How does that Kool Aid taste?

The other day on my beloved Facebook, I posted a link to this graph:

I added as my own caption, “Of course, this is of no concern to you … unless you happen to live a country that is completely tied into the American economy.”

Which, of course, is true.

One comment I received went as follows:

This is like me renting an apartment for 7 years, having a huge party the night that I move out that trashes the place and then a week later complain about how the new tennants are spending so much on repairs and can’t keep their place clean. Dude, I thought you were intelligent?

You see, if you don’t believe what I believe, then it’s me who must be unintelligent, right?

Right?

My response:

Using that specious analogy, the new tenant asks the landlord to clean up the mess, but then calls him out publicly and stiffs his payment. At the same time, the new tenant hires a bunch of unlicensed contractors to renovate the apartment by knocking down some load-bearing walls and adding a granny suite to the perilously hanging fire escape ladder, and then gets your grandkids to pay for it — while yukking it up on The Tonight Show.

Yeah, it’s clunky, but the premise holds.

His response:

I hope you are kidding.

My retort:

I wish I was.

Remember the talking points, people: If there is a problem with anything during the next four years, it’s Bush’s fault.

Lousy economy? Bush.

Terrorists hate us? Bush.

You get a sunburn? Bush.

You see, Obama is brilliant, as evidenced by his glowing, ephemeral speeches. And his two autobiographies written before he became president. And, well, because he isn’t Bush.

So when a leader of a country decides to solve the deficit crisis by doubling said deficit, when he tries to instill faith in the economic system by denouncing those who work in said system, when he attempts to bring “fairness” to the tax code by appointing an admitted tax cheat as Treasury secretary, it’s because he operates on a higher plane than poor li’l ol’ you or me.

And if anyone dares to question this man’s tact, it is the questioner who must have it all wrong.

Who lacks intelligence.

Blow it out your ass, man. If you want to hang on to the dream, fine by me. Just don’t drag me down there with you.