Charles Dews -- World News Trust
Aug. 17, 2009 -- I normally try to not watch such unmitigated tripe, but the other day I saw on some news show or the other—they all look nowadays like Entertainment Tonight—on which there was some unknown politician bravely and patiently listening to a horde of nutty people screaming at the tops of their voices and gesticulating fiercely in his quickly fading direction. The pols face was a shade of Washington, DC, gray, and the people were distinctly red, in the face, not politically, of course. Reds are not nearly so fierce these days. Red might not be exactly the right description—it might have been more like purple in the face.
In any case, the poor politician was mumbling incoherently about how Obama had all of our best interests at heart and how he would not raise taxes to pay for "universal" health care except on the very rich—I believe the figure $250,000 was mentioned. Not that $250,000 is rich by today´s standards, but it seemed like a good round number that above which taxation would heretofore be levied. I am for taxing anyone who makes a cent more than I do from my retirement check, which barely keeps my SKY bill paid and my Internet service winging my way effortlessly and wirelessly, to say nothing of affording me a modicum of good parmesan cheese for adorning my boiled semolina pasta or a bottle of Stolichnaya now and again to share with friends who like the semblance of a good martini a pitless green olive can make.
Watching those angry and, astonishingly ugly, faces on the tube made me realize something important, I think. Many of the humans lifting those faces camera-ward were also sporting cheap white T-shirts and shiny plastic buttons emblazoned with the absurd idea that President Obama, that scion of Harvard, writer of best-selling books, husband of the impeccable, irrepressible Michelle, is a socialist. I could almost smell the stressed cheap underarm deodorant.
As a socialist myself, and not the wishy-washy liberal, bourgeois, baloney, everything-is-gonna-get-better-if-only-we-could-vote-for-a-socialist variety either. I am a dyed in the wool Bolshevik, a revolutionary leftist, a Trot, a mounter of barricades, would-be thrower of Molotov cocktails at class traitors sort of socialist. We used to be called communists back in the good old days of the Sixties, but now that there are no communists left, we are left with the softer monicker—socialist. I don´t like it, but that´s the way it is.
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