Frank Rich is still basking in the afterglow of Obamagasm. When you’re in love, everything he does is wonderful, even when it’s not.
For example, Mr. Wonderful won Frank’s heart with his superb, inspiring, poetic eloquence. Everything Obama said touched that spot in the heart that brought instant tears to the eyes with visions of promise, new worlds, golden vistas, vast tracts of land… Ahh, I’m getting all verklempt just thinking about it.
But Obama’s inaugural speech was sobering. It was the kind of thing he says in the gray hours of the morning just before he says he hears the lark when you’re still listening to the nightengale. The rude awakening your daddy told you about is about to come crashing down on you. But Obama is there. The “Ooo, baby, baby” is gone but he’s still going to rock your world one last time before he leaves you to seek his fortune elsewhere.
Poor Frank blames us for overspending and taking Bush’s advice to consume. We were profligate. We lived only for today. That bad dude, Bush, he seduced us. Oh, woe is us, but we brought it on ourselves.
I never liked Bush, didn’t vote for him- twice. I begged my relatives not to give in to his pseudo religious siren song because I smelled a kleptocratic rat. But did the country listen? I paid my bills on time, didn’t get over my head in debt. I didn’t buy myself a second home I couldn’t afford. I put the 12% of my income away in my 401K as I was told I must if I want to skip the Alpo in my old age. I went on ONE expensive vacation in my life and I paid for it- in advance. I’ve lived with furniture hand me downs to buy a new roof for my house. I carefully budgeted a basement reno. And still, I worry about my job, like whether I’ll have one next year. I worry that my attempts to stimulate the economy, because it is that important, are going to eat into any savings I have and it won’t be there when I need it most. Here I am, minding my own business, being a good, responsible citizen. What did I and millions of Americans as responsible as myself do to deserve to have our nest eggs looted for gambling chips? What did Taggles do to deserve to be laid off when she has a son to raise? What did SM77 do to have her contract jobs dry up so that she’s forced to apply for food stamps for herself, her mother and her daughter? We aren’t the agents of all this destruction and pain. We’re collateral damage.
Not one of us deserves to have our hours and salaries cut. After all, we have been told for years that we are the most productive people on earth at the same time that the fruits of that productivity went to line the pockets of the “bossies”. Here’s a better idea: confiscate the wealth from those who stole it from us in the first place. Rescind the tax breaks for the Accentures and other white collar organized crime companies that took their headquarters off shore. Pass a retroactive windfall profits tax on anyone who speculated and made money off of energy. Tax Frank Rich back to Clinton levels. If you made out like a bandit during the Bush years, now is the time for YOU to give back. Maybe Frank and Maureen could outsource their columns to India. Surely, there is a well qualified but poorly compensated woman in Hyderabad who is more than capable of turning out drivel in the style of Frank Rich at a significant cost savings to the NYTimes. When it comes to sacrifice, you go first, Frank. Lead by example.
While Frank and MoDo and other Timesy people were at the Bush years cocktail parties with the backroom for the upcoming Obama orgy, the rest of us were pulling our weight. There wasn’t any Obamagasm for us. We just wanted the Bushies to go away and never come back. We wanted competence and experience; Frank gave us Obama. We wanted a Treasury Secretary that would be responsible and accountable to US; Frank’s Obama has given us Geithner. The party’s over but it was good for Frank and now he feels guilty for enjoying himself so much. So we must feel guilty too.
Hey, it’s your bed, Frank, YOU can crawl into it and sleep in the wet spot.