Commission of Geniuses
Our Government is gathering a collection of geniuses to evaluate the situation and determine how to squeeze blood from a stone. The blood will be in the form of new and painful taxes on the less successful people as well and the more successful people of this country. If it’s moving or breathing it’s going to get taxed into submission.
I think I missed something, where is the gathering of geniuses to evaluate the situation and cut some spending. Revenue is not the problem, spending is the problem. When we spend things that aren’t needed, we consume revenue that should be saved for spending that is needed.
Let’s use the drunken sailor analogy. Let’s assume I’m drunken sailor, and I have been given 3 days of liberty. As I go out on my liberty I have $1500 hard earned dollars in my pocket and no regard for my own well being or future needs. As I start my liberty I take a couple of adult beverages to help me make my poor choices and serious mistakes.
My first stop is to go to a nice place that welcomes sailors, especially drunken sailors and I continue to consume adult beverages. So far I have consumed $200 of the $1500, leaving me with $1300 in revenue. As I relax and consume the beverages of my choice, a nice lady sits next to me and starts to talk about this and that and I buy a few adult beverages for her. There goes another $200 down the bottomless pit and I get nothing in return. $1100 is all that’s left of my revenue now, I had the hopes and dreams of some unlawful carnal pleasure to go with the $400 I pissed away, but so far nothing. I go to another high class place to find a lady of easy virtue and satisfy my need for some quality lemonade and chamber music. This adventure costs me $500 and I may or may not have gotten what I was looking for. My judgment is clouded by the adult beverages and my memory is fading fast. I now have $600 left and I have two and a half days left of my liberty and probably have not accomplished what I was looking for. As I sit and contemplate my disappointments I consume another adult beverage and……..
I wake up several hours later on a gutter with no shoes on and a very large pair of ladies undergarments over my head. My wallet is empty and I feel cheap and violated. I have more than 2 days of my liberty left and I have no good memories to please me in my old age. I’m going to hate liberty in the future.
I go back home and start to ask my buddies if I can have some of their revenue to continue my liberty. I pissed mine away with no apparent results. The selfish bastards refuse to give me anything and I have to wander the streets broke and lonely for 2 more days. Liberty Sucks.
The hero of this story could have been the drunken sailor, but he wasn’t because he attempted to enjoy his liberty like an elected empty suit. (Which came first the elected empty suit or the drunken sailor? We’ll save that discussion for another day)
He spent and spent and spent and got little to nothing in return but unrealized hopes and dreams and some cheap thrills and a very large pair of ladies undergarments. He tried to increase revenue by getting some of his buddy’s revenue before they had a chance to make their own mistakes and poor choices, but they wouldn’t agree to it. Unfortunately for us we can’t choose not to pay any new and painful taxes, we will be compelled by law to pay whether we want to or not.
Vote the Bums Out,