Think about how difficult the original Donkey Kong is. Now think about how complex today’s video games are. Now think about the complexity of the US economy–with its hundreds of millions of voluntary transactions every day. Imagine hundreds of millions of yous – Doug or Dave or Ken or Katherine – with all the factors that go into how you go about making it through the week.
And now ask yourself if 535 Congressmen in Washington, DC ( particularly people who don’t seem to get the seriousness of the Constitution) can do a better job decoding the sum total consciousness of the American people written into the “game” that is the US economy. How many steps removed from the most important aspects of your life is Harry Reid and his friends in Washington? Wouldn’t it make sense to put more power into the hands of people directly connected to your life? (i.e., YOU, your family, your friends, your doctor, the people you do business with, and state and local officials.) Conservative public policies do just that.
For something as simple as King Kong, “The Players” conclude:
“…playing the game once–that won’t do it. Playing the game 100 times, depending on the game, that might be enough…but some games, it won’t do it.”
Just as the guy who holes himself in his garage finds himself losing a “life” to Donkey Kong’s flaming projectiles, financial “experts” in any one aspect of American life find themselves running head first into burn barrels filled with monkey dung. So why do we continuously want to give more power to people who make the “game” more complex? Experience has shown us throughout history that the government is a lousy arbiter of your money. And for those of you who aren’t fans of history you’re in luck, because the sting of recent history coupled with long term forecasts should be enough to give you pause. If you were a princess in need of saving would you ever look at this man and think “hero”? Probably not. But everyone wants to be a the Italian Plumber Knight in Shining Armor:
“I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to be the center of attention. I wanted the glory, I wanted the fame, I wanted the pretty girls to come up and say ‘Hi, I hear you’re good at Centipede.'”
And there you have Harry Reid and his merry band of liberal “heros” in a nutshell, who go through life thinking they’re slaying monsters-only instead of their quarters they’re playing with your paychecks and college funds and retirement nest eggs!
So please, the next time you see a friend putting their faith in some pompous politician Billy Mitchell hubris-twin, try and talk about the economy in ways that will highlight the absurdity of it all. Because if they don’t digest your explanation, someone else will try over a cup of coffee.