¡Chickitawbut Mountain RULES!

Dear Dr. Bones,

Increasing the individual campaign contribution limit . . .

. . . may be an indication whence fundin’ for the _Herald_ angels’ specific level an’ quality of agitation-propaganda procedes.

Really serious Hoovervillains (say, those at _The Wall Street Jingo_) will much prefer to see fewer Luddite restrictions on CORPORATE generosity to our statespersons. Individual organisms were OK citizens for their time, but that time has now passed: "Farewell, a sad farewell, O ye slide whips and buggy rules!"

The best that mom-an’-pop (so to say) contributions can buy nowadays is, I fear, a political arm rather like the Republican Party of Cabotlodgestán. Or rather, not quite that good, for the minoritarian kiddies tend to pick up a certain amount of bucks out of alien carpetbags. Few whight-wing aliens much care about supportin’ this or that provincial candidate in the boondocks of Worcester County, yet bucks are fungible.[1]

The _Herald_-fundin’ parochial class tend, I suppose, to be *nominally* corporate: there will be a "Chickitawbut Mountain Shed and Window Company, Incorporated" (for example). Yet a very little digging around will discover that this is really just Daddy Joe an’ Mommy Matilda plus maybe Cousin Kevin with the (nominal) M.B.A.

With paymasters chiefly of that small calibre, ¿what could be more natural than that the _Herald_ angels should pipe first of "the INDIVIDUAL campaign contribution limit"?

Moreover, their editorial beatitudes doubtless piously believe all the malarkey about petty business that circulates nowadays: "The Fortune 500 an’ ScroogeBank NA an’ the Goldman-Saxons do not create jobs, ¡’tis Chickitawbut Mountain that creates jobs!" Conceptually, and more importantly -- for it is hormone-basers of whom we speak -- emotionally, the BH ideal of pettybiz might as well be Master Horatio Alger presidin’ over a lemonade stand in person with no icky paperwork anywhere in sight. The angels’ patients or victims or customers like that line too, because if that is what it takes to be a Titan of Industry, well, ¿why not you an’ me an’ Kevin? [2]

Happy days (through affordable healthcare)
--JHM


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[1] Such fungibility is in itself a good example of the superiority of the (noble, cuttin’-edge) Corporate Citizen over the obsolescent-to-obsolete zoölogical ditto. I sometimes think of the splendid Cause for which I now bark as a matter of making it less onerous for dollars to vote.

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[2] To adorn this year’s Silly Season, Party Neocomrade Dr. R. H. Limbaugh has resolved to set up what appears to be a slightly glorified lemonade stand, http://www.twoifbytea.com/.

The appearance is bound to be a little deceptive, though: betcha this _shtyk_ has been been shystered an’ accountant-ed almost to death even before bein’ properly hatched.

(( Also arguably deceptive is Paul Revere an’ a’ that -- ’tis not the Taxachusetts economy that Himself proposes to stimulate with his flavored water. ))

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