It seems presumptuous to write an open letter from behind the screen of a non-de-plume, but honestly, this writer's identity doesn't matter.
He and Mrs. OS, very reluctantly, voted for Mr. Fincher. They met the man during the primary at a restaurant where he was glad-handing, and had a conversation with him. To his credit, he sat down and talked, and was attentive. It was difficult to talk with him on the most basic subject of all, the true overriding ethical issue of our age, which is the public debt, and the fact that we will hand our children and grandchildren a country that resembles Argentina under the Peróns unless this is addressed. He wanted to talk about being pro-gun/pro-life/pro-military/pro-family, etc., the entire talking points list of the Religious Right, as well as the entire talking points list of the RNC. Here's what we couldn't get him to address directly that day:
(HT to Denninger at Market Ticker--look to your right, and you'll find him, America's Jeremiah of the 21st century.)
We're not even certain Mr. Fincher knows where Argentina is, or who Juan and Evita Perón were, or the damage they did to a once-great country. And, we asked the restaurant owner last week: Mr. Fincher has never made a return visit to our humble town, here on the outskirts of TN-8.
The only reason Mr. and Mrs. OS voted for Mr. Fincher is that we cannot survive as a country with Barack Obama in the White House and a Democrat majority in the House of Representatives.
Period.
So, here goes.
Gentlemen:
You are both very good men in your own way, and arrive to next Tuesday from very different paths. Both of you are family men, and are as morally upright as they come. Honestly, we're probably in good hands with either one of you.
But, as admirable as all that is, and as pious Christians we know you both to be, unless the problem posed by that graphic above is addressed, the other questions could become moot: Family life is already falling apart, the marriage rate will plummet, the military could be put in a position of having a much greater role than the Constitution ever contemplated; and yes, we'll be armed to the teeth, out of necessity.
It's not about Liberal/Conservative or GOP/Democrat. It's about math. We cannot continue this way, and survive. The entitlement programs of Medicare, Social Security, and the effects of the health care 'reform' that will kick in beginning 2014 will swamp the culture and economy. The money must come from somewhere, and even this economy cannot generate the revenues to sustain the system in place. That's not even accounting for emergencies, such as major hurricanes, earthquakes, oil spills, a major terrorist hit, a major war, or some other outside event like Europe melting down.
It's about math. We need sober grownups in charge. Obama and company do not qualify. Neither did his predecessors post-1989. It will be up to whomever of you wins, sitting on your back bench, shuttled off to obscure committees dealing with issues with which you have no experience or interest. You'll have to stand up and scream 'NO' when the Speaker wants to spend the next 40 billion on a pile of pork on a voice vote at 10 p.m. on a Friday night. It's about math, and courage.
An old friend tells a wonderful joke, with a proverb imbedded. Goes like this:
A young man asks for the following Monday off from work, telling his boss he's the best man at a Polish wedding in another city. Boss agrees, and wishes him safe travels.
A week late, the young man returns to work, looking like he has been run over by a truck--hung over, bloodshot eyes, exhausted, and relieved to be home. The boss demands--'You're a week late! What happened!
Young man replies: It was a Polish wedding. I had no idea. They hold a raffle at Polish weddings, and I won second prize.
Boss: Second prize?
Young man: Yeah, second prize is I get to take the bride out on the honeymoon, the cruise, the bedroom, the whole nine yards. It was exhausting. It was traumatic. I'm so grateful to be home, even if you fire me.
Boss: So, if that's second prize, what's the Grand Prize?
Young man: A canned ham.
Best wishes to the winner. If you lose, consider that Providence has done you a favor.
If you win, print up that graph, frame it, and set it on your desk. It's the only thing that deserves your undivided attention at work.
OS
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