A few months ago Congressional Republicans in Washington fought hard to defeat one cent of tax increase on millionaires and billionaires. They won the battle for the rich. I was proud not to be involved. I’m not a Republican, and certainly not a millionaire or billionaire. Just the thought is laughable, considering my camoflauged ball cap status.
In other words, I’m not rich enough to be a Republican. I don’t even pretend to be rich enough to be a Republican. I don’t own a private jet. I don’t have a half-million jewelry account at Tiffany’s. I certainly don’t have the money to retain a big shot lobbyist.
On the contrary, during the fall season I eat a lot of wild game. The rest of the year I drive a pick-up truck to Walmart with fishing tackle dangling out of the bed, trying to snag a mess of crappie.
For the past three weeks, Congressional Republicans have tried to raise the payroll tax on working middle-class Americans. They wanted to take the very money I need for flour, cornmeal, cooking oil, salt and black pepper. In other words, Republicans were attempting to tax the wild game and crappie right off of my supper plate.
Just as I am not rich enough to be a Republican, likewise I could never be heartless enough to tax flour, cornmeal, cooking oil, salt and pepper out of East Texas kitchens. Those are basic commodities for making a meal with wild game and crappie. Even without milk, I can make “water gravy.” That is a Democratic dish, “water gravy.”
Fortunately, one man in Washington stood up for me, and the other 160 million working Americans who depend on flour, cornmeal, cooking oil, salt and black pepper. He is the only lobbyist I can afford. I’ll repay him with a vote.
I really appreciate President Obama helping me with my flour, cornmeal, cooking oil, salt and black pepper. He fought the Republican tax increase, and won the battle for my next meal.
Admitted bias: I care.
Jerry S. Phillips