Jesus reads the Washington Post religiously and  is not amused with E.J. Dionne citing Him as authority for every hare-brained liberal scheme on the planet,  especially those that harm – not help – the poor.

Ah, E.J. Dionne. Is there a better object lesson in the cancerous effect of liberal ideology on logic and reason?  If there is, ‘Puter can’t think of one, except maybe Maureen Dowd, who doesn’t count since she’s really not human but an amalgam of feminist tropes and Bill Clinton’s macho gazpacho.  Like
Pinocchio, but way grosser.

Every Monday Mr. Dionne takes to the Washington Post’s opinion pages to share his “wisdom” with the world.  And every Monday, ‘Puter’s head hurts from the stupid Mr. Dionne inflicts on his readers.  Today is no exception.

Mr. Dionne’s column is helpfully titled The Social Justice Majority. As ‘Puter’s readers know, we can immediately discount any argument from the Left that follows the words “social justice.” To the Left, “social justice” means “giving core Democrat constituencies ‘free’ crap with your money.”

Mr. Dionne queries why “is it so hard to extend unemployment insurance at a time when the jobless rate nationally is still at 7 percent and higher than that in 21 states?”

‘Puter assumes Mr. Dionne’s question is rhetorical, but ‘Puter’s a simple man and doesn’t know what rhetorical means, so he’ll answer it. It’s hard to extend unemployment benefits because, for much of the last 5 years, unemployment benefits have been available for 99 weeks. For those of us who are bad at math, that’s nearly two years.

Sure, losing your job sucks, especially when it happened through no fault of your own. And ‘Puter acknowledges that the job market is tougher than it has been at any point during his 40 plus years on this earth, but goodness gracious, at a certain point we each have to stand on our own.  It is not fair to continue to take from workers and give to the unemployed for 99 weeks. After two years, it’s fair for the payors to expect the payees to seek charity, go on the dole or go it alone.

Further, it’s not as if ending extended unemployment benefits equates with throwing the unemployed to the wolves. Federal unemployment benefits last 26 weeks, fully half a year.  Many states like ‘Puter’s adopted and hated state of New York offer additional benefits. We are not taking anything away from the unemployed. Rather, we are returning to the longstanding status quo.

Similarly, Mr. Dionne states “raising the minimum wage wasn’t always so complicated.”  He further posits (without evidence of any type, ‘Puter might add) the minimum wage is “just a way of spreading the benefits of economic growth.”

False.  The minimum wage is a regressive tax on the poor, and it’s also a job killer.  See, Mr. Dionne, when the minimum wage rises, the cost of the goods and services produced by minimum wage dependent employers increases.  That’s everything from fast food to groceries to clothing to toys. You know, the cheap goods that poor people buy to make their lives a little bit better. You may pay the poor more (assuming they’re working in the first place and not on the dole), but it’ll cost the poor more to live. As always, the rich might notice the price increases, but it’s not going to affect their standard of living.

Then Mr. Dionne lays on us the entire point of his column: wrongheaded and contradictory Democrat programs are the one true way to salvation for America because social justice. Really. That’s Mr. Dionne’s entire argument. You don’t have to take ‘Puter’s word for it.  Here’s Mr. Dionne, in his own Crayola-scrawled words: 

'Puter

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.