Let me state the obvious, which we all know, one more time.
Obama intends to gut social security. Republicans failed, it requires Democrats. If Obama did not intend to gut social security he would not have set up the SS comission with the members it has.
Nancy Pelosi is onside with this (or she wouldn’t have forcefully scheduled a vote for the lame duck session.)
The Democrats most of us supported in 08 intend to gut Social Security.
Betrayal: the most bitter sauce.
But why shouldn’t they betray us? No matter what they do, most folks say “well, the Republicans are worse”. All it requires is that Democrats beat ordinary people with canes instead of chains.
They’re not the suckers.
It's what the ruling class does; hire a member of the group they're trying to destroy to betray that group. We are so easily led that anyone who claims to belong to our tribe can walk right up to us and stab us in the gut.
But to make this perfectly clear, let's think of this as a Little Golden Book.
This is a sheep. His name is, oh, Sam. He is posing for this picture with his Congressman, Sen. Dog. Sam is very happy and proud to have his picture taken with Sen. Dog. Sen. Dog is very happy to listen to Sam and help him in his hour of need. They are good friends.
This is Sen. Dog with his owner, Mr. Farmer. Sam the Sheep doesn't think much about Mr. Farmer because Sen. Dog is the one that Sam always sees, protecting the flock of sheep from predators. Mr. Farmer doesn't give orders to Sam. He's too busy running the farm. That's what Sen. Dog is for. Sam and the rest of the sheep are very happy with the arrangement. They spend all their time trying to please Sen. Dog so he protects them and give them what they need.
Higher, men, higher! Sen. Dog rewards clever sheep!
Now it is fall, and the sheep are heavy with wool and meat. Mr. Farmer makes his money from selling wool and meat. Mr. Farmer gives his order to Sen. Dog: Do your job and get me my meat and wool. Oh, no! The poor sheep thought Sen. Dog was their friend, but they were wrong!
Save us, Sen. Dog! We voted for you! You promised to protect us!
Poor, poor sheep. They thought Sen. Dog worked for them, when all the time he worked for the farmer. Oh, well. There are always more sheep.
The ruling class rules, as Arthur Silber says. They aren't our ruling class. They aren't our Democrats or Republicans. They are the farmers and their servants, and we are the sheep. The sheep don't own the farmer, they are shorn and slaughtered by him.