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The Wheels On The Bus Go Flying Off

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“we can’t have special interests sitting shotgun. We gotta have middle class families up in front. We don’t mind the Republicans joining us. They can come for the ride, but they gotta sit in back.”

– Barack Obama, Part-Time president, Full-Time Ass. (HT: Pajamas Media )

Barack Obama has lost it. He no longer even pretends to care about most of the American People. His swing through Rhode Island yesterday proves what a tasteless, classless out-of-touch jerk Barack Obama truly is.

The president went through a factory and attended a pair of fundraisers to bring him $500,000 in cold, hard, elitist cash. The stuff he condemns Karl Rove for injecting into campaigns against Democrats. It’s enough to make me want to condemn the man for vile and corrupt hypocrisy. Accept for one thing; he didn’t even bother endorsing the Democrat running for Governor of Rhode Island. He was so busy being condescending and petty, he forgot to even help his own party.

The Democrat running for governor in Rhode Island, Frank Caprio, is facing a tough fight with Independent Lincoln Chafee in his race for The Governor’s Mansion. President Obama shows his sense of irony by not endorsing Caprio out of respect for Lincoln Chafee. No, that wasn’t a typo or Internet fallacy. Barack Obama is not endorsing his own party’s candidate for governor out deep personal respect for Lincoln Chafee.

Caprio understands an insult when he receives one. He offered the following response to His Barakness and the endorsement that should have been decently pro-forma.

“I never asked President Obama for his endorsement,” Caprio said in a recent radio interview on WPRO talk radio. “He can take his endorsement and really shove it, as far as I’m concerned.”

(HT: RealClearPolitics)

Caprio further lambasted President Obama for not even bothering to visit Rhode Island during recent flooding that inundated Providence and caused multi-millions in property damage. He noted that even President Bush visited New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. Caprio further groused that the President just flew in and used Rhode Island as an ATM machine.

Speaking of which, the Boy President was a touch of class and a breath of fresh air during his fundraising stops. At the sybaritic palace of Mr and Mrs Chace of Providence, Rhode Island, the President was to be fed the finest in locally grown foods, prepared by famous local chefs. He apparently is no fan of Lobster Risotto. Perhaps they don’t have quite the right soil in Rhode Island for the arugula.

His Barakness droned for twenty minutes, pocketed the checks and bolted back to his DC abode. He left the guests with an uneaten lobster and the following deep thoughts.

“I’ve got to go home to tuck in the girls and walk the dog and scoop the poop,” he said.

(HT: The Providence Journal)

It’s delightful that Mr. Obama has finally located one of his shovel-ready projects. With any luck, the GOP RI gubernatorial candidate will also become shovel-ready thanks to his President’s pointed non-support. Seriously, this matters little as the sands of time fall to the bottom of the hour glass. It does, however, show us what an unmitigated mess the current President and the current Democratic Party have truly become.

The wheels on the bus have truly come off for Barack obama and The Democrats. Under Jim Geraghty’s worst-case scenario, they could storm back this election and remain in charge. This would be an epic disaster.

Even in victory, they are dead men walking. They hate America, they hate each other, they probably even hate their own disingenuous existences. The Democrats are truly America’s shovel-ready stimulus project. Things will become instantly better once we have walked the dog, scooped the poop, and buried the Congressional Democrats in early November.

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Wealth is not Created at the Top: It is Only Devoured There

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The UK has left the EU and we can argue about the minutiae of Wealth until we’re blue in the face. But the overriding factors are apparent and in one of the richest countries in the world it is shocking that so many people can’t even be sure if they are going to be able to eat enough today or provide for their loved ones.

These days, politicians from the left to the right assume that most wealth is created at the top. By the visionaries, by the job creators, and by the people who have “made it”. By the go-getters oozing talent and entrepreneurial-ism that are helping to advance the whole world – Opinion by 

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… across the spectrum virtually all agree that wealth is created primarily at the top and so entrenched is this assumption that it’s even embedded in our language. When economists talk about “productivity”, what they really mean is the size of your paycheck. And when we use terms like “welfare state”, “redistribution” and “solidarity”, we’re implicitly subscribing to the view that there are two strata: the makers and the takers, the producers and the couch potatoes, the hardworking citizens – and everybody else.

