So after half-time in America, things didn’t really turn around for Detroit, did it?
So Detroit had lots of government, lots of taxes, lots of unions, and decades of uninterrupted Democrat rule — what could possibly have gone wrong? And wasn’t Obama talking just before the election about how he “refused to let Detroit go bankrupt”? Because I guess he thought he has a magical power to subvert the basic forces of economics.
Ends up he didn’t, though. He simply has the power to throw lots of money in a hole and act like he’s accomplishing something.
In a more perfect world, this would lead to a discussion of the destructive forces of left-wing government running rampant and would cause us some soul-searching on how to keep what happened to Detroit from happening to all of California — but I’m guessing this is somehow going to be Republicans fault despite Republicans never having been allowed within 100 miles of Detroit over the last few decades.
So how do you put an end to left-wing government? Eventually it ends itself — though that’s no fun for anyone.
Well, there’s a bit of schadenfreude for those of us outside the blast zone.
Detroit is an example of liberal success through wealth redistribution. Everybody there is now equally poor.
#Socialism FTW!
So Detroit had lots of government, lots of taxes, lots of unions, and decades of uninterrupted Democrat rule — what could possibly have gone wrong?
It was all the Republicans’ fault. Just ask Ed Schultz:
http://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2013/07/21/ed_schultz_detroit_a_conservative_utopia.html
Finally a modern day manifestation for Shelley.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.