Back in 2008 North Carolina – the state in which I was born, raised, and lived 32 years of my life – absolutely shocked me by voting for Barack Obama over John “The Maverick” McCain. Obama is hardly any kind of messiah figure, of course. But in symbolic terms, this was huge – North Carolina cast its electoral strength behind a black man. For a second there I had a flicker of hope.
So much for that. Ever since, the Old North State has apparently felt some kind of divine calling to make up for that momentary lapse of reason and has thus dedicated itself to becoming the nation’s leading jackal-infested social Darwinist nightmare. The Koch Brothers are pikers compared to Art Motherfucking Pope and his quisling neo-Fascist bootlick, Gov. Pat McCrory, who seem bent on a return to full-fledged feudalism (and one suspects he’d be okay with bringing back slavery, too).
This latest news probably made Pope so giddy he piddled his Depends.
Later this week, North Carolina is expected to drastically reduce unemployment benefits for its residents, who face the fifth-highest unemployment rate in the country. The state joins seven others that have trimmed back benefits for the jobless since the recession.
Beginning in July, North Carolina would slash the maximum number of weeks a jobless worker can collect unemployment insurance from 26 to as few as 12. The new law would also reduce the maximum weekly benefit from $530 to $350 per person.
You’d think a gazillionaire like Pope would be dealing with the “budget crisis” by investing all that money he’s saved in tax cuts into job creating enterprises that render unemployment benefits less important all around. Because, you know, that’s what “job creators” do when you eliminate the stifling impact of taxes. Right?
I don’t advocate violence and I’m not inciting anybody to anything here except perhaps some aggressive political activism aimed at removing these evil sonsabitches from power. That said, there are bad people in the world, people who make life worse for everyone they touch. In that spirit, when Pope dies there’s a party at my place and I’ll supply the liquid refreshment.
Meantime, a quick word to my friends back in Cackalacky: I got out. You can, too.