Our
Economic Decrepitude:
What Would The Doctor Do?
How to Achieve a
4% to 5% Unemployment Rate Within 12
Months
DR. CHARLES ORMSBY,
SEPT. 04, 2011
Pretend you were a doctor and you just
received a call from an ex-patient who
had dropped you for another doctor 23
years ago. At the time he left your care,
the patient was very healthy and was
getting stronger every day. Because of
his vitality, his family was prospering
and his neighbors were benefitting from
his productivity. During the eight years
he was your patient you had saved him
from a major disease and removed several
substantial health risks that had been
sapping his strength.
But now the voice on the other end of the
line was very weak and you could tell
that the patient was in pain, had little
energy, and seemed to lack hope. He just
whispered, Please help. I really
need you.
You said, Ill be right there.
Ten minutes later you pull up in front of
his house, grab your medical bag and run
to the front door. After ringing the
bell, no one answers. Listening
carefully, you hear your friends
muffled voice calling, I cant
get to the door. Just come in.
You rush upstairs to the bedroom and
cannot believe what you see. Your once
strong, self-confident friend has been
reduced to a weak, dependent individual
with a desire to thrive but with little
confidence that he can. He is wearing a
tattered T-shirt that says The US
Economy with a subtitle Free-Strong-Unafraid,
but his condition belies these words in
every respect.
Looking closely you see numerous strange
devices, constraints, and bottles of
pills attached to or surrounding the
patient. None of them make any sense, so
your first question is, What the
heck are these?
Pointing to the tubes inserted into the
veins of both arms and legs, the patient
mumbles, Well, these were inserted
by the Czar Phlebotomist assigned to me
by the Commander in Chief who directs my
medical team.
What! you say, How are
they supposed to improve your health?
I was told that I was producing
more blood than I absolutely needed and
so the doctor that replaced you said I
had to put in the first tube to help the
poor. I knew it wasnt a good idea,
but I wanted to show compassion.
What about the other three?
The second one was put in to
sustain the administrators that were in
charge of collecting and distributing my
blood; I was told they needed sustenance
also. The third and fourth were inserted
by my current doctor, a real smooth
talker. He said something about
stimulating something, but I was too
confused to really understand what he was
saying. I think he told me to HOPE that
something might CHANGE. Oh, and there is
another tube you cant see. All I
remember is someone saying to shut up and
bend over. All in all, it has been a very
taxing experience!
But that isnt all, he
continued. I used to run every day
to improve my cardio-vascular heath, but
the Commander in Chief directed my EPA
(Expiratory Protection Analyst) to
investigate my exhalations and he
determined that I was emitting too much
carbon dioxide. The next day he sent in
the Breathing Czar to put on this choke
collar and the Blood Flow Czar to
administer countless regulatory drugs
that constricted my blood flow and slowed
my metabolism. Along with the constant
blood drain, these have really sapped my
strength.
It looks like weve found some
things we need to fix right away,
you tell him, but first you ask, Why
are your hands tied behind your back and
those cinder blocks chained to your
ankles?
I told my DOE (Doctor of Endocrine,
in charge of my metabolism) that I needed
to roll up my sleeves and find some
affordable fuel for energy if I was going
to prosper, not to mention keeping warm
in the winter. My DOE said that was
forbidden, and he tied my hands. He
explained that getting fuel might disturb
the wildlife and, in any case, he thinks
I can get all the energy I need if I lay
in the sun or if I send more blood to the
Middle East or South America. Now, if
only I had enough energy to get outside
or some extra blood to trade for fuel.
Yes, but the cinder blocks and
chains?
Oh, I forgot. They are so I wont
leave the plantation. Something about
producing blood according to my ability
and supplying them according to their
need.
OK, one last question before we
restore you to good health. What is this
contraption next to the bed?
That is the Model QE123-NURD
Defibrillator. Pretty fancy title, huh?
It sure is. I assume it is meant to
re-start your heart if all the other
treatments they have given you make it
stop beating.
Well, sort of. After that shut
up and bend over tube was inserted
to get the resources to fund low-cost
housing loans, my heart rate did become
unstable. If they had pulled the tubes
out I would have been fine, but they used
the old model, the QE1, to hit me with a
trillion volts and that really knocked me
back on my ass. I havent gotten up
since. I did think about getting up once,
but then they used the up-graded QE12
model to whack me with another trillion
volts. Wow, that was a doozy!
Have they used the QE123 on you
yet?
No, but they are talking about it
-- and that is why I called you. You see
this one has those four letters, NURD,
appended to the model number. They told
me it was just a mis-spelling of NERD,
the guy who designed it, but I know they
are lying.
What do think QE123-NURD stands
for?
I know what it means. It stands for
Quantitative Easing 1, 2, 3, Now UR Dead.
OK, here is the good news. If you
ELECT me as your new doctor, I can get
you on your feet quickly. With your
life-blood no longer being drained, your
breathing restored, the countless drugs
no longer regulating and restricting your
blood flow, your hands untied, the cinder
blocks removed from your ankles, and the
threat of being zapped removed, I think
you can return to good health within
months and be down right chipper in a
year.
Does that mean that in a year I can
look forward to more than 95% of my
working parts being back and productive
again?
Thats right. You should have
no more than 5% of your parts idle at a
time, and most of them merely
transitioning from one productive
capacity to another.
Thats GREAT! When can we
start?
Heres the bad news. Im
sorry, but we cant begin to make
you well unless we use one of these
defibrilators on your current Commander
in Chief and if doing so induces him to
radically change his ways.
That doesnt seem likely. What
if it doesnt work?
Then we have to wait until November
2012 to designate a new Commander in
Chief. Oh, one other thing.
What is that?
There are numerous legal
constraints that prevent us from removing
all these things that are killing you. We
have the Sixteenth Amendment, the 13,458
page tax code, an uncountable number of
legally entwined regulatory agencies all
cemented in place by legislation, three
million federal employees controlling you
and in charge of distributing your blood,
and tens of millions of people who enjoy
sucking your blood.
But I want to live. And if I I am
allowed to be free, we can all prosper
and enjoy an ever increasing standard of
living. Ive done it in the past and
I can do it again. I just need to be
free!
So, doc, what is the prognosis?
Im optimistic. Clearly their
medicine is what is killing
you. The cure is obvious. The only
question is whether or not there are
enough people with courage to bring in a
new Commander in Chief; one who will
effect the cure. The next year will
determine if you, I mean we, recover and
go on to future greatness OR if our
freedoms continue to wither on life
support and eventually perish.
What should I do now?
Keep the doors locked and your head
down. Conserve as much blood as you can.
Ill be back in a year to tell you
if your condition is terminal.
You can email Dr. Ormsby at ccormsby@comcast.net
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