I loved that
line so much; I pinched it from John Gordon Steele’s piece at Commentary
Magazine for the title of this post.
Steele
concludes his post with this pearl of wisdom:
“Obama’s utter disdain for any ideas but his own is going to be the ruin of this president and that ruin might not be that long in coming. Too bad it is the country, along with his place in history, that has to suffer for his hubris.”
Obama’s budget
plan is “mainly tax hikes,” House Speaker John Boehner told reporters today in
Washington. “We’ve got some serious differences,” he said. During a phone call
yesterday, Boehner said, he and the president were “frank” about “how far apart
we are.”
Senate Minority
Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY), said Obama’s focus on higher tax rates for top
earners has made a deal tough to reach. “The
president and his allies have taken so many things off the table the only thing
left is varnish,” McConnell said.
When I
conceived this Photoshop™, I considered Ebenezer Scrooge from Charles Dickens’s
A Christmas Carol because he loved
money more than life itself. Obama loves
money; your money—my money—our children’s’ and our grandchildren’s money.
The second
character in the ‘shop is of the bitter, grouchy, cave-dwelling Grinch who had
a heart two sizes too small. He’s there
because Obama “seems
to think that if all he talks about are taxes, and that’s all reporters write
about, somehow the rest of us will magically forget that government spending is
completely out of control.”
The third
character, Uncle Sam wearing handcuffs, represents a helpless country unable to
fend off the significant negative economic, employment, and social consequences
of going over the fiscal cliff—the effects of which,
in many cases, would mean long-lasting if not permanent damage.
And finally,
the errand boy sent by grocery clerks himself, laughing his ass off as he warns
Republicans against using the debt ceiling as a bludgeon in this debt battle. In the spring, when the Chicago Messiah seeks
to raise the debt ceiling, we can only hope they refuse to pay him any
attention.
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