Biting the Hand That Feeds You

It’s a truism that fat dogs seldom bite. And of course how

does one bite a United States Senator in the ass, except in the voting booth.

So the Senate, in its boundless and

unquestioned wisdom, has thrown a steak dinner to all the dogs that vote. Those

who vote are likely to have a bank account where an automatic deposit

might be welcomed. If not, they surely have a mailing address, else one

cannot be a registered voter.

Ergo, without an account or an

address, you are fucked and simply expected to die under a bridge or, less

tastefully, in a cardboard carton on someone’s doorway.

Perfectly done, Mr. McConnell.

One does not elevate to the position of Majority Leader in the Senate without a

keen sense of who is invited to dine and who dies in poverty.

In the vastness of its largesse, McConnell is ready to aim a

single $1500 arrow in the direction all who earn less than $75,000 and—let’s

not forget—have a bank account or address. Anything less would be half-vast.

Fifteen hundred under those

circumstances is pocket-change, perhaps enough to buy a large-screen TV or some

other useless bauble.

Fifteen hundred every two weeks

until the jobs markets settle would be a life-saver for

·

waitresses, zero-hours workers,

·

those who sleep under a bridge or in a doorway,

·

teachers, beauticians, janitors and cleaners,

·

short-order cooks and the people who watch your

kids in day-care centers—and on and on, but you get my drift.

Those are the people for whom

survival is at risk.

It blows my mind that every time we have a financial

disaster—and the coronavirus pandemic is financial as well as medical—we throw trillions

at banks and airlines, while throwing our poor under the bus.

These circumstances arise with

great regularity, because our financial system is set up to pillage, get

bailed out, pillage again and repeat.

Eventually, it seems the total

commitment of our United States Congress is either to run out of poor or

buses.

And, thus far, they’re doing a

pretty damned good job of it.