I’m being serious—to hell with them.
I’m waiting—and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting—for President Obama to make “That” speech—the one where he calls out these greedy, arrogant evildoers for who and what they really are. All this talk about the debt ceiling, and how we need more and more and more and more and more tax cuts—friggin’ maddening. How about, in an age where the top 1 percent boasts more wealth than the bottom 90 percent, we actually tax the wealthy fairly? Because, last I checked, the richest Americans were actually, in many cases, paying a lower tax rate than Average Joe.
But—noooooooooooo. The Republicans insist, demand, insist, demand, insist, demand … no tax hikes. Ever. On anyone. At any time. And the worst part—you idiot rural whites, making, oh, $30,000-$60,000 for a household of four or five or six, go along with the GOP. You hear the leaders say, “Keep Obama’s hands off our money”—and you fools think they’re talking to you. Trust me—they’re not. The Democrats have never considered tax increases for those making less than $250,000 annually (though I think they should. Desperate times call for desperate measures).
Truth is, we’ve hit a new, horrible low, where nothing can get done, and the Republicans can rip Obama as an inept leader … because they refuse to work with him. It sickens me, especially because the man is waaaay too giving to the right. He’s their dream president, in many ways, only he doesn’t wear red and have an R by his name.
I. Am. So. Fed. Up.