Someone Reprogram Marco Rubio, His Tax Plan Does Not Compute
There is no con more neocon than Young Marco Rubio. And there is no more laughable specimen on the Laffer Curve, either. Because he has not had an original thought since the onset of puberty, Young Marco has been stuffed full of Reaganaut mythology. I fully expect that, any day now, he'll turn up in Berlin, saying, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall. Mr. Gorbachev tear down this wall," over and over again until a kindly passerby nudges his brain into the next groove.
The Tax Policy Center got ahold of Young Marco's economic plan-titled, I believe, "Fck Math. An F-35 In Every Pot." Apparently, as a result, most of the Center's experts can be found under sedation in the emergency ward of Our Lady Of The Magic Asterisk Hospital.
Absent the sudden discovery of a formula for alchemy, or the timely intervention of Zeus, Rubio's plan would explode the deficit by almost a trillion a year.
Its tax benefits would accrue primarily to the wealthy.
The Rubio people argue that neither alchemy nor a shower of gold from Olympus will be necessary; the plan itself will result in such overwhelming "growth" that burble-burble-genius-of-the-American-people-Reagan-burble. The Rubio people should be selling this from in front of an abandoned gas station, along with boiled peanuts and a picture of Elvis on velvet.
