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The Rich Get Richer

Roger Ebert has new post up which is both hard to read but necessary to read. It pertains to the ever-dwindling American way. The rich in our soceity become more rich, while the middle and lower classes keep sinking. And this isn't through a fair, equitable system of hard work paying-off. It's through the plundering of all that makes American great.

Money quote:

Consider taxes. Do you know we could eliminate half the predicted shortfall in the national budget by simply failing to renew the Bush tax cuts? Do you know that if corporations were taxed at a fair rate, much of the rest could be found? General Electric recently reported it paid no current taxes. Why do you think that was? Why do middle and lower class Tea Party members not understand that they bear an unfair burden of taxes that should be more fairly distributed? Why do they support those who campaign against unions and a higher minimum wage? What do they think is in it for them? If it is "socialist" to believe in a more equal distribution of income, what is the word for the system we now live under? A system under which the very rich have doubled their share of the nation's income in 25 years? I believe in a fair day's work for a fair day's pay. Isn't that an American credo? How did it get twisted around into an obscene wage for shameless plunder?

Read the whole thing.

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