Meyerson puts forth a shocking, new Progressive theory: manufacturing losses hurt working class voters, working class voters are important, and Democrats should try to get their votes.
Obama needs to extend the Democrats’ historic concern for fairness beyond racial minorities, women and gays to an abandoned working class.
Oh. I guess Mr. Meyerson must’ve missed Sen. Obama’s promise to unilaterally renegotiate NAFTA. And Sen. Obama’s promise to remove the secret ballot from workers in order to make unionization of workplaces easier. Maybe Mr. Meyerson’s on to something here. Maybe Obama could take a bunch of ideas focused on helping the working man, and put it into a plan. ‘Puter knows! Obama could call it Obama’s Plan for America and put it on his web-thingy on the interwebs!
Next, Mr. Meyerson urges a move to China-style government control of the economy. At least ‘Puter think Mr. Meyerson does. It’s difficult to tell from this convoluted passage.
Will America ever get its manufacturing back? Not unless we move to level a steeply tilted playing field: China and a host of other nations offer generous subsidies to companies locating their plants there, while the United States shuns such mercantilist strategies. But even if we moved toward mercantilism, we’d still have to confront the global economic order of the past quarter-century.
‘Puter thought he knew what mercantilism was, but just to be certain, he looked it up. Sure enough, mercantilism involves “strict governmental regulation of the entire national economy.” To be fair, ‘Puter used the second definition, but the first definition seemed inapplicable because ‘Puter’s fairly certain the United States is already aggressively pursuing commercialism.
Last, Mr. Meyerson lets the Progressive fixation with race show through in a stunning admission.
As it happens, the Americans most affected by these changes are the Americans most able to sway the outcome of the presidential election: the beleaguered workers of our onetime industrial heartland. Barack Obama can claim the allegiance of the black workers so affected, but it’s the white workers clustered in these swing states who will determine our next president.
Wow. Nice to see Progressives admit that they think Black Americans will vote for Sen. Obama based solely on the color of his skin, not the content of his character. Dr. King would be so proud of today’s Progressive movement.
Great to see such trenchant commentary getting play in the Nation’s Capital’s major daily newspaper. They have these things now called “editors.” Perhaps the WaPo would like to contact ‘Puter and request his services?
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.