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Intellectual Vapor

Our Very Own Governor, Tiny Tim Pawlenty, wants to be President.
He is taking time off from the State of Minnesota and traveling
all around this fine country, telling everybody what a fine country
it is, and how it could be even finer if more people noticed him.

He has made a reputation for himself as opposing taxes. 
Just cut taxes!  Institute a few user fees, but cut taxes!

Tiny is positioning himself to be the Clean Cut Leader
for all those people who hate taxes, who think that taxes are
unamerican.  Our Very Own Governor has vetoed every
proposal to raise taxes because, while some government
services are good, paying for them is not good.  The result
is that it looks like Minnesota is going to be billions of dollars
in debt very soon now.  At the same time, Our Tim is running
on his record of cutting taxes.  He thinks it will make him
presidential:  Tim Pawlenty, the guy who opposes taxes. 

He isn't really opposed to health care for the poor, or aid
to the public schools and universities, or human services,
or providing police and fire protection, or repairing potholes,
or building roads:  he just doesn't want to pay for it.
He says we have to live within our means.  He is willing
to borrow from our kids, because that is not a tax:  the
tooth fairy is going to pay that back someday. 

What a mess he is going to leave behind!  But Tim knows
that is not going to be his problem.  He has already said
that he will not seek another term, especially if the State
is going to be as deeply in debt as everybody says it will be.

Tim is a problem solver, not a tax raiser. 
The problem he is trying to solve now is how
to get in line ahead of Sarah Palin; another
quitter who is not a quitter.  She is solving
a problem, too:  how to get rich very fast.

George W. Bush inherited a huge government surplus,
and he turned it into a huge deficit, largely for doing
what Tiny Tim is doing:  spending the money, but not
admitting that we should pay for our wars, or our social
services.  "Government is bad!  Ohmmmmmmm!"

Tim Pawlenty is a splendid example of intellectual vapor.
He should go back to his church out in the suburbs
where God has gathered the saints who should be rich.

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