So it all started when a major political party decided that blackmailing its own country was a responsible thing to do. Congress, naturally, leapt into action. It created the ultimate solution: the ad-hoc, bipartisan, almighty Supercommittee. The Supercommittee was to be a gathering of the best and brightest Congress could offer, who would work together and surely, finally, bring this bitter conflict to a close. Just in case they didn't--not that they wouldn't, because relax, man, they've got this--Congress instituted what is now called the Fiscal Cliff as a commitment device full of tax increases and spending cuts that Democrats and Republicans would find equally odious, which would only go into effect if they couldn't reach a deal. Unlikely, my friends. Unlikely.
|Co-Chairs Sen. Kent, D-Metropolis and Sen.Wayne, R-Gotham|
So now it's a showdown and the cliff looms. But honestly, it's nothing to panic about yet. The Fiscal Cliff is less this and more this. At first, like a leaky pipe, it will spray in our faces and annoy us without really hurting anything, and Congress can easily reverse course weeks or even months after it begins. But if left unattended it will burst and flood America's basement and ruin its collection of old cassette tapes in storage. Luckily for Congress, most of its members are wealthy enough to avoid serious personal consequences from a renewed recession, and thanks to redistricting very few are exposed to much risk from the electorate, just as the Founders intended. So while the Fiscal Cliff showdown is indeed a dangerous game, from Congressman or woman's perspective the risks are mostly for other people. Like, you know, us.
|This is a way easier version of Russian Roulette.|