Back to the Slough
It’s just a Promise
Feeding Bulls
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
Watching
the doppler and trying to interpret where the rains are falling is an annual exercise
of high drama.
When
Intellicast was extant, it was much easier. You could move the cursor and zero
in on known landmarks and determine exactly where the storms were centered. That’s
all gone with a merger outcome that suggests that everything is more efficient.
It isn’t and the once cutting-edge weather service is no longer watched much
less trusted.
So, it
was Friday night when the storm came in from the north spreading down the Uvas
Valley and approached our Trail Pasture. It certainly seemed promising, but the
outcome was unknown as these words became sentences on this page.
Back
to the Slough
Of course, there is another
parallel.
This
week in Washington has once again disappointed us beyond what can be adequately
expressed in words. It was a time when a confused old man assumed the role as
spokesman for prefacing and suggesting a course of action that has huge
implications for our future. We had expected leadership, but what we got was
the body politic turning its back once again on a single most promise.
No, it
wasn’t the showcase of clown interpretations chaired by Alfred E. Newman’s
cousin, “One Brow Up” Nadler. It certainly wasn’t their guest star performer,
either. Putting that poor man on that seat under the obvious infirmities that
he is ruled by was torturous. It was cruel, and “One Brow Up” and his coterie
of slugs and single-minded commies need to be taken to the woodshed.
No, the
prize for low point in the week goes to the senior senator from Kentucky,
“Foghorn” McConnell. Anybody who has had a major hand in leading this nation to
years of successive trillion-dollar debt expansions doesn’t deserve our praise.
When Foghorn has the gall to bridge the incomprehensible budget that is on the
table to “nobody has lost an election by spending too much money”, we should
all be horrified.
He and
the lesser cast of pampered characters collectively demonstrate they have no
qualms at all about saying whatever it takes to get reelected.
The truth is revealed once again.
They simply don’t get it.
Most
compatriots on my side of the tracks are beating up on San Fran Nan and her
squad of Star Wars bar patrons, but the fact is we know what they are and what
to expect from them. There isn’t enough money in the world to satisfy their
lust for complete control.
Her eyes
must have been pulled even tighter, though, upon reviewing the budget
suggestions by Treasury Secretary Mnuchin. History suggests she would have
never gotten that out of her own majority, but she got it out of the
republicans.
She took
it and ran. How bad is it really? The final four years of the previous fellow’s
administration pushed the allowed increases of budget authority upwards $144B.
The current administration will push the constraints upwards $618B.
America is now postured to have
permanent trillion-dollar deficits.
Feeding Bulls
Of course, the republicans have
trotted out two point men to demonstrate foundational restraint in the hopes of
keeping us Indians on the reservation and out of full revolt. Kevin Brady
(R-Tx) and Mike Braun (R-In) are introducing their Maximizing America’s
Prosperity Act. MAP will be a plan to limit future budgets to a certain portion
of the economy with automatic triggers to halt expenditures when congress fails
to abide by its own mandates.
They promise it will work.
The problem is we have witnessed
this kind of tomfoolery before. The most recent was the Budget Control Act of
2011 that essentially promised the same thing. The current argument about its
failure to resolve overspending is that it impacted only about a third of the
total budget whereas this approach will impact the entire budget.
Hmmm …
Why am I immediately reminded of
feeding cake to a bunch of bulls? The first times you wade into their midst
they are leery of your presence, but they are interested in your holdings. They
will try to stay away from you, but they are drawn to the smell and the
interest shown by their cohorts. They will taste the extruded pellets and you
can see their immediate reactions.
Dang, that’s good stuff!
In successive feedings, their
interest becomes more overt and usually evolves into demand to the point the
most aggressive are coming to the sack you are carrying rather than the string
of feed on the ground. In the dustup that occurs out there in the front of the
whole bunch, you will encounter one that will boldly come to you, shake his
head at you, blow snot all over you, and convince you he wants the whole sack.
If he is convincing enough,
chances are you’ll give it to him hoping he can forget about your presence as
you scramble to get out of harm’s way (those of you who might know Bennie will
remember he didn’t have time to concede and the bull came out of the bunch and
nailed him creating long lasting ramifications).
There is nothing like facing
harsh reality up close and personal.
It’s just a Promise
America
is now ruled by politicos avoiding dangerous reelection tumult over fiscal
deadlines. Every one of those characters has baseline hesitancy of reducing the
centralized largesse that is needed to fulfill promises to the herds awaiting
their cake.
Maybe it
was always that way.
In fact,
Jefferson probably was as sure of the consequences as anybody. We must not let
our rulers load us with debt were his words. Think about those words. There
are two that stand out, debt and rulers. I don’t like debt, but, moreover, weren’t we
supposed to have elected representatives rather than rulers?
Maybe that is the underlying
problem.
Stephen
L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “Cake and bulls … Politicos
and largesse.”
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