They want a deficit so grotesque that virtually all social programs will be a fiscal impossibility down the road, even if a socially conscientious governing team sweeps into power. The money simply won’t be there. Deficits and their accumulated debt-interest will be too huge to allow any wiggle room. We’ll be stuck with the far right’s agenda, no matter who’s in power.”
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> I noticed more than a glimmer of incredulity, so I plowed ahead.
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> “Oh, they were once coy about it. This thinking started during the Reagan years somewhat serendipitously when their supply-side rigmarole didn’t work out, but they denied it. Lately, however, thinking they have ‘the people’ on their side, well, now they’re brazenly open about it – in particular, Grover Norquist, the blabbermouthing right-wing ideologue in bed with Karl Rove, politically speaking.”.....
.....I sensed that his irritation -- now coming as well, it seemed, from embarrassment over being so uninformed -- threatened a sputtering rage. Truth can be dismissed if one gets mad enough at its messenger. And, I further sensed, this messenger had by now grown that second horn and, to boot, a tail, snaking up and around the trident just behind me. Knowing that most people refuse to accept the Devil’s word on something, I lit a cigarette, poured two more bad Chiantis and changed the subject.