When you care about the little guy, the poor man, the blue collar worker, the people breaking their backs carrying America around for only a few dollars an hour, you better watch how you behave.
That’s right: watch your ass, buster. Because if you start making more money than those poor souls you pretend to care about, you’re a hypocrite. If you spend that money, you’re a fucking scumbag. If you spend a bunch of it on your daughter’s wedding, it’s time they put your head on a pike.
Why? Because your poor buddies can’t do that, you ass.
The Wife Was Really P.O.’ed This A.M. — Chelsea’s Wedding Extravaganza
DougRoss@journal | Sunday, August 01, 2010The wife was on a roll this morning, pointing out some interesting facts about the immense Clinton wedding that took place this weekend.
Cue the wife:
“This damn wedding cost between $2 million and $5 million. They hold this wedding at the Astor Estate, with its porcelain bath fixtures, paying millions of dollars, and claim to be for the little people?”
Me? I am for the Los Angeles Dodgers. That’s why I run around in circles in the hot sun all day. Otherwise, I would not be for them. I’d be, well, for myself, the stupid Dodger fan. Incidentally — sitting in the ballpark bleachers, eating hot dogs, drinking beer? Hypocritical. If you aren’t willing to be exactly like a baseball player while not being a baseball player, don’t bother.
“Here’s the spokesman (Clinton) for Haiti and he’s blowing ten grand on a cake?”
I get your drift. He should bake a cake out of broken hearts and plaster dust. He should bake a cake from the remains of the Haitian dead. He should bake a cake out of tragedy and misery and sorrow and loss. Then he’d be both a good spokesman and a good father. Also, a legend of Santeria. I bet it would be fun to watch the many zombified guests lurch side to side while the band play ‘Wooly Bully’ to sorrowful moans. Meanwhile, the Groom’s party wait patiently in line to kiss the Bride’s hypothalamus. Yes, President Bubba’s Nuptial Bone-In Voodoo Pastry will do that to a crowd.
“And all of the liberals defending this extravaganza claim it stimulates the economy. Can you believe that? These are the same geniuses who tell us that trickle-down economics doesn’t work!”
Surely, Doug Ross’ wife is no economist. Right? Shirley?
When rich people spend money, it proves supply-side thinking. Do the rich spend? Have they always spent? Yes. Game over.
What happens when the poor spend money? Yuck, who cares? I will point out a funny thing, though: the Clintons threw this giant wedding bash . . on the same day those crazy kids got married! What are the odds? It’s as if the marriage ceremony begged for a big party! Pshaw, I’m sure the Clintons just did it because they were tired of stepping over all the money bags laying around.
Of course, they could have done the right thing by Doug’s wife and spent nothing on the wedding, but that would have driven a stake into the heart of supply-side economics. This Clinton Wedding/Macro-Economic Macarena looms larger by the second.
“Apparently Chelsea wanted a quiet little wedding. She’s very publicity-shy. So why didn’t they tone it down and donate the money to Haitian relief? But, no, they had to hold an over-the-top, massive celebration when the American economy is suffering.”
The public have been fascinated with Chelsea for 18 years, but have you seen the Clintons welcome any publicity about their daughter? No. Does a 400 guest wedding qualify as an ‘over-the-top, massive celebration’? No. Shirley reads the tabloids, that’s her own silly fault.
Similarly far-sightedly, she thinks that if you’re truly sympathetic to someone, then you must become the same as them. I mean, c’mon — how else could you possibly know or care at all about them? You have to be like them, think like them, act like them, and keep them uppermost in your mind. Forever. “If it’s so special, being a poor schlub, then I’m sure you’ll be happy to be one for the rest of your life.”
Well, wouldn’t that simplistic rule make everything suck? Hell YEAH. That’s why Republican simpletons are the ‘Fuck You’ people in America. They’re deathly afraid of becoming the next guy: the poor, average, normal, ugly, boring nobody. They’re terrified of ending up like that. That’s why they don’t even want to think of putting themselves in another man’s shoes — WHAT IF I GET STUCK THERE? AAUUGH!
So they identify thoroughly with the privileged and powerful — THOSE are the folks they want to become. Those are the people they wouldn’t mind morphing into. But until that reward, they’ll keep on beating back the risks by hating their regular-old fellow men. That’s also why, in right-wing-land, nothing’s more gloriously American than clawing away from terrifying normalcy and toward singular success. Tell the homeless to take notes if they want something to eat. That’s the essential recipe for Republicanism.
“There really are two Americas: the Democrat ruling class and everyone else. These people are such f***ing hypocrites it makes me sick to my stomach.”
With a pinch of envy.







