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regarding the tax issue!" Good HEAVENS, truer words were never spoken!
Our fellow citizens NEED that re-education - BEYOND desperately!
Unfortunately, it's a big job ahead for us on that, since we'll have to counter-act YEARS of pre-programming by the likes of norquist, newtie gangrene, and all those other wolves in sheep's clothing, hiding behind lofty-sounding organization names like "Americans for Tax Reform" and "Americans for Fair Taxation" and all that.
It was nasty newtie, after all, who fired the first shot in the most recent battles - back in the early 80's, when he was swept into Washington on ronald reagan's coattails. He's the one who issued this UTTERLY EVIL little book of words and phrases - NEGATIVE ones for all things Democratic, liberal, and progressive, and POSITIVE ones for all things republi-CON, conservative, and reactionary. norquist and frank luntz were on his heels, following straight away to help close the deal he worked up. They came up with, among other things, the concept of "Tax RELIEF" - that sounds good, easy to say, easy to remember, and loaded with implication that "taxes" are something you need "relief" from, ergo - they're a bad thing. It's people like him who encouraged this, in the most recent past.
Of course, reagan was a HUGE villain in that, too, because he was a wolf clad in cute-baby-kittens-and-puppies clothing. But because he was a smooth-talkin' former movie star who could read very convincingly off a cue card, and he had a few really great buzz phrases about "it's morning in America," "the shining city on a hill," and "get the government off your back," people just fell all over themselves for him and his nice, folksy, friendly, approachable, aw-shucks schtick.
PARTICULARLY after Jimmy Carter's term in which he spent a weekend in deep meditation and deliberation at Camp David and then came down the mountain to speak of a "national malaise." NOBODY wanted to hear about any harsh realities or some glum doctor's poor prognosis. They all wanted the nice, fun, easy, cheap, happy-talk stuff from the jovial, smiling, congenial, upbeat father/grandfather-type old man. They didn't want to hear harsh reality. They wanted nice Hollywood fairytales with happy endings and simplistic, easy-to-grasp, Readers' Digest soothsaying. They didn't want the "hard werk."
Well, it's human nature, I guess. Who wouldn't prefer good news over bad? Who wouldn't want to be told that everything's gonna be fine and nothing's really that bad and it's all okay and I'll meet you on Easy Street? Hell, I had parents like that - when my dad was going down in the worst kind of arduous, anguished sickness and deterioration, my mom was firmly ensconced in denial-land, thinking and saying everything was gonna be fine. Now that she's going down the same unhappy way, her partner is saying the same thing, every time a doctor's visit or check of her chart is mentioned, or they put her through ANOTHER test - "ahhhh, everything looks GREAT! She's doin' FINE! Results are just perfect! Just fine!" Yeah. MY ASS it's fine. But who wants to face reality when it's bad?
However, at some point, we HAVE TO. We have to grow up, accept the mantle of true maturity, and face it anyway. The adults REALLY DO have to be back in charge. Because we're in a SERIOUS mess and we HAVE to do something concrete, and definitive, to start fixing things. And that means being a big boy and a big girl and facing the things you'd rather not have to face when you'd rather be outside playing, or sleeping in and ignoring the alarm clock, or sitting on your ass waiting for your ship to come in and be handed to you - for free. If the remedy is cod liver oil, then I'm damned if I want to be sweet-talked and given sugar pills.
And I'm realistic enough to recognize AND accept that you DON'T get something for nothing. If it's truly worth having, there's always some price to be paid. It's NEVER free.
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