Wouldn't it be great to have a Democrat in the White House?

A few numbers:

• Thirty-two corporations paid less in taxes in 2010 than they did to their executives.
• Child poverty in the United States is almost at 25%--and why this isn't considered a national embarrassment and getting as much media coverage as the Casey Anthony trial says a lot about our "Christian" nation.
• Since 2009, 88% of income growth in America has gone to corporate profits, 1% to wages (ditto above rejoinder).
• Executive pay rose 23% in 2010 at America's top companies.  Did your pay?
• Between 1947 and 1979, productivity in America rose by 119% and median family income by 112%.  Between 1979 and 2009, productivity increaed by 80% and median family income by...11%.  What the fuck?

With numbers like these--ice cream sundaes for the Democratic Party I joined--why in the hell would President Obama come to the table on the debt ceiling talks and not make ultimatums?  Like, I don't know, "Fuck you, your bullshit policies got us into this mess and we're going to tip the scales back to even for the American workers!"?  I mean, how in the fuck do the republicans even have a voice on this one?  For fuck's sake, if someone levelled your house the last time you loaned them your bulldozer, why in the fuck would you give them the keys again?

Unfortunately, as outlined in this piece by Drew Westin, the Demcratic Party's leadership is a shell of its former self, and has become the moderate wing of the republican party. (Personally, I blame Bill Clinton, but others much smarter than I may have another scapegoat.) 

The sad part?  We don't have a choice but to support the President.  With the cockamamie bullshit goings on in Wisconsin, here in Michigan, Florida, and Ohio, you can see how much worse it could get.  Hell, the right to choose is itself enough of a reason.  Still...it sure would be nice if we could inject a little spinal fluid in Obama's back or else help him remember that we're the political party that looks out for those that are drowning and those barely staying afloat--and protect them from the champagne drinking yachts sailing willy-nilly through the harbor.

Peace,
emaycee