Bankers, pharmaceutical giants, Google, Facebook … a new breed of  rentiers are at the very top of the pyramid and they’re sucking the rest of us dry

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In reality, it is precisely the other way around. In reality, it is the waste collectors, the nurses, and the cleaners whose shoulders are supporting the apex of the pyramid. They are the true mechanism of social solidarity. Meanwhile, a growing share of those we hail as “successful” and “innovative” are earning their wealth at the expense of others. The people getting the biggest handouts are not down around the bottom, but at the very top. Yet their perilous dependence on others goes unseen. Almost no one talks about it. Even for politicians on the left, it’s a non-issue.

To understand why, we need to recognise that there are two ways of making money. The first is what most of us do: work. That means tapping into our knowledge and know-how (our “human capital” in economic terms) to create something new, whether that’s a takeout app, a wedding cake, a stylish updo, or a perfectly poured pint. To work is to create. Ergo, to work is to create new wealth.

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But there is also a second way to make money. That’s the rentier way: by leveraging control over something that already exists, such as land, knowledge, or money, to increase your wealth. You produce nothing, yet profit nonetheless. By definition, the rentier makes his living at others’ expense, using his power to claim economic benefit.

But here comes the rub. Most rentiers are not as easily identified as the greedy banker or manager. Many are disguised. On the face of it, they look like industrious folks, because for part of the time they really are doing something worthwhile. Precisely that makes us overlook their massive rent-seeking…

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The problems we face are that the politicians are firmly in the hands (pockets) of the uber wealthy. We live in a corporate plutocracy and those holding all the wealth and therefore power have no intention of changing the status quo, even if it isn’t sustainable. They remind me of bacteria (or cancer) devouring the host body more and more even though eventually it will kill them too.

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Donald Trump Forgets Important Lesson From Grandad:

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Harper’s Magazine reprints an interesting letter from US President Donald J. Trump’s own grandfather that may get you thinking. Here is it then:

The Emigrants – By Friedrich Trump – From a letter written in 1905 by Friedrich Trump, Donald Trump’s grandfather, to Luitpold, prince regent of Bavaria. Trump had been ordered to leave Bavaria for failing to complete mandatory military service and to register his initial emigration to the United States twenty years earlier.

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Prince Luitpold rejected Trump’s request for repatriation; the family later settled in New York. Translated from the German by Austen Hinkley.

Most Serene, Most Powerful Prince Regent! Most Gracious Regent and Lord!

I was born in Kallstadt on March 14, 1869. My parents were honest, plain, pious vineyard workers. They strictly held me to everything good — to diligence and piety, to regular attendance in school and church, to absolute obedience toward the high authority.

After my confirmation, in 1882, I apprenticed to become a barber. I emigrated in 1885, in my sixteenth year. In America I carried on my business with diligence, discretion, and prudence. God’s blessing was with me, and I became rich. I obtained American citizenship in 1892. In 1902 I met my current wife. Sadly, she could not tolerate the climate in New York, and I went with my dear family back to Kallstadt.

The town was glad to have received a capable and productive citizen. My old mother was happy to see her son, her dear daughter-in-law, and her granddaughter around her; she knows now that I will take care of her in her old age.

But we were confronted all at once, as if by a lightning strike from fair skies, with the news that the High Royal State Ministry had decided that we must leave our residence in the Kingdom of Bavaria. We were paralyzed with fright; our happy family life was tarnished. My wife has been overcome by anxiety, and my lovely child has become sick.

Why should we be deported? This is very, very hard for a family. What will our fellow citizens think if honest subjects are faced with such a decree — not to mention the great material losses it would incur. I would like to become a Bavarian citizen again.

In this urgent situation I have no other recourse than to turn to our adored, noble, wise, and just sovereign lord, our exalted ruler His Royal Highness, highest of all, who has already dried so many tears, who has ruled so beneficially and justly and wisely and softly and is warmly and deeply loved, with the most humble request that the highest of all will himself in mercy deign to allow the applicant to stay in the most gracious Kingdom of Bavaria.

Your most humble and obedient,

Friedrich Trump

… Well then. Long ago, yes.. Still applies? You tell me.

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