I have to say that those cards in Virginia’s House
of Delegates (the state Lege, as Molly Ivins used to call its Texas counterpart)
are giving our Congressmorons a run for their money.
Actually—that’s what they’re literally intending to
do: mint
their own coins. On account of they think the Fed is leading us all into
hell in a handbasket.
(Look, don’t ask me how you get anywhere, much less hell,
in a handbasket. 1. I don’t exactly know what a handbasket is, although I’m
thinking probably looks like a dressed-down Easter basket. 2. It’s something my
father used to say. A lot.)
They’ve not yet got so far as to start melting down the
wedding rings of the wives of plantation owners. Just voted two to one to
commission a study on how they’d go about doing that. The charge is being led
by Republicans; whatever that might mean.
I know nothing, of course—I’ve been out of the
Commonwealth since 2008. But apparently the good men at Richmond (or “the Holy
City”, as my thesis advisor used to refer to it) haven’t read about the whole
misery of the early US under the Articles of Confederation, when each of the 13
states could issue its own currency & none had to accept anyone else’s. Do
they really think Amazon is going to take Virginia nickels?
Or they’ve forgot about that little dust-up from
1861-65 when they pretty much crapped out on the whole concept that individual
states (even confederated states) could go their notional own way. I’m thinking
Appomattox Court House, here, Delegates. Ring a bell?
Honestly—you just have to wonder whether these
buffoons are smoking something besides tobacco down there.
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