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Re: The Tough Questions
| quote: | Originally posted by denny_shibby
Okay liberals lets say you guys get your way and you set up a huge high percentage income tax on the wealthy classes, okay. What stops all the wealthy from just saying to hell with this shit, we're leaving, or we are simply just not going to work anymore? If there are no wealthy there to pay the taxes than you have nobody to fund your damn bs programs. |
Ooo, I love unrealistic hypotheticals! So the wealthy stop working, huh? Why would they do that?
And our "damn bs programs" just so happen to be YOUR damn bs programs, unless you have some secret means to pay for the highways, our elderly's Medicare, our military, our libraries, and other gov't programs you cute little Conservatives also love to use.
And if you don't mind, could you please send me your Social Security check in the mail every month when you retire? Seems to me that you really don't want it, so I'm sure you're okay if I use it. Fair enough, champ?
| quote: | | You liberals come across a terrorist that you know has layed a nuclear weapon in a major city in your country. This nuclear weapon is on a timer and this terrorist is the only one that knows how to disarm it. How do you get that information from him? |
By tickling his feet and rubbing his weenie?
Interesting scenario, really - what a pity that despite all the torturing we have done, we haven't found shit about bin Laden, nor have we been able to quell the insurgents in Iraq. And I guess we just have to dismiss all those darn studies that clearly demonstrate that torture methodology to extract information most often leads to inaccurate and unverifiable info.
But I know that's not what you darn Bush/Gonzales apologists wanna hear, so just ignore everything I just said, not that this is anything knew for folks like yourself.
But to answer your question, I would likely support whatever means is necessary to get that info. Unfortunately torture has never seemed to work in order to get the right info.
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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