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Laissez Faire, Asshole

by Jason Roth

I'm allowed to talk about money if I'm not rich, right? Isn't that the rule of thumb?

That's the rule of thumb we selfless, altruistic, pure-hearted saints are supposed to follow, isn't it? That the rich should do - and sacrifice - as they're told, but we poor and middle class can talk about, request, demand, loot, or steal all the money all we want? And from whom are we stealing? Why, from the rich, of course.

If this is indeed the rule of thumb, let me take this opportunity to raise another finger: my middle one.

Let's set the record straight from the start. Corporate welfare should be flushed down the toilet. Welfare has no more place in the corporate world than it does in the lazy, alcoholic, 10-children-per-household, can't-keep-a-job-as-a-fucking-janitor world.

But now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's talk about the so-called tax breaks for the rich.

If anyone on the Left (which includes Republicans, these days) thinks that cutting a rich guy's taxes is somehow equivalent to giving him a pot of fucking gold at the end of the rainbow, they really need to start reconsidering their position on genetically altered foods. A tomato with a few celery genes would make a far better brain than the one they have presently.

Let's do some arithmetic. (Americans may have to skip a few paragraphs, based on the latest standardized test scores.) Let's imagine you made a cool million last year. Of course, to imagine that, you'd also have to imagine being smart, ambitious, confident, dedicated, and good at what you do. Or at least lucky enough to get on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. (And then smart enough to win it.)

So, let's imagine. You've made your million, and there's Uncle Sam (or Uncle Rodriguez, or whatever uncle happens to be running your country) sticking his goddamn pistol in your face. He's politely asking for half of what you've earned. That money which is yours. You bitch and moan, but you hand it over. It's either that or bending over for a little love from some 300 pound car thief in prison, right?

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