In the latest example of one of the candidates getting it absolutely wrong on multiple levels, Herman Cain exacerbated his blundering comments blaming the unemployed victims of Wall Street’s drunken gambling spree for being unemployed by saying, to loud cheers from the audience, "I still stand by my statement,". Herman has become a stand out amongst the largely bland or, in Rick Perry’s case, stupid, pack of would- be presidents and it may be that he has had a little too much of his own kool-aid, because he then decided to elaborate...uh oh...
"They might be frustrated with Wall Street and the bankers, but they're directing their anger at the wrong place," he added. "Wall Street didn't put in failed economic policies. Wall Street didn't spend a trillion dollars that didn't do any good. Wall Street isn't going around the country trying to sell another $450 billion. They ought to be over in front of the White House taking out their frustration."
Hey Herm...just a reality check for you; blaming the rape victim for wearing too short a skirt is a really, really bad idea. And blaming the one guy who has actually put forward some tangible attempts to fix the unprecedented and deeply fucked up mess made by profit-crazed geniuses in tassel loafers just makes you look like an tool. Try to remember that the nasty lingering infection plaguing the economy had a long gestation in 30 years of almost unbroken republican dominance of the prevailing national discourse on economic theory, coupled with gratuitous and slavish devotion and service to corporate interests, all in the name of trickle down or Bush-a-nomics or Greenspanian gibberish that can be passed off as the one path to the American dream for struggling middle class joes scared shitless of being laid off or down-sized right out onto the street.
Of course, this fairy-tale nonsense is just another chapter in Herm’s simple minded 9-9-9 plan, one which he bravely but almost unintelligibly hollers about at every debate now, made bold by being underestimated and his rivals’ utter lack of a cogent plan of their own. He is well schooled in the theory, made into standard republican doctrine over time, that loud and repeated lies will often be assimilated by simple-minded voters eager to hear someone say something positive about the future, even if it as unlikely as an episode of The Jetsons. So he keeps claiming that his plan will level the playing field, enhance fairness overall and “not raise taxes on those least able to pay”, a completely indefensible position repudiated by economist after economist but clung to feverishly by Herm who doesn’t appear to have many other ideas aside from building some big-ass electrified Berlin Wall along the southern border to keep the brown hordes away.
Last night, as a matter of fact, every member of the clown posse tried to impress the audience with the ferociousness of their policy towards illegal immigrants; this is an easy sell to the hate-filled assholes who seem to gravitate to these things. The problem is, though it may have slipped past them unnoticed, that there are a hell of a lot of Hispanics in the US – getting close to 20% of the population – and they’re not all pushing Mitt Romney’s lawn mower or washing dishes in Texas BBQ joints. Alienating them with tough talk designed to get the base all riled up so you can win the early primaries may just make shooting yourself in the foot seem like elective surgery.
But I am getting off the subject at hand; the pile of outrageous lies and misinformation evident every time these simpletons wonder off into the morass of theoretical economics. It’s bad enough that all of them – with the possible exception of Ron Paul – in one way or another supported the TARP program as it was unveiled by Bush the Dullard at the dawn of the financial crisis. Perry clearly supported it, much as he wants to pretend he’s some bad-ass anti-government gunslinger, and knows damn well that, even if it didn’t turn out exactly as planned, it was necessary for the government – not private industry muscled up with tax cuts – to do something. Bachman had her hand out, Romney was all for it as long as his drinking buddies from the Hamptons told him to be – even Newt Gingrich, blowhard know-it-all professor emeritus specializing in how to squander an overwhelming political advantage, reluctantly admits that he would have supported it had he had a vote in the matter.
Now, of course, all of these Nobel prize winners play I-told-ya-so and try to be the one who hates the bailout – and, by extension, Obama – the most, once again in a desperate attempt to move the anti-government nincompoops who constitute the torch carrying mob of republican primary voters to support them. If they can’t; if they don’t drag in enough money over the next month, they will be sitting glumly around the Thanksgiving table, washing down dried out turkey and nasty oyster stuffing with tumblers of good whiskey and bending everyone’s ear with half drunken and bitter tales of why they couldn’t win the Illinois straw poll.
It was comical and a tiny bit sad to watch Michele Bachman shrilly try to get a word in edge ways and when she finally did, propose to just shit-can the whole US tax system and replace it with a flat tax so – in her garbled explanation – even poor people can pay income tax at the same rate as millionaires, a tricky position to defend when pissed off cops and laid off sheet metal workers are camping out in the town square, murmuring angrily about the filthy swine who ruined their lives. Clearly none of these knuckleheads has a clue really about how to fix things any time soon. But one of them has to win and I predict the field will be significantly smaller by the time I choke down the last of the pumpkin pie and slump dazed and confused in front of the fireplace on Thanksgiving night.
