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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Raise the Roof

I apologize for the absence. Campaigning through Alabama, Tennesee, and Eastern North Carolina left me without internet access and in serious need of a diaper change.

A few of my constituents (I'm looking at you Michael Monroe), have asked me to address the current debt crisis. I've had a few observations in recent days.

First, I watched my dad go through page after page of loan counseling so droll and boring that I wet myself, fell asleep, and dreamed I was still wetting myself, just because it was more entertaining than watching that drivel. The one thing of note is that, if my dad fails to repay these loans due to anything other than complete disability or death, the federal government, I kid you not, threatens to come after him with the full force of the law. It's in there. In black and white.

This leads me to my first questions:
Do members of government, specifically in Congress and the White House, have to read this crap?
No way, Jose, because if they did, they'd never become politicians. Even those lesser lifeforms would rather pee themselves to sleep than read loan counseling, constantly selecting all of the above or true for every 'quiz' question.

Who will either seriously maim, kill, or come after the government with their full might if the government fails to repay their loans?
I'm looking at China, no one, or God. China's screwed if they try this (along with the rest of the world) and God's reckoning won't happen until this doesn't matter anymore, so I'm looking at no one.

Second story. My parents decided that their parents had paid enough taxes that they could sign me up for Medicaid. Woohoo. Now, this got me to thinking about the social safety net, specifically welfare.

If a family on welfare started working, receiving a decent-sized income, much less an exorbitant one, their welfare benefits would be cut off, right? Maybe the GOP can answer that one?

Once they stopped screaming about welfare in general, not having paid attention to the whole statement, they would heartily agree that those former freeloaders would get the boot.

Aren't subsidies and tax breaks essentially welfare for corporations?

GOP? I can't hear you. You'll have to speak up.

Oh wait, I'm running for your nomination! I meant, don't corporations making millions to billions of profits need our help in order to survive and to keep from fleeing the country? I'm pissed off they don't get more help from the state! The state should just run them and give them all their money!

Sorry, I got off track for a second. Government hands off my medicare! Last time, I swear.

I don't have any more stories to tell for now, but I will say this:

The Republicans did the right thing by making debt and spending an issue. That is why we need opposition in government, because otherwise it gets unbalanced. But we shouldn't tip the scales the other way.

Complete intransigence and lack of compromise on a deal in order to raise the debt ceiling is just childish. I'll avoid a baby joke here.

As far as a plan moving forward:

- End the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
- Reform Social Security (retirement age, benefits indices, etc.)
- Reform military spending (veterans insurance, in particular)
- Close corporate tax breaks, end corporate and agricultural subsidies, simplify the tax code (new brackets are arguable)
- Cut pork spending. If states need something, they can raise the revenue themselves. Local government is smaller government is, hopefully, more efficient government.
- Campaign finance reform and electoral change (you may say wtf does this have to do with the debt ceiling, but I'll address this soon).

And, on a closing note, something that I do feel particularly strong about as a baby, change Medicare.

To all you old people out there, yes, you who vote and are going senile (great combo). I'm a baby. You're on your last legs. Yes, you deserve to be comfortable. Yes, you deserve health care. But to an extent. Preventative care to me, is a basic human right if we can provide it. Extending life for a month at the cost of thousands of dollars is not. No death panels, but no exorbitant health care packages. I may sound heartless, but everyone moves on. Your retirement creates more jobs. Your peaceful passage from life creates more room for the rising generations.

I am not dying the future.

PS: Sorry about the lack of pictures and only two videos. I wrote this at 2 am and my parents kept wanting to put me back to bed.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Pictures and Patriotism

People (grandmas) have complained that there aren't enough pictures on my campaign blog. Since I need their vote, I have to oblige the constituents.

This first one is of me in Moab, Utah. Those are trucks in the background. Real, American, Trucks.


Some of the other candidates have already challenged my patriotism, so here's me with an American Flag. Real, American, Flag. Also, a few have asked to see my birth certificate. They told me at the hospital that I'd have to wait at least 6 weeks, so still one more to go. Haters.


Here's a constituent and me crying about our current political leaders and the system that got them there. We are so distraught.


And here is me fulfilling yet again my promise to kiss old people (thanks, great grandma). Yes, I may be necking with her more than kissing her, but again, it's closer than just drooling on her. We're getting there.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Oh, Mitt!

