It's A Blurb! it's a Blame! It's Super Committee!
It was August, it was hot as heck, and also the state of affairs was dire. The president required his credit limit increased in time for the vacations, or the planet would be destroyed! so he took the sort of drastic action solely a career politician with vast expertise in community organizing could take: he appointed a committee. however not simply any committee, no! a super Committee!
Charged with fixing everything by Thanksgiving, the Super Friends gathered around a table at a top-secret location... cartoon heroes on one facet, cartoon villains on the opposite. Rhino, whose super power is considering his arch-enemies and who so sat at the chair in the middle, spoke initial. "You're right, Joker," he said. "We need to yank those taxes up nice and high! particularly on those millionaires and billionaires who somehow manage to create $200K!"
"You can't do that," said arch-villain Captain America. "Those are business owners. they are the sole hope we have for investment and employment and recovery of the world economy."
Everyone simply stared at the Captain, and at last, the Super Demediacrat coalition got up and left the space. "You get that guy?" Two-Face said, rolling his eyes as they huffed out. "Private sector. Sheesh."
Once they all settled in at their new top-secret location, Lex Luther (the super brain behind the coalition) spoke quietly over tented fingers. "This is the deal," he said. "There will be no deal."
After an awed hush, Rhino dared speak. "But Mr. Luther, if we do not build a deal by Thanksgiving, we have to, like, sell the navy!"
Luther simply smiled.
"Wait," said the Red Menace, "that's brilliant! we have a tendency to sell the navy to China - they have one - and then we have a tendency to hire a bazillion government staff to build us a brand new one! larger government, the illusion of employment, happy China... all issues solved!"
"But what regarding the $600 billion that'll start up of entitlementses, Precious?" asked Gollum. "Not gonna happen!" everybody yelled in unison. "If we have to, we'll simply sell the air force, too," said The green Boondoggle. "I bet that'll fetch a reasonably penny." "But who can we find who desires a modern, stealthy air force and has that kind of money?" Rhino asked.
Luther simply smiled.
"Iran?" steered Menace. everybody agreed that Iran, or their friends, could use a modern air force and could afford to buy one. There was much rejoicing.
And that's how the president and his Super Friends saved the day and created the planet safe for socialism. Now, drink your soy milk and return to sleep, very little voters. don't have nightmares regarding freedom and private prosperity... those monsters were slain three years ago.
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by Michael D. Hume, M.S.
Michael Hume may be a speaker, writer, and consultant specializing in helping folks maximize their potential and revel in inspiring lives. As part of his inspirational leadership mission, he coaches executives and leaders in growing their personal sense of well-being through wealth creation and management, along with personal vitality.
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