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In my last post, I noted that the grating thing about Mitt Romney is that he seems to be like the person in one's office who believes he's the only guy doing any real work.
This makes me wonder (in this post) why Mitt thinks he's so special, and why his supporters don't believe they're part of the "bad 47%," EVEN IF THEY DON'T PAY INCOME TAX THEMSELVES! The special-ness applies to them, too. Why?
It's interesting to note that over there in Republicanville, being rich and/or being Christian appear to confer some sort of unspoken 501(c)(3) status, thereby removing rich people and Christians from the ranks of the moochers whether they pay taxes or not. (Of course, if a rich person or Christian makes the unfortunate choice of being a Democrat, moocher status is retained.)
I think this is why Republican non-taxpayers remain untroubled by the seeming paradox of the 47% figure--they know there's an unofficial deal that makes generating measurable revenue and paying taxes on it entirely optional for them. Taxes are for Caesar, or some such thing.
I believe this goes back to the Lucrescenti's decision, sometime around the Reagan years, to heavily court the Christian right for the votes they needed to achieve and maintain power in what remains, unfortunately for them, a one-person-one-vote society. The deal was that in return for vast numbers of votes, the Lucrescenti would support the Evangelicals on the hot-button issue of abortion and spread the meme that being Christian is just as good as being rich. Why, some of the rich would even pretend to be Christian, and some Christians would get rich!
All this led to an unusual, perhaps unprecedented, and (some might say) obscene glorification of wealth and Christianity in American society, and here we are today.
The wheels and decorations, of course, are falling off the deal now--partly as a result of the effort to include Libertarians under the tent and turn Jesus into some sort of bizarre John Galt hero with Ayn Rand in the Mary Magdalene spot, but I digress. The point is that even though the thing is clearly on its last legs, the sense of special-ness remains out there in its ugly voting coalition glory, and that is what we're seeing from the Mittster and his unlikely allies in this election season.
With any luck, this is the last we'll see of it.