As my old boss Bob T used to say, I've about had a butt full of these Welfare Queens and Deadbeat Dads who are still sucking the life out of the middle class even though we've tried on and off for decades to get 'em off the dole and hopefully get involved in actually......you know..........producing something and contributing to society.
Now we took a crack at this when the Clinton administration grabbed one of these pointy headed professor types. You know the kind. They believe in self-actualization, moral relativism and all of the predictable crap. Well this guy, Professor Gramm, fit the stereotype and as a bonus had a accomplished and intelligent Asian American wife [Stuff White People Like #11] to slot into the Clinton system. The goal was clear. The lost souls in the Money Bidness were to be given a hand up, but always in the context of fostering growth and self esteem. To this end, they would be allowed to experiment with new avenues of self-empowerment. The Power Couple got off to a pretty good start, and before you know it newly empowered day traders at the big energy companies were on the phones to power plants, turning switches on and off for a few hours across the system while gaining fractions of a cent on hundreds of thousands of shares, thus mugging all of the Little Old Ladies in the neighborhood, every taxpaying and pension holding one of 'em. And yeah, you and I see the danger here, but this kind of permissiveness is par for the course with these self-styled intellectuals.
The kids must be allowed to experiment in order to grow, and these guys did both. They invented all kinds of new and arcane financial instruments that were undreamed of in the Go Go, Greed is Good '80s, and soon the sidewalks were covered with hustlers running Three Card Monte and Craps and offering improbably cheap Rolexes to their neighbors, yet despite all of this the Power Couple stepped off with the Clintons, secure in the knowledge that The Adults in the Oal bidness coming in to office would continue to handle their charges with a gentle and respectful support for their budding positive self images.
Now George himself was one of these Affirmative Action students and his veep was all about entitlement too, even remarking on one occasion to an insufficiently bloodthirsty George, that another round of tax cuts for the Guys at the Top was of course in order, saying: "It's Our Due". Both did poorly in The Invisible Hand Bidness, but did well eonough when attached periodically for rejuvenating meals to the loving bosom of the state. They were obviously Socialists, at least when it came to them and their friends, but these guys didn't screw around.
They were first and foremost Original Gangsters and when some punk down the street cuts you off and starts selling product to other Crews, you take 'em out. It's about turf, and if you let rivals or your homies see you give ground, pretty soon, they just won't fear you. Yeah, it might cost you a couple of trillion but when you get 'em in the basement with the blowtorch, they' should, by god, offer the product back to you on very favorable terms. At the same time, the gangbangers were going hog wild in The Street. Rainbows began to fade over the drooping unicorn horns and Mortgage Brokers, Bankers, Investment Bankers, Oil Traders, and other members of this tiny minority group had run their country and their companies into the ground.
Weird entities with these cutesy names, like Fannie Mae and Freddy Mac, and the rest of the Usual suspects were pulling warm Benjamins directly from the printing presses. The whole neighborhood was pretty much in decline, and everybody else was living on credit, what with holding about zero assets and all. Still, even though you just couldn't keep up with the demand for exotic cars in Manhattan showrooms, the danged furriners were starting to refuse to take our warm new money at face value, so what to do? What liberal socialists always do in these circumstances, stick it to the taxpayers.
I'm sick of government using our tax dollars to pay for other people's selfish and foolish choices . Generations of these people spend their lives dependent on public institutions to insulate them from the consequences of their anti-social behavior, and frankly it just encourages them to want more and more. Endless cycles of violence result from allowing these street thugs to terrorize our community with no restraint. The only answer here is harsh and punitive measures. We must establish boundaries for these wayward predators and I recommend putting the boots to the ones that fail to fall in line, and perhaps an occasional execution of the Special Cases said to be Too Big To Fail.
Professor Gramm and his lovely wife occasionally still venture from the Ivy Tower and on those occasions the professor counsels the Whiners of America to Suck it Up while peering myopically over the shoulder of the doddering Republican Presidential Candidate as he stops at various spots on the campaign trail to yell at clouds.
You can't cure stupid, but maybe you can condition a response.