`While trying to sort out thoughts as to where my head is right now instantly gave me an analogy: trying to see a complete and intact picture reflected from a broken mirror. As if the reality of a degenerating retina doesn't do enough of that, the political system is doing it as well.
Romney is as elusive as an ant in the kitchen when you swatted at it and missed. The man is incapable of making a coherent script of his goal for action as president. Today he has been accusing President Obama of character assassination of Romney. Apparently he doesn't listen to himself. Today he couldn't remember what he had said but confirmed that 'I don't remember what I said, but I stand behind it, whatever it was I said'
Understanding the man is as clear as looking through a kaleidoscope. As soon as you move slightly, the whole picture changes. He doesn't remember what he has said because he hasn't said the same thing often enough for it to get into his longer term memory. His advisers are as effective as all the young MBAs who were being churned out of colleges in the 80s and on. They had learned little but one-size-fits-all rules when they hadn't yet learned that one size just does not fit all. Who do the marketers think they are kidding? Women's fashion catalogs have been trying to save money on these items forever. A size 2 petite will never fit a 3X,
Paul Krugman, Nobel Prize winning economist, a far better economist than Paul Ryan, should be listened to by the legislators. The way to come out of a depression should be one in which money must be spent to get out of it. In 1930, my Dad owned offices and stores. Those hurt by the depression could not pay their rents, many units would be emptied if he demanded rent paid immediately. New tenants were given three months free of rent to get himself started. My father borrowed money, from a frugal old Yankee, to buy a farm. The investment balanced our lives. We ate. My father allowed a sand and gravel company to take away a stone filled hill to make better farm land out of his acreage. He got 50 cents for every load that left our driveway. My parents sold cedar posts, manure, milk, eggs, flowers, and anything anyone wanted that was in season and didn't deplete what we needed. We stayed on the farm through WWII and ate better than most of our friends on rations. He was an uneducated (a fifth grade education in a small village in the Greek mountains), an immigrant who figured out economics logically and by watching how some others were managing. When he was 102, the local Board of Trade gave him an honorary title as Mayor of the section of the city in which he owned his property.and still walking around collecting his rents
One has to wonder what kind of parents all the people who argue against more regulations are or were. Read
Lord of the Flies, a book written decades ago that clearly shows the psychology and action with no regulations. In the 70s, schools listened to the students and had open campuses, allowing students to do whatever they wanted about class attendance That resulted in some very bad outcomes and very poor education. Imagine a country with no laws, no police force, no reason for people to behave in a way that was safe for themselves and those around them.
If you can imagine that, you will recognize the Republican parties view for our future.
