Posted on 03/29/2011 8:57:23 PM PDT by Christus_Rex
Yes, tax the Super Rich. Tax them now. Before the other 99% rise up, trigger a new American Revolution, a meltdown and the Great Depression 2.
We know the Super Rich don’t care. Not about you. Nor the American public. They can’t see. Can’t hear. Stay trapped in their Forbes-400 bubble. An echo chamber that isolates them. They see the public as faceless workers, customers, taxpayers. See GOP power on the ascent. Reaganomics is back. Unions on the run. Clueless masses are easily manipulated.
Even Obama is secretly working with the GOP, will never touch his Super Rich donors. Yes, the Super-Rich Delusion is that powerful, infecting all America.
Here’s how one savvy insider who knows described this Super-Rich Delusion: “The top 1% live privileged lives, aren’t worried about much. Families vacation at the best resorts. Their big concerns are finding the best Pilates teacher, best masseuse, best surgeons, best private schools. They aren’t concerned with the underlying deterioration of America or the world, except in the abstract, because they aren’t directly affected by it. That’s not to say they aren’t sympathetic, aware, or don’t talk about the issues you bring up. They are largely concerned with protecting and enhancing their socio-economic positions, ensuring their families live well. And nothing you write about will change things.”
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Such places exist. I'm usually in such.
You mean... you aren't suppose to be?
That dirty rat! It was a good thing I had my handydandy pocket Fire Shelter or I would have sweated my hair down. And that was not a good look for me.
Christopher Lloyd is such a multi-talented actor!
He looked very chagrined when informed of his error.
Speaking of movies, I just saw “Atlas Shrugged: Part 1”.
That Atlas. What a way to let the world down.
“Codeword: Panda! Panda! Panda!”
And so it began, the attack pandas of Zargrak 9 swarmed over the peaceful bamboo people of outer Silang in a frenzy of Panda bamboo lust.
Language, sir, language. You’re on the Undead Thread, now, and there are some younger posters.
Thanks!
Your mind. It is fertile.
The usual morning festivities concluded, I can pass through and say Howya before the next round starts.
I’ve never been to a Hard Rock Cafe. Tom has named the new lizard Alice Cooper, because he thinks it’s female but he’s not positive. The previous owners were calling it Spot.
My mind is a radioactive wasteland of ideas that battle it out for supremacy, they merge and mutate at times, forming huge horrible monsters that break forth.
Like the above.
My son took me to the Hard Rock in LA, years ago, but I’ve never been to the ones here. (There are two.) I liked it.
I like the name Spot. The gecko may get confused and start talking like the GEICO gecko.
*shudder*
Me luv Darks’ minds...
Joann says it does not even Geck! at night, but I don’t think she was sharing a room with it. Maybe Pat will mind-control it and it will do something interesting. It sleeps in a hollow log during the day and creeps around at night, nibbling crickets and thinking about Panama, or something.
Could be worse, they could all decide to go visiting.
Pat can mind control anything he wants to! Turn it loose in the house and you won’t have any six-legged critters running around.
Jake might decide it was a tasty snack.
Oh. Yes. There is THAT. My bad.
Or he might decide it was a wiggly friend, which would probably scare it to death!
We’re going to the botanical garden today so DP can play with his new camera, if we can get everyone out of the bathroom.
Botanical gardens are fun!
Have a good time!
I was in one somewhere. In the U.S. All I remember is the menu had (featured?) burgers, and there was very loud music.
What camera is it?
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