"They might be frustrated with Wall Street and the bankers, but they're directing their anger at the wrong place," he added. "Wall Street didn't put in failed economic policies. Wall Street didn't spend a trillion dollars that didn't do any good. Wall Street isn't going around the country trying to sell another $450 billion. They ought to be over in front of the White House taking out their frustration."
Hey Herm...just a reality check for you; blaming the rape victim for wearing too short a skirt is a really, really bad idea. And blaming the one guy who has actually put forward some tangible attempts to fix the unprecedented and deeply fucked up mess made by profit-crazed geniuses in tassel loafers just makes you look like an tool. Try to remember that the nasty lingering infection plaguing the economy had a long gestation in 30 years of almost unbroken republican dominance of the prevailing national discourse on economic theory, coupled with gratuitous and slavish devotion and service to corporate interests, all in the name of trickle down or Bush-a-nomics or Greenspanian gibberish that can be passed off as the one path to the American dream for struggling middle class joes scared shitless of being laid off or down-sized right out onto the street.
Of course, this fairy-tale nonsense is just another chapter in Herm’s simple minded 9-9-9 plan, one which he bravely but almost unintelligibly hollers about at every debate now, made bold by being underestimated and his rivals’ utter lack of a cogent plan of their own. He is well schooled in the theory, made into standard republican doctrine over time, that loud and repeated lies will often be assimilated by simple-minded voters eager to hear someone say something positive about the future, even if it as unlikely as an episode of The Jetsons. So he keeps claiming that his plan will level the playing field, enhance fairness overall and “not raise taxes on those least able to pay”, a completely indefensible position repudiated by economist after economist but clung to feverishly by Herm who doesn’t appear to have many other ideas aside from building some big-ass electrified Berlin Wall along the southern border to keep the brown hordes away.
Last night, as a matter of fact, every member of the clown posse tried to impress the audience with the ferociousness of their policy towards illegal immigrants; this is an easy sell to the hate-filled assholes who seem to gravitate to these things. The problem is, though it may have slipped past them unnoticed, that there are a hell of a lot of Hispanics in the US – getting close to 20% of the population – and they’re not all pushing Mitt Romney’s lawn mower or washing dishes in Texas BBQ joints. Alienating them with tough talk designed to get the base all riled up so you can win the early primaries may just make shooting yourself in the foot seem like elective surgery.
But I am getting off the subject at hand; the pile of outrageous lies and misinformation evident every time these simpletons wonder off into the morass of theoretical economics. It’s bad enough that all of them – with the possible exception of Ron Paul – in one way or another supported the TARP program as it was unveiled by Bush the Dullard at the dawn of the financial crisis. Perry clearly supported it, much as he wants to pretend he’s some bad-ass anti-government gunslinger, and knows damn well that, even if it didn’t turn out exactly as planned, it was necessary for the government – not private industry muscled up with tax cuts – to do something. Bachman had her hand out, Romney was all for it as long as his drinking buddies from the Hamptons told him to be – even Newt Gingrich, blowhard know-it-all professor emeritus specializing in how to squander an overwhelming political advantage, reluctantly admits that he would have supported it had he had a vote in the matter.
Now, of course, all of these Nobel prize winners play I-told-ya-so and try to be the one who hates the bailout – and, by extension, Obama – the most, once again in a desperate attempt to move the anti-government nincompoops who constitute the torch carrying mob of republican primary voters to support them. If they can’t; if they don’t drag in enough money over the next month, they will be sitting glumly around the Thanksgiving table, washing down dried out turkey and nasty oyster stuffing with tumblers of good whiskey and bending everyone’s ear with half drunken and bitter tales of why they couldn’t win the Illinois straw poll.
It was comical and a tiny bit sad to watch Michele Bachman shrilly try to get a word in edge ways and when she finally did, propose to just shit-can the whole US tax system and replace it with a flat tax so – in her garbled explanation – even poor people can pay income tax at the same rate as millionaires, a tricky position to defend when pissed off cops and laid off sheet metal workers are camping out in the town square, murmuring angrily about the filthy swine who ruined their lives. Clearly none of these knuckleheads has a clue really about how to fix things any time soon. But one of them has to win and I predict the field will be significantly smaller by the time I choke down the last of the pumpkin pie and slump dazed and confused in front of the fireplace on Thanksgiving night.
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