[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]It has been much easier in Washington this week to savage Jim Bunning than to think through his unvarnished reasoning with him.
It is a measure of the strength of the media that, practically by unanimous vote, the character of the Republican Senator from Kentucky has been assassinated daily for more than a week for taking a principled, lonely stand.
Except for the Wall Street Journal and two conservative newspapers in Washington, I am not aware of a single significant journalist in America who defended his brilliantly brave stand.
Through an arcane parliamentary procedure, Sen. Bunning was able to singlehandedly block one of those classic loaded bills that contains 75 pieces of junk and one sexy gem.
The hugely expensive bill included dozens of pork barrel provisions, plus the requisite socko item: an extension of certain benefits for about 100,000 unemployed persons. To cover the costs of this latest boondoggle in the billions, Sen. Bunning proposed using some of the many unspent billions left over from last year’s stimulus bill. Democrats demurred, stubbornly. Refusing to touch those dust-gathering billions, Dems wanted to tack the price onto the fast-bulging deficit, a now familiar Obama Era trick.
And how do we ever narrow the deficit that Swish Obama keeps expanding by the hour? Soak the already unfairly burdened “rich” with fresh taxes while Swish’s “poor” Americans go on paying none.
That, boys and girls, is the central issue, and why Sen. Bunning made his heroic stand.
Democrats from Maine to Oregon were outraged that one stinking Republican could foil their latest oily scheme.
Imagine that, Murgatroyd. Another heartless Republican preventing hardworking Americans from receiving their unemployment checks.
Oops, correction: These check-grubbers may be Americans, but they are not hardworking. They are unemployed.
Sacco? Vanzetti? Manson?
Judging by the avalanche of vicious criticism rained down upon Sen. Bunning by the Democrat media, I was pretty sure he either had murdered 39 of his 40 grandchildren or had run a red light at a traffic camera intersection in Culver City.
I have no idea why calmer Democrat souls have not prevailed this week and proceeded directly to lynching the 78-year-old Mr. Bunning on the dreary site of good, ol’ Parcel B, in front of the Culver Hotel.
In the realistic spirit of Obamacare, he could not have many years left anyway.
Why not flush away the old coot now? Save valuable space for younger people, especially Democrats. Don’t force Mr. Bunning to hang around a few more weeks, until healthcare passes, and then make him swallow a vial of poison doled out by a random Obamacare death panel for citizens age 75 and older.
Swish Ain’t Winless
In the past month, it has become increasingly trendy to cast Swish Obama as the Conan O’Brien of Washington. The punchline is that when the humorless President, like the vanquished comedian, is forced off the stage, he, too, will be wealthy, very, very well-traveled and cancelled, a trifecta, in horse racing parlance.
One of Swish’s rare but underappreciated successes has been his co-main project in the White House: to transfer wealth away from the well-to-do few and hand over their hardearmed money to the “poor” and the “middle class” to create an egalitarian society.
This is the animus at work in this bill that Sen. Bunning, through his unique courage, has brought to the attention of the country.
