That’s obviously a dismissive injunction; another way of saying “mind your own business.” However, directed at Congressman Paul Broun, M.D., it might well be a recipe for disaster, since, if his prescription for the economy is consistent with his medical perspective, Broun seems stuck in a medieval frame of mind–relying on blood-letting and, if the patient is already bleeding, the amputation of another limb.
But, don’t take my word for it. Here, with the subject heading, “Broun’s Bill to LOWER the Debt Ceiling,” is Broun’s prescription:
In the midst of our economic emergency, which is beginning to resemble a full-on Greece-style meltdown, every politician in America has taken to the soap box to say the exact same thing: We need to reduce our national debt and cut spending to get America back on track.
The next paragraph of this missive, which the physician/politician presumes to send to people from whom he refuses to accept communications (a most telling indication of the arrogance rampant on Capitol Hill), is equally hyperbolic, but isn’t really worth repeating. The image of the Greek islands melting just because fully thirty percent of Greek trade and exchange is evading being tapped by the tax man and, by extension, the control of the banksters, is not credible coming from a supporter of the free market. After all, avoiding government interference is what conservatives claim to want. Never mind that “every politician” is an inaccurate generalization. Since the alternative to debt is theft and money is made to be spent, the scenario from Broun’s soap box looks like the run-up to “the operation was a success, but the patient is dead.”
I do hope Doctor Broun isn’t still “practicing his love.” Sometimes mere words are preferable to surgical intervention.
Perhaps I’m just prejudiced. The first Georgia house we bought had previously been owned by people whose recipe for a leak in the roof was to lower the ceiling and put another layer over the rotting floors. So, just the idea of lowering the ceiling sets off warning bells. What a mess!