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Cutting Tax

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Tax cuts work. They raise revenue, at least of some. Those that argue that tax cuts raise the US (or any other) economy are correct, or at least we should pretend they are. Next time you are asked about tax cuts, say you are in favor. In fact begin advocating that tax cuts should be given to every man woman and child in the US (or any other country). This time, begin at the bottom of the tax ladder. Reduce taxes beginning with the lowest tax rate, lowering it to zero. If the economy doesn’t revive or achieve, then move up a ladder, lowering the taxes, again to zero if necessary. Continue this until we have achieved the necessary growth, or the theorists have shut up, or cried out that that isn’t what they meant. Of course it is what they meant, just not whom they meant.

Viva, viva, viva el Scalia!

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The famous 27 words of the USC 2nd amendment don’t include “gun” the word is “Arms” meaning more than “guns”. The founders could have said gun, sword, or any of over 75 other commonly available weapons used in military engagement. They chose the very broad “Arms.” Succeeding generations have altered the meaning to seem to mean a “gun”. No I’m not threading the lawyer’s needle of definition that would exclude “rifle”. I’m just alerting you to the next step in rediscovering our national reliance on all things that go boom. One of the problems of “originalism”, the jurisprudence being used by Scalia, et al is that words change. Grammar changes. To read the founder “Arms” and see “gun” is false. To see a sequence of commas without also knowing the grammar taught in Dr. Lowth’s English grammar of 1770 leads us here, taking phrases out of order to read them into our own new world order. Anyhow, when next you see me I will be wearing body armor, carrying a shoulder launch rocket with webbing hung grenades, to hell with that wimpy Smith And Wesson.