Ben Stein: “People ask how I can be a conservative and still want higher taxes. It makes my head spin, and I guess it shows how old I am. But I thought that conservatives were supposed to like balanced budgets. I thought it was the conservative position to not leave heavy indebtedness to our grandchildren. I thought it was the conservative view that there should be some balance between income and outflow. When did this change?”
Everyone Wants a Pony, Ben. Everyone.
– November 29, 2006Posted in: Uncategorized
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Yeah, when did that become a liberal viewpoint? Because it was most definitely, in spite of Ronald Reagan, a conservative view when I was in high school.
Of course, back then, I also remember conservatives were leery of the evangelical right, even when they embraced them.
And if Bush is the new Reagan, why am I hearing spinning sounds coming from a grave in Simi Valley? Or the voice of Nixon screaming, “I was bat shit insane! What’s this moron’s excuse?”
Someday we’ll look back on this time and laugh.
Kinda like disaster survivors laugh when they realize the danger has passed.
(God, I need to quit commenting before I finish my coffee.)