. . . who will toot his flute for you.
Airlines, tickets, seats — these are just some of the Icarus-based topics that everyone seems to be talking about in the wake of United Airlines’ dragged-passenger fiasco. So much anger! Remember back when Old Blue Eyes sang about how cool and hip flying was? Let’s marinate in Frank’s golden voice, where the air is rarified, before we take on United:
AFP’s report on the B.A.T. impact claims it is equivalent to a $1.2 trillion tax on consumers. The top five to-get-screwed states, based on imports and state GDP, would be Michigan, Louisiana, Tennessee, New Jersey, and Kentucky. Here’s the report’s dismal conclusion:
Every state will be impacted by a border adjustment tax, and those states that rely more on imports face a graver threat from the tax hike. At a cost of more than $1 trillion, this tax on businesses and consumers is on par with the Affordable Care Act or former presidential candidate Hillary Clinton’s plans to reshape the American tax system.
American importers — 95 percent of whom are small businesses employing fewer than 250 workers — could see their tax bills skyrocket to unsustainable levels. In today’s highly-integrated global economy, every consumer in every corner of the country would feel the effects of the BAT, in the form of higher costs at the department store, grocery store, gas pump, and online. Lawmakers who think that the BAT can’t impact their states are mistaken; the risks and costs that would come along with border adjustment are too much for American consumers and businesses to bear.
Mama mia. Okay, enough about planes and BAT. Let’s talk about . . . bread. I’m exercising a point of personal privilege here to deride government idiocy in my home state, Connecticut. An economic basket case — No. 1 at being No. 50. My pals at the Yankee Institute (trust me, if it were named the Red Sox Institute there would be no mention of the name) are reporting that the feds have indicted one Moshen Youssef, who received a $400,000 in loans and grants from the Malloy Administration for a fake pita bread located (except, because it was fake, it wasn’t) in South Windsor. Our tax dollars at work, so expertly husbanded (am I allowed to say that?) by Big Brother in Hartford. Geeeesh!
Back to NRO. Today I encourage you to linger there and enjoy all the terrific writing at hand. For example, the piece with the year’s longest title — Outrage Over Dave Chappelle’s Jokes Reveals That Progressives Know Nothing about Comedy — is most definitely worth your time. And then there is Heather Wilhelm’s latest column: The Left’s New Cure-All: ‘Science’. It comes with a free picture of Bill Nye, the Alleged Science Guy. Gads!
Okay, I can see you are heading for the exits, no doubt to prepare for Spy Wednesday stuff. I’ll catch you tomorrow. If before then you book a cabin on the National Review 2017 Trans-Atlantic Crossing, you’ll make me very happy. And then Mrs. Fowler won’t have to deal with a grump. Do it for her!
PS: Jimmy Boy, how is that sun tan coming along?