Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Free Market Capitalism is the Best Path to Prosperity For All

So says Larry Kudlow of CNBC. So say all of us who are highly concerned about this countries slow slide to Socialism. I, and many others believe that the Republicans will not put up a candidate who can beat Obama. Obama is what I call an entrenched incumbent, hateful of Wall Street and anti-business except for the big businesses that he has benefited and have and will still support him. (think George Soros and G.E.'s head honcho).

I'm going to type in an article by Rick Moranis, a writer and an actor. Read it all the way through. I think his thinking is great.

Title; "Capitalism and My Discontents". Here it is.

"This morning, while I was grinding my blend of French, Colombian and Italian coffee beans, it occurred to me that I could be doing harm to the coffee shop and diner businesses in my neighborhood by making my own coffee at home. Might I have a responsibility and obligation to consume their product, either within their premises or brought right to my doorstep by one of their speedy, undocumented delivery men?

I also wondered whether still using my old, reliable German-brand coffee grinder, manufactured in China, might be an unpatriotic betrayal of American kitchen-appliance makers by choosing not to buy their Chinese-made grinder.

As I poured some house-brand almond milk into my homemade granola, I thought about the depressed demand and earnings on the higher-priced product manufacturers that I wasn't patronizing, their resulting order and production declines, and the backlogged inventories and possible layoffs of their factories.

How much of this country's economy am I personally destroying by my consumption preferences? I honestly never intended to do so much harm.

I ran a hot iron quickly over the front of a previously worn shirt, saddened at the thought of the jolly staff at my local dry cleaner who will suffer because of my initiative and tolerance for rumpled, moldy aromatic haberdashery.

I jumped into a cab, thinking about the MTA"s budget deficit and my part in not helping to reduce it.

The traffic was terrible. Here is was, going nowhere, idling in a quick-ticking metered medallion taxi, driving up the price of oil, edging the country further into runaway inflation while spewing noxious fumes into the precious air around me. I am such a horrible person.

The driver, a pleasant Middle-Eastern man who I did not suspect was part of, or supporting any terrorist organizations, was sipping a very large cup from one of several dozen popular coffee shop locations within a three-block radios of my home. I was pleased that at least one of us was supporting the hardworking baristas of this great nation.

I wondered out loud if the driver thought the price of his beverage would be higher or lower if baristas were unionized. He told me that in his country only men could be baristos and if a woman was caught even trying to be a baristas she would be roasted, percolated and covered in scalding, foamy mother goat's milk. He said "Only America is free. Only America is great, God bless America."

It sounded a bit suspicious to me. Was I seeing something? Should I say something? I threw him a 10-spot and decided to walk. I wondered how much of that 10 would wind up in the hands of our sworn enemies and felt a pang of pride in the dedication of our defenders.

A terrier on a long leash attached himself to my slacks. I shook hiom off and admonished the mink-wrapped diva at the other end of it letting her cherished little mutt-child attack an innocent at will. She accused me of being grumpy as I stared at the dog's mangy coat, imagining her wearing it as a hat. Shouldn't dog owners be required to get licenses, I though. Think of the revenue! The new agencies that would employ people! But wouldn't that increase the cost of government and create even more waste, fraud and corruption? I am such a confused and horrible person.

My cellphone rang. It was my mother in Toronto, telling me she was on her way home from her ophthalmologist, where she had a 7:00 A.M. appointment - the only time to go without having to wait 5 hours to see him. I thought about how lucky we are in the country to not have to to wait 5 hours to see a doctor. Unless you're poor sick people. I must not use my secular humanism as an excuse for not tithing, especially while t's still deductible.

I finally reached my office and opened my laptop. More shocking, breaking new to be read. More informed opinions; opinions to be listened to. More critical issues to consider and debate. Now, in this year-the most important election in our lifetimes. And I feel so utterly confused.

Tonight, I'll stay home and watch all the news channels. That will clear things up. I'll order in. And tip big!"

I thought this was sadly funny. Evidently the WSJ thought it was interesting. You read it in today's edition. Along with, "A Short (Sometimes Profitable) History of Private Equity" by John Steele Gordon. Too bad 'liking to fire peorple' is taken out of context and will be used widely by Democrats who know that most of their voters have trouble reading a whole sentence.

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