Saturday, April 13, 2013

Thank a Rich Person

Do you like your car? Thank a rich person. 100+ years ago, cars were the playthings of rich people. Early 20th century cars cost as much as a house. Rich people bought cars as status symbols and had chauffeurs to drive them around. What a bunch of stuffed shirts! But as more cars were sold, manufacturers found ways to make them cheaper. Henry Ford wanted to build cars for everyman, and his Model T assembly line did exactly that.
Do you like your phone? Thank a rich person. The telephone was primitive and expensive when first introduced. My paternal grandparents’ family didn’t even have one during part of the 1930s because of the cost. Calling out of town was an extra expense until recently, when unlimited long distance plans became common. The cell phone, introduced 40 years ago, was at first primitive, bulky and expensive to buy and use. Now, just about everybody has one, and smart phones are becoming the norm. This progress was made possible by the people who could first afford phones – the rich.
Do you like your computer? Thank a rich person. Personal computers were very expensive when they were first produced. They were toys for people who could afford them. I knew someone who had an early computer in 1977. He’d spent about $5,000 on it, equivalent to nearly $19,000 in 2012. That much money today would buy a couple dozen decent computers today – computers with vastly more power and storage than the primitive 1977 toy.
Do you like having a job? Thank a rich person. Money-making enterprises are never founded by, say, a person living under the Bijou Street Bridge in Colorado Springs. Somebody with an idea and/or money to invest finds a thing or a service that people want. In producing the product, the entrepreneur earns more money and hires people. If the product becomes popular, the person hires more workers. We’ve seen a lot of this in the tech sector – companies like Microsoft, Apple and Google have become some of the most valuable. The wealth and jobs they have generated and the products they offer have made life much better.
Do you like having a clean environment? Thank a rich person. Especially thank the engine that allowed people to get rich – free-market capitalism. The wealth created by entrepreneurs permits us to care about more than mere survival. Long before there was an EPA, citizens began demanding a cleaner environment. Furthermore, many products had side effects that helped the environment. John D. Rockefeller’s kerosene saved the whales – it removed the need for whale oil to light the night. Central heating reduced indoor air pollution from burning wood in stoves and fireplaces.
The rich are much vilified by the left. Wealthy citizens are criticized for not paying enough taxes, when they pay a disproportionately high percentage of income tax. The top 1% pay about 37% of the income tax. The top 10% pay about 68%. But the bottom 50% pay only about 3%, and many of those pay nothing or get money back through the so-called Earned Income Tax Credits. The people who are most productive in our economy and who provide most of the employment for everybody else are also taxed the most.
If you are a wealthy person, thank you for your contribution to the economy. If you are a person who thinks the rich should “give back” by paying even higher taxes than the exorbitant amounts they already do, you haven’t learned the moral of the golden goose.

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Friday, February 01, 2013

Led Mayd Me Stoopid

I’m an early Baby Boomer. I grew up with lead everywhere, which must explain my stupidity.
When I was born, nearly all gasoline contained lead. I remember how I liked the smell of gasoline fumes and exhaust fumes. My dad told me that these fumes would make me sick. I didn’t intentionally sniff the stuff after I learned that. But a person has to breathe, so I probably got an average amount of lead from automotive emissions.
When I was little, all paint was oil-based and about half of the paint contained lead. I remember being about five and seeing painters use an electric coil to heat paint to the point of smoking before they scraped the paint off. I remember the smell of burning paint.
House gutters were soldered together by hand 60 years ago. I remember watching a workman do this. He used some kind of little stove to heat his iron, then joined the sheet metal and melted the solder into the joints. I thought this was very cool. And of course, I was exposed to some lead in the air.
Tinsel was once metal instead of plastic. Some of that tinsel was made of lead. I can remember lead tinsel from when I was about eight. The tinsel had to be lead – it was heavy and soft, and it melted and smoked when I dropped it across the tracks for my model train. I think the first time that happened, it was accidental, but it was so much fun to watch that I often did it intentionally.
During the same period as the tinsel experiments, my friends and I thought guns were great. We weren’t allowed near any real guns – my parents wouldn’t have one, and the other parents, if they had guns, certainly kept their children away from them. But we got vicarious satisfaction from collecting used bullets. Close to our neighborhood were shooting ranges related to a military school. We often went to these locations to gather the discarded brass casings. We also liked to dig in the target areas for the slugs, which were full of lead.
Copper plumbing used lead-containing solder until 1986. I don’t know what kinds of pipes were used in any of the homes I had as child, but if there were copper pipes, they were joined with lead-based solder.
Ink used to print books contained lead. I’ve always been an avid reader, so if there was lead in these poisonous publications, I absorbed more than the average child. My parents probably should have bought a TV instead of these vile tomes.
I was apparently exposed to a great deal of lead as a child. So I must be stupid.
How stupid am I? I only skipped one grade in elementary school. I didn’t make a perfect score on the SAT – didn’t even get within 100 points. I wasn’t the valedictorian of my college class – in fact, I just barely avoided cum laude. The full-ride fellowship I got to graduate school was used, not brand new. Despite two interviews for Jeopardy!, I’ve never been picked for the show. I’m so thick I’m sick, and so sick I’m thick.
 
I guess we really DO need to be hysterical about the slightest trace of lead. We need to force landlords to disclose what they know about lead paint on their property. Landlords must supply a 19-page brochure to tenants. Toys must not contain one atom of lead. Lead must disappear from ink. Billions must be spent on EPA bureaucrats, and billions in compliance cost of regulations must continue, nay, accelerate! If even one child is saved from my horrible fate, all the expense and loss of freedom are worth it.

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