Perhaps it is time for another parable of the high seas.
As we make our way across the great ocean, the wealthiest remain on deck enjoying the salt sea air, the puffy white clouds floating by and the finest food and drink.
Below deck, the serfs are made to pull the oars. First, eight hours a day. Then ten. Soon, twelve. Their hands rubbed raw, they grow weaker and weaker.
Rations are severely limited. At first, the rule is that after most of the day’s rations have been consumed on deck by the wealthy, a minimal allocation will be given to those who have rowed well.
Captain Obama quickly saw the flaw. Those who grew too weak to row needed more food; not less. If starvation was the punishment, too much burden would be placed on those who continued to row and soon, they too would fail. The top-deckers would have his head for that.
To keep the great ship moving forward, Captain Obama offered a compromise.
“We will ensure that none go hungry; even those who cannot row.”
The top-deckers refused to feed the laggards. “All this will do is encourage more laziness! Surely he doesn’t expect us to row; we’re not suited for it. If they can’t survive on our generosity, let them die. The others will learn a valuable lesson.”
Captain Obama, master negotiator, saw the resolution. “We will give a greater share of rations to the wealthy. The good rowers will share their rations with those who can’t row.”
The top-deckers agreed. The wealthy would get a larger share of the overall rations while the serfs would share their dwindling rations with their weakened comrades. Of course, with overall rations reduced, more and more rowers collapsed. The wealthy grew very fat atop the deck, unaware of their peril.
You see, until the fat fools understand that we’re all in the same boat, the great ship will first slow, then stop, then sink. Captain Obama, blind to the overwhelming evidence, still failed to see that rich-get-richer governance is ultimately unsustainable. In time, the serfs came to see what had to be done.