For my next trick (my previous trick being unchecked anger at Ronald Reagan’s faux-avuncular con of a presidency), I think I’m going to get this tattoo filled in. For those of you who are just tuning in, this is my tattoo (because I love the land where I was born, even though Jonathan Richman makes an EXTREMELY convincing case for New England):
So, my options, as I see them, are as follows:
1) Color it in blue, in not only the spirit of commemoration (when I was living in Indianapolis, Indiana went blue for the first time in my life. It felt SO GOOD. I had an Obama pumpkin. It was legit.),
2) Add a Chicago Cubs “C” in the center, because, even though they’re a Chicago team and unquestionably terrible, they’re still MY unquestionably terrible Chicago team,
3) Per my friend Nick’s recommendation, fill it with the label from a PBR can. This should be self-explanatory for those of you who follow this blog regularly, or know how I feel about the people’s beer.
“Ronald Reagan said that his tax cuts would reduce deficits, then presided over a near-tripling of federal debt. When Bill Clinton raised taxes on top incomes, conservatives predicted economic disaster; what actually followed was an economic boom and a remarkable swing from budget deficit to surplus. Then the Bush tax cuts came along, helping turn that surplus into a persistent deficit, even before the crash. But we’re talking about voodoo economics here, so perhaps it’s not surprising that belief in the magical powers of tax cuts is a zombie doctrine: no matter how many times you kill it with facts, it just keeps coming back. And despite repeated failure in practice, it is, more than ever, the official view of the G.O.P.”—
This is so great. I posted last night on Twitter that nearly every documentary I watch states some variant on the theme that the Reagan years were the grimmest time in recent American history (this was in specific reference to “An Unreasonable Man”, but also applies to “American Hardcore”, which is possibly my favorite documentary ever). It is heartbreaking and gutwrenching in equal measure to hear young people of my generation blindly proclaim that Reagan was the “greatest president of all time”, blithely disregarding his absolutely disgraceful tenure as American Commander-In-Chief.
Seriously, America, how did you let yourself get fooled by this wretched man? You let him and his cronies write policy that dangerously deregulated the American economy while sowing the seeds of international terrorism, lining the pockets of America’s wealthiest while destroying working class American infrastructure and outsourcing American jobs to overseas corporate interests (often to the detriment of workers in those same foreign countries), inciting foolish and aesthetically destructive “culture wars”, thus cheapening American artistic output while valuating boorish culture industry pablum, and promulgating a food culture that classified ketchup as a vegetable. AND THEN YOU ELECTED HIM AGAIN, YOU FOOLS. I love my country to death, but it is continually baffling to me how Americans let the wool get pulled over their eyes time and time again. Politics aren’t a summer blockbuster: you aren’t supposed to vote for the shiniest, easiest-to-understand, most buzzword-laden policy: you’re supposed to vote for what WORKS FOR THE COUNTRY. Americans elected a movie star with faux-grandfatherly charm, and he RUINED this country.
By the way, this is the latest in a long line of posts to be non-music-related, but, you know what, screw it. I’m abandoning the idea of a theme for my Tumblr. That was so two years ago, when I wanted followers desperately. Now that Tumblarity is a thing of the past, I’m just going to post whatever the hell I want on here and stop apologizing for it.