I’ve been trolling through my old posts with the idea of putting out another Kindle book, and I’m impressed by the number of my past posts that either predicted today’s political problems or explain them. As always, I’m not boasting about my exceptional perspicacity. All of us knew what was going on. It’s simply that I happen to have written these things down.
My latest foray in the past yielded a post from a year-and-a-half ago about the way a Democrat-run federal government ensures that no one ever takes responsibility for anything. My starting point was the fact that, after dining at a breakfast spot with two service men, Obama left without paying the bill. I didn’t fault him for that. Rather, I faulted his minions, none of whom stepped up and took responsibility for that commonplace inevitability. It was in that context that I wrote:
The Democrat desire to avoid personal responsibility goes all the way up the ladder to the top man, the guy in the White House. Obama avoids personal responsibility like the plague and is beginning to get mocked for that, even by his own party. But why are his compadres surprised? The entire Democrat ethos is based upon eating the food and having someone else pay the bill — and then expressing surprise when the bill goes unpaid.
To skip to another scenario (this is the scenario equivalent of mixed metaphors), think back to the last CPR class you took. I always forget the number of pumps and breaths (and understand that they’ve now simplified it down to a Bee Gees song). What I do remember, though, is that the one thing you should never do is holler out a generic “Call 911!” This makes everyone responsible for making that call and experience has shown that if everyone is responsible then no one is responsible. Instead, you have to tag someone. “YOU, the guy in the black shirt, call 911.”
The same principle of failing to invest specific people with responsibility — and thereby creating a responsibility vacuum — holds true when the government sucks responsibility away from people and distributes it into its vast machinery. Suddenly, individuals aren’t responsible — and you can’t find the clerk with the cash when you need him.
My sister once worked with a secretary who felt put upon. No matter what one asked her to do, she came back with a single answer: “That’s not my job, man.” Since she was working for a private company, she was fired as soon as the company felt that it had protected itself against a potential wrongful discharge lawsuit. In the federal world, this same gal would not only have lifetime employment, she’d be teaching taxpayer-funded seminars on avoiding direct responsibility for anything.
I wrote those words long before the Obamacare fiasco revealed itself in its full glory to the American people — and long before we learned that part of the problem was that no one was in charge. Obama didn’t talk to Sebelius, Sebelius didn’t talk to her people, and the people tasked with the work were pushed aside when they tried to talk to anyone. For each of them, when it came to taking responsibility, the controlling ethos was “That’s not my job, man!”