In response to President Obama’s proposal to pay for the American Jobs Act by ending the Bush-era tax loopholes on the very richest Americans, Congressman Paul Ryan (R – WI) has raised the fearsome specter of class warfare.
There you go again, Mr. Ryan. “Class warfare” is a curious charge coming from a leader of the party that has for 20 years done everything in its power to attack the interests of ordinary, overalls-wearing working folks and to give as much of the American pie as possible to the very wealthy. And how ironic, to warn against a redistribution of wealth while representing the party that has engineered a radical and decades-long redistribution from the bottom to the top. What interests, may I ask, reward your extravagant devotion to you own redirection of American wealth?
On my own political journey, I have always borne in mind that most leaders on the other side, even if they disagreed with me, were fine and decent folks of good moral standing who wanted nothing but to foster American greatness and to make this a better world. At some point, however, the goal of maintaining power became more important than improving life for ordinary Americans. Ideology has become a bludgeon used against the other side’s ideas. Republicans have raised “taking up a contrary position” to a level that even John Cleese could hardly lampoon.
This is the real world. “The American people” is not some abstract rhetorical devise, it is us; we who get up and go to work every day, sometimes frustrated, sometimes tired, sometimes worried, but always proud. In pursue our our humble dreams and to fulfill our roles as providers, we take bus, subway and jalopie to our jobs. Somehow, working with people we disagree with or may not even like, we get work done. We accomplish productive and tangible things. You, Mr. Ryan, go to work to fundamentally alter the structure of government and society in a way that is far more profound and frightening than your rhetoric implies.
Class warfare, Mr. Ryan? Perhaps. But you guys started it. So bring it on, rich boy.