stricken with a hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off


Ann Coulter has decided that Republican Lincoln Chafee doesn’t quite foam at the mouth enough to make it into the sainted halls of Wingnuttia, so according to her he should be shot; writing at Townhall , They Shot the Wrong Lincoln By Ann Coulter Thursday, August 31, 2006. One can hear the pretzel twisting now as Coulter defenders try to explain that she really wasn’t wishing a political opponent dead it just sounds like she did or it was just another one of her jokes. Jokes like Lee Harvey Oswald probably made. So if Chaffe is not Ann’s man then who is? Cranston Mayor Stephen P. Laffey. he passed the wingnut test with flying colors,
* “I have never once seen a happy homosexual. This is not to say there aren’t any; I simply haven’t seen one in my lifetime. Maybe they are all in the closet. All the homosexuals I’ve seen are sickly and decrepit, their eyes devoid of life.”

* “Why is the pop music of today so bad? Because it is communist to the very core. It’s turning the children of America into sissies and preying on the minds of every American, making them weaker and weaker.”

* “I say let’s get those pinkos out of the music business and replace them with some tough conservatives,”

* Laffey wrote that he views politics in “black and white.” And he stated that the nation should return to the values it held before Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal. “We must strive to return our country to the position it occupied before 1930 — one of limited government, free enterprise and rational values.”

Laffey wants to return the country to the days that there was no minimum wage, no workman’s compensation, no federally insured deposits, no social security insurance, no overtime pay, no Medicare, no public highway system, to the days of lynchings, life grinding poverty with almost no way out, no student loans or grants, no monies for scientific research, to a time when only rich whites got into the best colleges or any college for that matter. That’s Ann’s choice, Steve Laffey champion of social darwinisn that yearns for the days when social justice was a dream and the economy was dog eat dog. A time when neither Ann or Laffey would have fared very well, they would have had to work for a living. Without skipping a beat Coulter credits Laffey for rescuing Cranston from near bankruptcy. Ann conveniently forgets to mention that in order to recover from from this economic castatrophe Laffey raised property taxes 12.8 percent.
The Gap Is Getting Wider

The Gini Index, which is used to measure income inequality, has increased 4.2 percent since 1995, according to the Census Bureau. Today, the wealthiest 20 percent of households earn 50.4 percent of the nation’s gross income; the poorest 20 percent earn just 3.4 percent. The real median income of the top 10 percent of households increased 13 percent in that period, while it increased just 2.3 percent for the bottom 10 percent.

The only people that don’t have a problem with this are the Donald Trump Americans who look at this lazy pontificator and see someone that works hard. Lots of things have been redefined in the last twenty years, sending troops off to die based on lies is the new patriotism, putting more industrial pollutants into the air makes for a healthier country, and moving money around from account to account is defined as work.

FIRST VOICE—I don’t know as I agree with you there. Everyone has a chance in this world; but we’ve all got to work hard, of course. That’s the way I figure it out.
SECOND VOICE—What chance had that poor child? Naturally sickly and weak from underfeeding, transplanted to the stinking room of a tenement or the filthy hovel of a mining village, what glowing opportunities did life hold out that death should not be regarded as a blessing for him? I mean if he possessed the ordinary amount of ability and intelligence—considering him as the average child of ignorant Polish immigrants. Surely his prospects of ever becoming anything but a beast of burden were not bright, were they?
FIRST VOICE—Well, no, of course not, but—
SECOND VOICE—If you could bring him back to life would you do so? Could you conscientiously drag him away from that fine sleep of his to face what he would have to face? Leaving the joy you would give his mother out of the question, would you do it for him individually?
FIRST VOICE—(doubtfully) Perhaps not, looking at it from that standpoint.
SECOND VOICE—There is no other standpoint. The child was diseased at birth, stricken with a hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off.
SECOND VOICE—I mean poverty—the most deadly and prevalent of all diseases.

from Fog by Eugene O’Neill