People who responded to my last column, which favored forming a new major political party, were all negative about the prospect. Recall that I noted the rise of such a major new political party—the Republican Party—which held its first convention in Philadelphia in 1856 and won its first elected President, Abraham Lincoln, in 1860.
There seem to be no prospect of major changes in the present leadership of both the Republicans and Democrats. And a new major party likely won’t happen—yet. But as matters continue to deteriorate, who knows?
One obvious action, too long left undone: a moratorium on all immigration until unemployment of Americans comes down from the current indecent heights.
Obama’s proposed job-creating nostrums are ludicrous in light of the present importation of over 1 million aliens on various work visas and the continuing lack of enforcement—and now de facto Administrative Amnesty—for those aliens coming here illegally.
All too obviously, the corporations that want unlimited cheap labor and are courted avidly by both Obama and the Republication presidential candidates will not allow a moratorium to occur. And I notice no MSM commentator has linked this jobs problem to the legal and illegal alien invasion.
Thus the Washington Post, the likely record holder for sob stories about immigrants, featured on its August 30, 2011 front page the story of German Morales, who migrated here in the late 1980's from El Salvador.[Virginia house painter fights to keep business as recession becomes a way of life, By Eli Saslow]
The supreme irony of this story must have been missed by the Post editors— turns out that Mr. Morales, who is never identified as here legally or illegally, represents the plight of so many Americans. He is a hard worker, did all the things anyone would do to survive in our “land of opportunity”.
Let me play you a few bars of the Post music! Hey, it is a beautifully written article which describes a common American worker plight, not only an ethnic one!
“German Morales dressed for work in tattered painter’s jeans and a stained white T-shirt, even though he didn’t know when or whether he would paint again.
He tucked a brush into his back left pocket and a rag into his right. He walked outside to the utility truck he had bought with the last money in his family’s emergency fund and called the only employee he had left.
“I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” he said.
He turned the truck radio to a Spanish pop station and checked his cellphone for messages. No new e-mails. No missed calls. “Half of my life is waiting,” he said. He decided to kill time the way he often did, by opening the camera on his phone and looking through dozens of before-and-after photos of jobs he had completed over the past four years.
Morales had started taking the pictures as a marketing tool for potential clients back when his ambitions were big, but now he relied on the images to re-assure himself. Here was a clogged gutter turned clean, an aging bathroom remodeled, a three-story house painted in deep greens and gold. Each set of photos showed the value of his work. He arrived at a mess and then fixed it.
But lately his job has been defined by what he can’t fix, the mess he thinks is well beyond fixing.”
Entrepreneurial, good family man, etc. But drowning in our recession and fighting the pressure of competition, which shows that lower-skilled workers are in abundance here already.
So why do the Obama Administration and too many greedy businesses want more, more, more?
The Post’s sage story continues:
“Morales filed paperwork to open his painting business in December 2007, the month the recession officially began, and his life has since become a reflection of the country’s economic fate. He lost his house in Woodbridge to foreclosure, lost four of his five painters and lost $35,000 of his elder son’s college savings. He stayed busy in 2008 and 2009 by painting and then repainting his own house, convinced that recovery was just around the corner. He reinvested everything he earned back into his business last year, believing the economy finally had stabilized.
Then, last month, when stock prices tanked and sales of new homes fell for the third straight month, Morales sat down with his wife and two sons to discuss their finances. “I’m sorry,” he told them, “but this is the way it is going to be — job to job, week to week. It’s not getting better.”
He is one of millions for whom the recession has become permanent, no longer a crisis to endure so much as a reality to accept.
The average length of time a person is unemployed rose to 40.4 weeks last month, the longest period ever, and an estimated 1.1 million Americans have given up on looking for work entirely.
A record number of people exist on the fringes of the workforce: part-timers looking for more hours and the self-employed eager for more work. Like Morales, they hang their fate on a turbulent economy, sitting in the car, waiting for a call.”
Morales is a poster person for all Americans struggling against a tide of legal and illegal invaders. Wake up, Mr. President! No job plan you present makes any sense in this situation—except a moratorium.
So what to do? Likely your representative in Congress will not acknowledge your entreaties unless you say something like, “No support for a moratorium means no money from me.”
Of course, the big donors are corporations, empowered by the disastrous Citizens United Supreme Court decision. Every big company can easily muster sums well beyond all but a few individuals.
So neither major party is pushing for an immigration moratorium. Yet it is the only option. Ergo, maybe that Third Party idea is not so far-fetched after all.