The Tea Party, the original one in Boston, was about taxation without representation. It was about a big corporation, the East India Company, let off its taxes by Briton’s ruling class. Briton tried to make up the difference by jacking up taxes to the colonies.
Big business has representation. Lobbyists ply their trade in the corridors of power, special interest groups donate millions, and money fuels the electoral process. Corporate malfeasance is figured into the budget and the price is passed along. America’s myth of a classless society is a sham. Those at the bottom have always known this. As the divide between the bottom and the top becomes more apparent, word is getting around. America has a ruling class.
Maybe things don’t change in Washington because they like it how it is: political dynasties, old money, new money buying its way into the show. Blago’s crime was getting caught, lifting the veil on political horse trading, of rubbing it in our faces. I imagine the ruling class smug, the upstart commoner, got his comeuppance. It takes more finesse, a honeyed voice to steal in the name of the people.
Trickle down is an old idea. The great lords would put on lavish feasts for all the other upper crust and when they had their fill the commoners were allowed the leavings.
Who represents you? Remember the movie Network? “We’re mad as hell…” you know the next part. Throw’em overboard.
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