You also need a license to sell insurance, sell cars, serve liquor, own a restaurant, practice medicine and law, or sell stocks and bonds. People need to be certified to cut someone’s hair, a permit is necessary to hold a parade or host a large picnic in a public park.
Licensing is required to run a day-care facility, to teach school, to run a dog kennel, to own a lawn care service, and to operate certain large equipment, and many of these professions require continuing education classes in order to remain in good stead with regulators, but you know what?
There’s no criteria to which anyone is held to serve in Congress, which is why the evidence suggests the place is flooded with room-temperature IQ’s. Not a litmus test, an exam of qualifications, much less ongoing education serves as a requirement.
Mull that one over for a minute and then ponder the question as to why the country is approaching the brink of bankruptcy at MACH One. Yes there are lawyers and doctors in Congress as well as people from all types of backgrounds, but were they skilled at what they did? Are they accomplished individuals or did they simply win a popularity contest over someone less appealing? Do they have any background or acumen in finance or did they run their very own household with economic irresponsibility?
The answer would appear to be a resounding “NO!” That translates into if you’re part of the problem you categorically are not part of the solution, and in no way capable of understanding what confronts the country from an economic standpoint much less able to cure it. The hard core reality is that Congress is composed of bad parents and they do not possess the ability to police themselves, though they are more than willing to “police” hard working Americans, and therein lies an incredible hypocrisy as well as an exposition of all that is wrong with the leadership, or lack thereof.
There is no leadership at all in Washington, and to quote Frank Zappa: nobody looks good wearing brown lipstick. Aside from Minnesota electing a former professional wrestler as governor, they sent Al Franken to Washington as Senator to belong to the most exclusive 100 member club in the world. Al doesn’t remember me, but I know him, and to pull up another quote from non-other than Thomas Henderson: Al couldn’t spell cat if you spotted him the “C” and the “T”.
It’s too easy to pick on President Barack Hussein Obama, so let’s try a change of pace and discuss John Beohner, a man who purportedly grew up with a saloon running father, who was a football hero, and who somehow under mysterious circumstances became the Speaker of the House. How so? For crying in front of cameras? For golfing with a wayward president. For cutting backroom deals that betray his party? Give me a break!
I wouldn’t go into combat with a man who weeps on cue nor would I concede any precedence to him as a leader, much less would I support his weakness, yet that’s what his puppy-child Eric Cantor does along with him, and they do so under the guise of leadership.
What on earth is going on here? And Colonel West loses his bid for re-election because he wanted to treat his constituents as a stern parent?
A spoiled child will remain a spoiled child until such time that child hits the wall of responsibility, and it is not in the offing in this country with the cooked spaghetti backbones of Republicans competing in a fencing match with rope in hand, and here’s why the vortex is about to suck us under, and I’ll make it simple and basic.
You can’t spend more than you make and remain viable as a household, so why would anyone expect a country could operate differently? Moreover, nobody would allow their neighbor to raid their cupboard, so why the acquiescence to pay benefits for squatters, and, while we’re on the subject, here’s another simple question: why reward criminals?
There would be no need to establish a minimum wage level if the country wasn’t flooded with illegal aliens working for cash. There would be no need to increase the entitlement of Medicaid if people who were here illegally were not drinking the well dry, and there would be no need to cut the benefits to senior citizens at the expense of paying for foreigners if someone in Washington had the temerity to speak the truth.
The fact is there is a fear of the truth, and there is nobody on the horizon to stare Mr. Hussein Obama in the eye and tell him the game is over. It is not a time to accommodate hooliganism, it is a time to confront it. It is not a time to enable criminals, it is a time to send them packing. It is not a time to stand pat and try to be liked; there has never been a bigger demand for leadership.
Between the Arab-kissing energy policy of this president and the unexpected circumstances of a drought, we can expect drastically higher energy prices in the coming year combined with increased food costs and a cake iced with additional taxes thank to Obamacare. That means inflation during a recession, and I’m hard pressed to find anything in the annals of economic history that rivals such an absurd confluence of circumstances.
I can’t make the numbers work, but I can suggest a solution: it’s time to act like adults!
By on December 3, 2012in Money & Politics with Dan Bubalo
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