There are any number of social scientists and government think tanks that purport to know what life is like for the common man; the working, tax-paying blue collar joe who holds no great wealth and lives from paycheck to paycheck. Bull hockey! Put away the slide rules and computer models, and just get out and walk a few miles in our shoes.
I liken today's American working class to that of a representative group of folks who climb on an American Airlines flight any morning of any week.
Up front is First Class. Twenty or so seats reserved for the wealthy, the famous, the privileged. Before the flight even takes off they are offered French or Sonoma Valley wines and a fruit and cheese tray.
The Flight Attendant has a list so she can address her little warren by name. Once in flight warm towels will be tonged out and the brandy and scotch and soda and fine wines begin to flow. These First Class folks will then recline in wide spacious, down-soft seats, to be awakened later with more warm towels and a gourmet meal, served on real China and with real silverware. And ain't flying wonderful! The cost of these seats range from $5,000 to $7,000 dollars, depending on where you're flying….and these fares will not make even the tiniest dent on the privilege's bank account.
One partition back is Business Class. Thirty or forty seats set aside that provide an extra ten inches of leg room, wide seats, a decent meal and free-flowing booze. They'll be given little "comfort kits" with toothbrush, disposable razor and little travel sized shave cream, toothpaste and cologne. Convenient ports for their iPads and lap tops are provided and the movie and music headphones are free. These seats will go for $3,000 to $4,000 dollars and will be written off as a business expense come tax time.
And then we have "the great unwashed" in Coach class. You are crammed in like cattle. Upon landing at your destination you'll bear the bruises of the clown in front of you trying to recline his seat, right into your precious shins and you'll rise to debark from the plane and find your legs have been numbed from five hours being immobilized in a space smaller than you normally occupy when sitting on the toilet at home. In Coach dwell the screaming babies, the unwashed hippie, the Pakistani man who's kneeling in the aisle, saying one of his five daily prayers while trying to face the general direction of Mecca, the fella from Des Moines with a severe case of the flu, enroute to Miami for a week, all the while spreading a good case of the H1 flu to everyone within ten feet of him.
If those clowns in Coach class get hungry they can pay ten bucks for a turkey sandwich and a small bag of chips and if they want a drink that'll cost them $6 bucks (exact change please)..and that'll be $5 bucks if you want to actually hear the movie, and, god help us, some airlines are now charging to use the bathroom.
And you know what? If it weren't for those 200 sad sack in Coach, the airplane would never have gotten off the ground! Those $7,000 dollar First Class seats won't lift it! Those $3,000 dollar
Business Class seats won't either! No, it's those 200 clowns in the back that keep that airplane aloft! It's those ten buck a seat profits in Coach that makes this plane fly! And the best you can say about their treatment is "benign neglect"…..most often they are treated far worse!
Folks, that's America today. You can throw away your social modelers and climb on an airplane..or walk into a grocery store and see who's buying hamburger and who's buying filet mignon! Or enter a football stadium and see who's in the bleacher seats and who's sitting on the 50 yard line!
And it is these same sad sacks that are footing the bill for Uncle Sam! The businessman can write off many of the things that make his life pleasant…or pass those costs on to his customer. The wealthy pay what they want to pay because their tax lawyers will always be smarter than government tax lawyers. But, sadly, it's the "donkey class", the working class who, locked into a tax table, will pay till it hurts.
And without that "donkey class" big government would never get off the ground.
Sad. Damned Sad.