I’ve indulged in a thought exercise lately. What if, in 2012, a disgruntled and notoriously fickle electorate, fed up with high jobless numbers, decided that it had had it with the Obama Administration’s flounderings and voted in a Rick Perry or Mitt Romney as president? What if all the so-called anti-voter fraud laws promulgated by Republican legislatures in the various states worked as intended, disenfranchising core Democratic voters so that both houses of Congress went Republican (and a filibuster-proof Senate were created)?
If we gave the Republicans the full set of keys to the store, with unfettered access to every nook and cranny, what would they do with the privilege? Would they whack taxes on wealthy “job creators” and corporations to absolute zero? After all, if lower taxes theoretically (if not empirically) create more jobs, then logically no taxes whatsoever ought to yield a tidal wave of them, bringing in so much revenue from a newly employed middle class that the ban on upper-level taxes can continue indefinitely.
As for the poor (since we know that in a purely capitalist society, there is freedom to fail as well as succeed), they would be given responsibility for themselves, and be allowed to die if sick or starve if hungry. And folks would cheer, as did the crowd the other night at the CNN/tea party debate (“Let ’em die!”) when candidate Ron Paul articulated this very same policy in his own semi-articulate way.
Those among the elderly who had been smart enough to sock away some extra money during their prime earning years would be able to afford medical care as the effects of age ravaged their bodies. Those who hadn’t, well, see above.
Once all was neatly arranged in the new conservative utopia, the wealth gap in our country would gradually become so yawning that the haves would be forced to retreat behind fortified walls in order to protect themselves and their belongings from desperate have-nots.
The have-nots, frustrated with their plight, would eventually find among themselves a champion. And then, Viva la Revolución.
Oops. There’s a flaw in this plan somewhere.