(They’re All for Sale, Anyway)
This ain’t politics, really. It’s economics.
Here’s a question. Well, here’s a couple of questions.
What do you do with folks who live in places like this: places with people who jump at the chance for something to remind them of their “obligations”; who like Homeless Jesus statues in front of the churches in their rich neighborhoods to embarrass themselves and the high rollers and big spenders they live among when they come in their Caddies and Rollses and long dark Lincolns to be seen in church once or twice a year? Homeless Jesus statues are even better than pictures of starving babies, or real bums on benches. They never ask for money, or a meal.
These folks, they’ll feel “compunctive” for an hour or so, until they get back to the Club, The Bent Elbow or The Green Albatross, for a few befores and a half dozen afters, and an hour or two with Big Jim Cornerstone, home from Upstate for the weekend talking over deals and the “help” they need; and maybe pushing an envelope across the table with a nod and a mention that help’s a two way street. And, Jim nods and says, “I got your back in the Committee, Billy, my boy!” before he leaves.
Was that a stagger or a swagger on Jim going out the door to his car?
What do you do with a pol who goes on the payroll of a big deal company making drugs that have to be “regulated”, and picks up a trip or two from a company that wants to build a power line and needs to go to a nice resort in Arizona or some place to find out how the power line will impact her neighborhood back in Upper Michigan? At $500.00 a night, plus the round trip up front with all the swells, and points.
What do you do when stuff like that happens…on both sides of the aisle? Even in Philly, of all places; it being the home of brotherly love and all?
What do you do about an AG who finds out about all of this and then says there was nothing wrong? Do you think the AG got a call from someone who said unprintable stuff and suddenly discovered that he’s an AG up a tree with no way down, alone in a desert with no water, in the middle of an ocean on a leaky boat without an oar?
No pol I suppose is ever going to feel bad about a thousand a month they get, regular, from XYZ MFG., you think? They’ll never feel bad about their vote on XYZ’s plan to fast track the new factory they want to build between the VA Hospital and High School, because, well, that’ll bring 300 new jobs to town.
And, the runoff will add 300 tons of dirt a day to the Neversocruddy River.
You think a pol will ever say, you think that ANY pol has ever said, to themselves, “This ain’t really mine. I only take it so’s I can stay in office and help the fools (oops, folks) who voted me in, and keep that jerk Bruntkowski from ruining the district and the state if he ever gets enough money to beat me.” And then they stuff it in their pocket, or hand it to Tommy the Bag, and have another snort and light a cigar and smile and say, “Don’t worry. ” Just like Big Jim from Upstate.
Here’s something to think about. How about buying a few of our own? I got an idea for a kind of Buyer’s Club. I think this is real Poly Sci, not that other stuff that they charge you a couple of hundred “G’s” for in college, and you learn how to hold coats for real pols, and hand them stuff they never thought of sayin’ to say to the squares at the Town Meeting.
I’ll start small, someone from the School Board who’ll go for a Ham sandwich. But, he’ll be mine, and will say no to stupid stuff, of which there is a lot…like Common Core and uni-sex bathrooms…in schools all over the place. I don’t care what he thinks. As a matter of fact, if he’s a real pol, he don’t care what he thinks. He may not even think at all; to want to think, or to be able to think. I only need him to raise he hand at the right time and shut up the rest of the time.
You can’t convince me that Joe Biden thinks or even can think, or that guy from Indiana who was a Veep a couple of dozen years ago was able to think. Reid can think? Boehner? Pelosi? Gimme a break. They’re owned, and they love it. The difference between them and Tip O’Neill or LBJ is that they were sold, Tip and LBJ shopped themselves.
None of those pols in that Philly story think about anything except the next envelope, or the next free ride, and what stupid people like you and me who ain’t got any green to spread around have to put up with in the back of the bus, with our kids in a school with one bathroom for everyone next to a smelly factory.
So, I’m going shopping today for a pol who’ll be mine for twenty bucks. I’ll put an add on E-bay. We get 500,000 guys doing the same thing, and suddenly we got a “Movement” I got a good name for it. I’m gonna call it “Representative Democracy” Because, what we got now ain’t. If it ever was.
Unless of course you’re a Fortune 500 deal.