Short of replacing the current congress of a majority of its membership, as well as both political parties, firing the Fed, these questions will not be asked or answered of candidates, well stated and understood by much of the public should they be presented. I doubt if they will be asked anywhere else.
Miracles happen though. Should questions such as these be brought to public consciousness, a waterfalls flood of questions will come forth as a bursting dam and the media will be forced to abandon its idiocies...with the media, maybe, why bother...get rid of them too...I am reminded of a line from a wonderful short poem from jr high school that I have reworded slightly...’getting and spending, they lay waste our powers’ ...time we recognized it and get our powers back. Candidate selection and the performance of our political parties has been pathetic. The middle class is dying. Understand that corporate globalism, transnational interests that have more money than groups of G7 members, have no need ultimately for a US middle class as consumers and have no interest in the middle class recovering AS CONSUMERS. US is apparently looked at as a trading region, a kind of ‘company store’ so familiar in past American history as Tenn. Ernie Ford used to sing about...”another day..and deeper in debt”...Innocently, uknconsciously he was singing about the future of our middle class, so rudely announced by Johnson in the sixties before Ernie was dead.
Great poem. I liked it so much that I memorized it in high school without being required to do so.
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.”