Upward mobility has become a myth. The rich have developed all sorts of ways to grow fatter and fatter and will do everything in their power to deny it to the rest of the country. That’s the reality. Ooooh, Obama wants to do income redistribution, what a commie pinko. What do you think the graduated income tax is if not income redistribution, the law of the land for about eighty years? (Although there are those who think that’s unfair, those who dream of being successful and enjoy a life where the rich have all the levers of power.)
And Mr. President. Stop being the professor and return to the soaring rhetoric of the campaign. You gave us hope and optimism. You made us believe things could be different. Sure, it’s harder once you get in that white mausoleum but leaving the creation of legislation to achieve your vision to Congress is like asking Wall Street to be more careful with our money. Where the hell were you during all the debates over health care, financial reform, and continuing economic stimulus? Sneaking a smoke outside of the Oval Office? Leaving it to Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi? I would posit that they lack a certain je ne sais quoi” (French for “what were you thinking?”); they’re the last people I’d want carrying my water — or watching my back.
Ah, we sit back and blame Congress, the president, the media, big business, the liberals, the conservatives, the Lithuanians. Anywhere we can point a finger to avoid addressing the truth that, as Pogo once said, “we have met the enemy and he is us.”
Oh, we’ll probably stumble our way back to a version of prosperity, but I fear that something will have been lost, some sense of American nobility and honor, some moral grounding that transcends the idiotic ranting from the left and right, some reason to be proud to be Americans.
However, through my frustration and anger, I do hold one truth to be self-evident:
In Jameson Veritas