President Obama held a press conference yesterday to discuss the current state of debt ceiling negotiations. He went for a remarkably long time without ever speaking to the press. His recent performances illustrate why.
Every Obama presser becomes known by one of the bizarre and offensive things he says. The last time he wanted to talk about the fiscal crisis he has created, the result was the “Corporate Jet” press conference. This one shall become known as the “Eat Your Peas” appearance, thanks to a weird metaphor he used to explain why he would not support a stopgap measure to keep the government running, while debt limit negotiations continue:
I will not sign a 30-day or a 60-day or a 90-day extension. That is just not an acceptable approach. And if we think it’s going to be hard – if we think it’s hard now, imagine how these guys are going to be thinking six months from now in the middle of election season where they’re all up. It’s not going to get easier. It’s going to get harder. So we might as well do it now – pull off the Band-Aid; eat our peas. Now is the time to do it. If not now, when?
The problem, Mr. President, is that you and your party ignored the budget wound festering beneath that Band-Aid for years. Senate Democrats haven’t passed a budget in over 800 days. The bowl of peas before Congress has grown moldy, and you very deliberately allowed the situation to degenerate into a last-minute crisis, so that you could insist America scarf down that mess of rancid hummus without asking questions.
The rest of the presser was mostly filled with the usual blather about “sacred cows” – a term never applied to Democrats’ intransigent refusal to even consider discharging their fiscal duty without immediate tax increases as an inducement.
Before that, the Party line was that more debt had to be handed over to the President without preconditions at all. Who was it that said, through spokesmen, that his “very strong view” was that “a clean, standalone” debt limit increase was “imperative?” Why, it was none other than that accomplished sacred-cow puncher, Barack Obama.
The “compromise” between the endless expansion of our insolvent government, and serious spending cuts designed to whittle down our insane national debt, is always presented as being the moderate expansion of the dying system. The government currently takes 18% of our Gross Domestic Product in taxes; the President wanted to make it 20%; now he demands we “compromise” at 19%. Does anyone who follows the rules of this game wonder why our government is a bloated, wasteful mess?
Right after the “eat your peas” moment, Obama made the only real news of his press conference – which was otherwise a waste of America’s time, in which we were conscripted into a political campaign to intimidate wobbly Republicans. In the course of this effort, the President inadvertently gave his Republican presidential opponent a beautiful campaign commercial:
I want to be crystal clear – nobody has talked about increasing taxes now. Nobody has talked about increases – increasing taxes next year. What we have talked about is that starting in 2013, that we have gotten rid of some of these egregious loopholes that are benefiting corporate jet owners or oil companies at a time where they’re making billions of dollars of profits. What we have said is as part of a broader package we should have revenues, and the best place to get those revenues are from folks like me who have been extraordinarily fortunate, and that millionaires and billionaires can afford to pay a little bit more – going back to the Bush tax rates.
Oh, dear God, we’re back to the corporate jets again. The lack of imagination inherent to socialism is what makes it so tedious. Show some creativity and pick a new industry to demonize, Mr. President. Suggestion: high-end wineries.
So, we’ve got an ominous promise by Obama to raise taxes again, if he gets re-elected. That’s right, again. He’s already raised billions of dollars in new taxes, and should never be allowed to pretend otherwise.
He capped off his promise with another tiresome bit of class-warfare rhetoric, the “people like me can afford to pay a little bit more” gambit. There are no “folks like you,” Mr. President. Your corporate jet is the finest in the world, and it’s 100 % paid for by the American taxpayer, even though 22 of the 25 domestic flights you’ve taken this year were to fund-raisers or political events tied to your re-election. The expensive foods and fine wines stocked in that jet, and your lavish residence, are also tax-funded.
Your personal prosperity is absolutely assured, for the rest of your life, by virtue of having served as President. Your previous career was likewise marked by political largesse, wildly out of proportion to the non-existent job skills that would never have landed you a comparably rewarding private-sector job… where you would have become a revenue target for desperate socialists. Most people can’t land their wives a $300,000 do-nothing job at a hospital, filling a position eliminated immediately after her departure, and reward the hospital with a million-dollar earmark.
During your four years in office, you will consume more taxpayer-funded perks and luxuries than you could possibly repay through income taxes, during the rest of your working life, even if those taxes are jacked up to the levels you demand. So spare us the dusty class-warfare rhetoric about your eagerness to join us in “paying your fair share.” You are not us. You never have been, and you never will be.