My New York Post column is up. Today’s subject is the exasperating farce of “continuing resolutions” spoon-feeding a giant social-welfare leviathan with a bunch of funny money while Zero fiddles, Tokyo burns, the Baby Boomers grow old and get sick, metaphors get mixed, and everything is on the table except the 80 percent of the federal budget that’s not on the table:
The country teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, operating without a budget for the current fiscal year while Congress debates relatively minuscule spending cuts and President Obama fills in his March Madness brackets, lectures the nation on school bullying and prepares for a trip to Rio.
It’s long past time for the politicians to man up and grasp the third rail of electoral politics before financial disaster overtakes us. Which means: Entitlements, you’re on the table — and the sooner you get to the chopping block, the better.
As the Great One likes to say: There, I said it. And I say this, too:
. . . it’s the moral component of entitlements that’s even more important. At what point did Americans turn away from their self-reliant pride and become a nation of whiners and beggars? How long should the dead hand of Franklin Roosevelt and the New Deal be allowed to dictate not only policy but also the very terms of the debate?
No one is “entitled” to anything, even “entitlements.” The notion that just being alive “entitles” you to other people’s money — not freely given but extracted at gunpoint by the IRS — must be publicly debated, then put to rest.
This is not to say that some sort of governmental social safety net is not desirable. The question, though, is not whether we should have one, in a perfect world. It’s how much we can afford in the world we actually live in.
Toujours l’audace. I continue to be underwhelmed by the performance of the Republican leadership. Two years into the reign of His Serene Majesty, BHO II, they still haven’t figured out what they’re up against. As Terence or somebody once said, fortune favors the bold — somebody should write a book to help them.
Speaking of books, you can read Chapter One of my first novel, Exchange Alley, for free here, courtesy of Big Hollywood, and download the whole thing for your Kindle here. The KGB prison-camp chapter runs tomorrow. Don’t blame me if you can’t sleep later.