Sorry I haven’t posted for a while. I’ve been discovering what Sarah Palin meant by the “real” America:


Apparently the “real” America doesn’t have internet set up at the lake-side yet. Neanderthals.

Anyway, the team and I left Utah a few days ago, and though Mitt Romney is not from there, I thought I’d share a few thoughts about the Mormon from Michigan who governed Massachusetts.


People accuse Mitt of being a flip-flopper, but that’s really not fair. People should be allowed to change their positions if facts show that a change in stance is more accurate or effective.

But that’s not what Mitt seems to be doing. Mitt just wants to be liked.

By anyone. Really badly. It’s pretty desperate.

He’s got most Mormons in the bag because he’s not a Democrat (let’s be honest here).

He’s constantly shifting to the right and putting on huge puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to get the Christian coalition on his side (I don’t know why, but it saves me a lot of trouble).

And he sound checks anything he thinks that the GOP will like (stuff like this). Actually, she sounds more sensible than most of the GOP right now).

In following this strategy of likeability, he’s alienating a lot of other people.

Like anyone not named above.


But that’s not my worry about Mitt. My biggest fear, and the reason I decided to run despite Romney already being in the race, is that when it comes to executive power and the scary things it can do (read this), Romney would be just another iteration of this:


Wow. That’s creepy.

Granted, he’d be better than both of them combined on the economy. But still:


As someone who has to grow up in this nation, I really don’t want more of that. Really.

Still, I’m going to do a bit of flip-flopping myself, and not the type where I turn over on to my stomach. In order to commiserate with Mitt, I am changing my favorite word from “literally” to “revisionist”. Let the pundits rejoice over some drama on this campaign that doesn't involve me drooling on old people (more to come).

And yes, to celebrate my new favorite word, next week I’ll be talking about Palin, Bachmann, and the Tea Party.

Just kidding. I’m revisionizing my previous statement and will soon write about HUNTSMAN!!!!! 

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Tickling old people to death, literally

This is me kissing an old person and already fulfilling one of my campaign promises.

Well, sort of. I'm more making a kissy face AT her, and probably drooling on her arm, but that's more progress than Obama's made on most of his campaign promises. Gitmo, anyone? More transparent government? Public financing of campaigns? Hope?

That's what I thought.

I could go on, but my attention span is about 30 seconds these days.


This is one baby that delivers the love.

Literally.



(Shout out to Great G-ma for the assist on the photo).


I am Baby Liam and I approve of this message.

The Big Announcement


So my parents took me to a Michelle Bachmann rally (ironically so, or at least they thought) and they even let her kiss me (again, with ironic intentions). However, during that awkward, I-am-a-complete-stranger-and-I’m-kissing-your-baby moment (isn’t that illegal in most states?), I had a realization: America needs me. And not just because the Republicans have no idea what they’re doing.

America needs me because everyone loves babies and the ONE thing that this country needs more of right now, more than an economic recovery, more than a solution for our deficit, more than more politicians, is love. And that’s what babies provide. Oodles of love.

Beyond love, I bring to the table all of the positives that the other candidates have. I have Mitt Romney’s good looks, rapier wit, and economic smarts. I share Herman Cain’s everyman appeal and minority status (because, c’mon, babies can’t vote, can’t get married, and are, literally, looked down upon by everyone). While many say that Michelle Bachmann suffers from appalling naiveté, I spin it as childish innocence. And I’ve got John Huntsman’s pragmatism and keyboard chops (watch here as I play my own theme song, and those are my hands after some, er, tanning and a trip to the BLING STORE). I also have Newt Gingrich’s…jowls, and Rick Santorum’s…well…I’m not Rick Santorum. Who else is running?

So, without further ado, I am announcing my candidacy for the Republican nomination for the President of the United States of America (hereafter shortened to POTUSA). I am a baby, I am in it to win it, and I can wipe the floor with the competition before I’ve soiled my morning diaper.

To officially kick off my campaign, I will be traveling across our great country, from the bankrupt shores of California to the basketball-rabid state of North Carolina. Along the way I will kiss some old people; I will prove that, though unable to articulate complete syllables let alone entire words, my debating and public speaking skills leave the competition in the dust; and I will show that literally is literally my favorite word.

I am the future, literally.