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Job Creators

"The Job Creators."


"Let us give most of our money to 'The Job Creators' and they will create jobs, and life will be good, again."


BS!  That is what it is:  BS.  Most of the people who have most of the money do not create jobs with it.  They sock it away somewhere safe.  It is like watching a British TV series in which a few people have lots of money and dress for dinner, and dress for breakfast, and dress for lunch.  They dress for hunting, and dress for strolling, and dress for letchery.  They have suits and dresses for driving in a car, and someone to help them put their clothes on and take them off.  They have cooks and gardeners and hat boxes.  


This is what makes jobs:  when the middle class and the working class have a little money, they create jobs.  They eat better, and the butcher and the green grocer hire extra help.  When ordinary people feel safe in their houses, and do not worry themselves sick about seeing a doctor, and when they have a little money to spend, they create jobs.  They create jobs for nurses and orderlies.  They create jobs for the car dealer.  They create jobs for carpenters, and hair dressers, and teachers.  


When ordinary people prosper, they have a little money to spend, and they spend it.  They support jobs in the cell phone industry, and in the automobile industry, and in restaurants.  That is why Henry Ford paid his workers reasonably good wages:  he wanted them to have money to buy a Ford.  


In a recession, or in a depression, when people lose their jobs and factories close and banks close, it is the responsibility of a rational government, not to cut more jobs, and cut funds for transportation and infrastructure, and dig the hole deeper, but to do what will create jobs.  Help people stay in their homes.  Find a way for them to afford food and an education for their children.  If the layoffs are structural--that is to say, because jobs for harness makers and steel workers and telephone operators will not come back again--then it is especially imperative that education be provided for the jobs that will be in demand.  


It isn't magic.  For the country to be prosperous, working class and middle class people need income.  It is they who need the money, not the guy who was the head of United Health Care who retired with more than a billion dollars.  He isn't making jobs.  He is padding his ivory tower.  Even if he does buy groceries, his purchases will not match what will happen if millions of ordinary people have enough money to buy groceries.  They will make jobs!  


Mitt Romney says that if government money for education is cut back, students should just borrow the money from their parents.  What world does he live in?  Those parents are scared out of their minds that they will lose their house and health care and pensions.  


Do you recall how entranced George H. W. Bush was when someone took him to a grocery store and he saw his first price scanner?  


I will admit, reluctantly and ambiguously, that George H. W. could use someone to help him dress.  And Willard "Mitt" Romney could use a dog handler.  And his blue jeans look terribly uncomfortable.  



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