It’s like the movie, Chucky. The ventriloquist’s dummy acquires a vengeful mind of its own, and turns on its masters.
Chucky is today’s tea party. Created, bought and paid for by corporate and Wall Street fat cats to keep their taxes down and enable them to maximize the accumulation of wealth, the puppet has begun doing its job too well. It has taken the tax pledge so much to heart that it has now painted itself, its patrons and the nation into a corner of its own making.
Frantic letters are being sent and backroom pressure applied by worried plutocrats, calling upon the tea party freshmen to bend on the tax issue and avoid a default. “For God’s sake,” they plead, “don’t kill the goose! If you push this too far, the economy will crash, and that won’t be good for anybody. Even we won’t be able to weather it. We’re willing to take a small hit to keep the golden eggs coming!”
But the tea partiers aren’t listening to their paymasters anymore. The benighted populace, especially Republican congressional primary voters, has swallowed the simplistic and seductive line it was fed about lower taxes boosting the economy, and it is as easy to turn around as a battleship being steered by blind helmsman.
Wake up, Congressional Tax Patriots! You’re behind the curve. If this country goes over the cliff, the yahoos will blame you, because they always need a scapegoat for their problems. Obama and the Democrats will be happy to endlessly replay videos of your intransigence to convince them. The ruling class will repudiate you for not obeying, and will withdraw campaign funding from former toadies gone rogue.
Remember, you need five years in Congress to qualify for that cushy federal pension. If you’re thrown out of office after only two, everybody loses.