You Don't Create Jobs by Selling Blue Paint

You don't create demand by creating jobs.  You create jobs by creating demand.

I explained this in part in a previous monograph.  You may want to review that now, or you may choose to review it later.

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This is election season.  You cannot expect much in the way of substance.  If Jonathan Swift were alive today, he would still be writing about small people who bicker over whether to crack open a soft cooked egg at the big end or the small end.

For the purposes of this discussion, we live in Chicago.  We live across the street from one another. 

You pull out of your driveway on your bicycle to announce you are pedaling to New York.  You make a right. 

I call out after you.  "If you want to go to New York, you have to turn left."

You reply, "Your way isn't the only way of doing it, you know?"

A few months later, you return.  You concede that I was right.

I tell you that I am planning to bicycle to New York.  You say, "Don't forget to turn left."

I reply, "If I want to go to New York, I have to turn right."

You become indignant.  "How come when I want to go to New York, I have to pull out of my driveway and turn left; but, when you do it, it's okay for you to turn right?"

That may have brought a smile to your face.  Unfortunately, I've had a similar discussion before.

Every Economist you hear discussing the economy works for somebody.  That should be simple enough to explain why we have not yet solved our economic crisis.  If not, let me say quite simply just this:

If I sell blue paint, I will tell you that if you want to create jobs, you have to paint the walls of your business blue.

There are two Dixie Cups in the freezer.  I take one out, look at it, see it is chocolate, and smile.  I like chocolate ice cream.  You walk into the kitchen, see the Dixie Cup and want to know if there is any more.  I tell you there is one left.  You open the freezer, take out the Dixie Cup and look at it.  You don't smile.  The Dixie Cup is strawberry ice cream.  You like chocolate: you are allergic to strawberry.  Because I am not a politician, I offer to switch.  We both know I am not all too fond of strawberry.  If we switch, we both get to eat ice cream.  If we don't, only I get to eat ice cream.

I suggest the voters watch closely at how Congress and the White House hand out the Dixie Cups.  Oh, yeah, and don't listen to the economists.  They do more than give advice on economics.  They also sell paint.


Regards,


Slim

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The Deficit--A Moral Conundrum

The Deficit—A moral conundrum

I have only two skills: An analytical mind and the ability to speak in metaphors. Here we go.

This is an example of a moral conundrum.

You arrive at work. You clock in. You go to your machine, put your Igloo^® Brand cooler down by your machine, open it, and take out the key to your locker.

In the process of opening your cooler, a co-worker sees a delicious, imported chocolate bar sitting on top of your lunch.

You go to get your tools. You leave your cooler unattended.

Now, your company has a strict no-stealing policy. Caught stealing—you’re fired.

When you return from your locker, you see your supervisor, the manager, and a co-worker standing by your cooler. There is a problem.

Apparently, your co-worker stole your candy bar. The manager shows you the candy bar. A large piece is missing. The manager is angry. Your co-worker is upset. You supervisor looks to you for a way out.

Just then, the little Angel appears on one shoulder. He says, “Oh, be forgiving.”

Then, the little devil appears on your other shoulder. “Let him suffer the punishment, “he says.

“Be merciful. It was a good candy bar. Perhaps he couldn’t resist,” the Angel says.

“That’s the point,” the devil says. “It was a really good candy bar. The good chocolate. Don’t let him get away with that!”

“Oh, don’t be mean. It was a really, really good, imported, delicious Belgian chocolate, chocolate bar. The temptation was too great. Be forgiving, be merciful,” The Angel says.

“That’s the whole point, the devil says. It was a phenomenal, delicious, imported, expensive, Belgian chocolate candy bar. Don’t let him weasel out it. Have him fire!

Just then, as you are torn between mercy and justice, between forgiveness and punishment, thinking of that chocolate bar, you take the Angel into one hand and the devil into the other and you look at them—torn. Looking for an answer. Looking for a dignified way out.

You look at the Angel. You look at the devil. You look to the Angel for divine wisdom and guidance. You look to the devil to support your desire for vengeance. Then, it suddenly occurs to you. Both the little Angel and the little devil have their lips smeared with chocolate.

That is a moral conundrum.

Now look at the members of Congress; the members from both parties, and tell me they don’t have their lips smeared with chocolate.

Regards,

Slim

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