This Is What You Voted For

This Is What You Voted For(Tom Di Roma) This Is What You Voted For

I’m going to offer you a little scenario, which hasn’t happened yet, but could very well happen after the 2020 election.
Trump is out, and the candidate who won has promised all kinds of free stuff: healthcare for all, free college tuition, free housing, free this, free that, etc. At the same time, there’s been a mass exodus of multi-millionaires and billionaires from the U.S. The ones who are left are being forced by law to shell over a large portion of their wealth to pay for all the free stuff.
But then as the funds for the free stuff start to run low, the government decides it’s time to take out a little pinch from everyone’s paychecks. And when that isn’t enough, it takes out another pinch, and then another, and another, and another; until one day, you look at you paycheck and scream at the voice on the phone, “How the hell do you expect me to live on this?”
The person to whom you’re yelling at, shrugs his or her shoulders (even though you can’t see it) and says, “Sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it. This is what you voted for.”
At which point, you slam down your phone and mumble angrily, “What do you mean? I didn’t vote for this mess!” Then you turn around and cringe as you stare sadly out the window of you house at all the tents that have recently sprung up in your neighborhood. These are now the homes of just a tiny portion of the millions of migrants who streamed across our now wide opened borders.
While you watch, your nose twitches and you rush to close your windows, because now you can smell all the human waste that has been flowing down the gutters of streets and roadways for months. At the same time, you catch out the corner of your eye, the thick brown smog that is drifting your way, and you think back with nostalgia to how it used to be before all the other countries of the world gave their collective finger to the Green New Deal.
Shutting your curtains, you plop down on your couch and turn on your solar/wind powered TV, hoping you’ll be able to find something to watch on at least one of the ten channels the government has deemed appropriate.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, you hope. That’s, of course, if the trains are running, and you can make it to your job—the job that doesn’t really pay much anymore. But then just as you’re getting into that government sponsored program about how much more profitable your taxes will make the country, the electricity goes out in your neighborhood, leaving you to try and read by candlelight that book you bought at the government run store.
Yes, maybe tomorrow the air will be less smelly, and maybe the sky will be blue once again, and maybe you’ll be able to have a vegetable with those government issued protein bars that have replaced all the hamburgers and chicken nuggets you once enjoyed—yes maybe . . . . .