Marco Rubio, the conservative former speaker of the Florida House, is now leading Gov. Charlie Crist in that state’s Republican primary for the U.S. Senate. Yesterday, Rubio spoke to the Conservative Political Action Conference in Washington, where by all accounts he was a great hit.
“I was standing backstage with tears,” Sen. Jim DeMint (R-S.C.) said afterward. “Reminding myself what we have with Marco. What a treasure.”
There weren’t many — or really any — specifics in Rubio’s speech. It was more like a spirited restatement of conservative grudges and resentments. The closest thing to a policy discussion was this:
“Let’s reform the tax code and reduce tax rates across the board.
Let’s eliminate double taxation by abolishing the taxes on capital gains, on dividends, on interest. And while we’re at it, let’s eliminate the one on death, too.
Let’s significantly lower the corporate tax rates so that once again it’s competitive with the rest of the world… And finally, let’s undertake serious measures that show that we are serious about getting control of our federal national debt.”
Let me be blunt: That’s infantile. It’s an infantile appeal to an infantile sentiment. Politicians of every stripe make promises they can’t keep and tell us things we want to hear, but rarely is the disconnect from reality so blatant.
I mean, let’s just do away with taxes altogether — nobody likes ‘em, right? — and then the national debt will surely vanish altogether! It’s like shooting yourself in the face and calling it cosmetic surgery. It’s like saying four minus two equals eight, and then building your economic future on that “fact.” It’s a world of fantasy.
Or as the great Merle Haggard would put it:
“When they find out how to burn water,
And the gasoline car is gone.
When an airplane flies without any fuel,
And the satellite heats our home.
One of these days when the air clears up,
And the sun comes shinin’ through.
We’ll all be drinkin’ free bubble-up,
An’ eatin’ that rainbow stew.”
And when that happy day comes, Marco Rubio will be right there, dishing out heapin’ servings of that delicious rainbow stew for everybody, with Jim DeMint looking on, crying in happiness.