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A sobering essay by PJM's Bill Whittle where he asks THE RICH (you know, those evil Americans who have acquired, inherited, obviously ill-gotten, probably whipped from the hardworking backs of poor, mistreated workers, MONEY) to get OUT of the U.S.A, and the sooner the better...

So to The Vilified Rich, I beg you now: do for the rest of the country what my friend did for me… do for us what we are incapable of doing for ourselves. Break us of this addiction to the generosity of others. Just go away for a while, voluntarily, and leave the rest of us to look around and wonder where all the money and the jobs went. It will be painful, and it will be bitter, and our rage will be a terrible thing to see. But then, either we will get better, or we won’t. All will depend on whether or not we still feel the shame, and find the courage, to recover for ourselves the mastery over our own lives that once existed for all Americans, before you few despicable rich people came and started paying for more than half of everything. Which, as is obvious now, was not nearly enough.

If we can break this fever, then you can come back with your jobs and your capital and your vision and your wealth, which was generated by producing something large numbers of people found worth paying for. But go now, while you still love America enough to want to come back some day. Because if you don’t shut this thing down, and soon, the Bergs and Obamas will take and take and take from you until you never want to see this Godforsaken land again.

How many times do you see the eyes of your liberal buddies light up when they consider the taxing of The Rich? The flashes in their eyes when they consider the boundless wealth they themselves could have, if those EVIL RICH MEN would just give them some of it?

Read the post. Bill Whittle lived as did someone else I know once lived; someone who was perennially without a job, who didn't want to work, and was so poor that he was given the sobriquet "Kroger Sack", because everything he owned could be carried around in one. Like Bill, he finally realized that 'work' was a concept that paid off; and success followed on the heels of hard work. "Kroger Sack" finally made it, at least to the point that he might need a couple three more sacks. And a fleet of Atlas vans, if he wanted to move.

Good for him. And good for anyone who succeeds at life, without resorting to browbeating others into giving them things they should be dedicated enough to get for themselves.

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h/t dicentra at PW's Pub