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Ben Sargent is one of my favorite political cartoonists. He has an elegant brutality in his work that, in a more perfect world, would result in our political leaders and those who aspire to fatten at the public’s table having their feet held to the fire with every public utterance.
Sargent, in the cartoon above, asks the question that should be on the tongue of every citizen today. I’ve been asking it, Gloria has been asking it, and nearly all my friends have been asking it since the Bush tax cuts emerged from the primordial corruption that is the GOP.
Where are the new jobs those ten years of tax cuts were guaranteed to produce? Where are the cascades of cash that we were promised by Reagan; if only we allowed Congress to cut taxes for the corporate raiders, pillagers of savings and loans, and financial house pirate? Where are the thousands of newly rich entrepreneurs selling snake oil products and employing the former assembly line workers?
The jobs, like the plants, were shipped to Bangladesh, The cash flowed downward as promised by the doddering Reagan, all the way downhill to Bangalore, where Bob and Betty have no problem working at the customer service counter for a dozen or more companies that have moved everything but the corporate tax loopholes some where east of Suez. And the entrepreneurs have made all the money they’re going to make because the great American middle class can no longer afford to buy the gadgets and schlock that filled hours of infomercial airtime for the insomniacs. They collectively attended enough feel good seminars to begin to understand that once the first book in the pyramid is sold, published, and put into a tour program that HR departments can inflict on employees who already know that they will never be allowed to fill the empty slots in their departments, never be able to return to a 40 hour week again, never be granted a pay increase to go with the new BS title that some management consultant thought up and sold to the corporate figureheads. The entrepreneurs are just learning that Bush II lied just like Reagan and the only place where someone can get rich selling nothing is in the third world. Those promises, like our means of production and our dollars, have flown to China and they aren’t coming back.
But the voting public, the newly laid off, the chronically unemployed, the citizens losing their dreams and possession piece by piece have never been smart enough to grab their lying GOP congressmen and senators by their throats and demand that they answer the question.
Senator, Congressperson, where are the fucking jobs we’ve been promised for the last 30 years if we only make the rich that much richer? Where is our share of the pie?
Don’t look for the 2nd coming to save the nation. Jesus was born poor and died penniless. The churches may have fortunes banked and tax-exempt palaces in every town but the pie they promise is in the sky and no one seems to be getting fat on that except the pie salesmen.
It is time to paste Sargent’s cartoon on every bottle of beer, every carton of milk, every fast food wrapper that crosses the checkout counter in every store in the land.
Where are the jobs that Reagan promised, Where are the jobs that Bush II promised, where are the jobs, you corrupt, lying swine? Why should we put the country deeper into debt in order to keep taxes low for the people who have a house for every month of the year? If we’re going to increase the deficit, let it be for education, for healthcare, and for bringing our troops home from Afghanistan and other hell holes that will never be anything but what they are today, models of barbarism, corruption, and hatred; the lot spurred on by a misogynistic tribal culture.
How can we, the American voters, be so stupid as to believe the Reagan lies repeated by the Bush II lies, now echoed yet again by the newest bands of GOPers and teavangelists lined up on the balcony above us, just waiting to demonstrate to us the true meaning of “trickle down economics.”
Zappa reminds us not to eat yellow snow.
Where are the damned jobs, Mr, Boehner?
Kipling told us what to do with such corrupt politicians.
“Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;…”
“ On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay! “
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