What do you value? What our tax plan says about us

by PY

 

It’s election season, and taxes are on everyone’s mind.

There are those (Republicans) who tend to claim that the wealthy should pay the same amount or less in taxes than poor or middle class people. And, there are those (largely Democrats) who argue that the rich should pay more.

There are points to be made for each side, to be sure.

The former model, which we can call “conservative,” preaches that tax cuts to the wealthy promote business growth, job growth, and overall economic growth because businesses will be more likely to spend the saved money on increasing employment and expansion. There are also those who say that this type of plan is more “fair,” as it allows those who have earned their wealth to keep more of it.

The latter model, “liberal” (though not in the traditional sense of the word), argues that government programs (such as welfare, education, etc.) require higher investments from the wealthy, as they are designed to give disadvantaged people a leg up. This in turn allows the game of capitalism to be played on a level field, and it also promotes economic growth, since those with lower incomes will as a result have more money to spend in the market.

Economists have argued over the validity of both conservative and liberal tax plans for decades in an attempt to discover which method will yield more growth. There seems to be no definitive answer (though there will surely be those who will try to tell you otherwise); the trouble is that our economic system, capitalism, works in waves, no matter which tax plan is enacted. The competitive nature of capitalism requires that there always be poor people and rich people, in fluctuating numbers depending on whether the market is in a period of growth or decline. So, regardless of tax plan, the market seems to fluctuate in much the same, somewhat unpredictable way, as there are so many other factors at play (peoples’ moods, new technology, war, famine, disease, etc.). Still, economists labor to discover the secrets of the exact causes of these ebbs and flows. Many will tell you it’s very nearly random.

Annual GDP since 1980

Annual GDP since 1980



If that’s the case, then the economic merit of either tax plan is rendered more or less irrelevant. The question to ask when choosing an economic plan, then, is this: what do we value as a society? Because, inarguably, there are certain values attached to each plan, and the plan we choose as a nation says more about our values than it does about our working knowledge of economics. It is therefore much more important to assess the values attached to each economic philosophy.

What values does a conservative tax plan promote, and what values does a liberal one promote? While tax codes and economics may be too meticulously detailed and complex of areas for the average American to understand in depth, the values encoded in each basic structure are not. They are, in fact, rather simple.

The conservative plan’s main value-based argument (as opposed to economics-based) is that the wealthy deserve to keep and accumulate most (if not all) of their wealth, because they have earned it. The liberal plan’s major value-based argument is that the non-wealthy (poor/middle class) deserve an equal opportunity at success and well-being. Both of these sets of beliefs claim to form a significant part of the “American Dream,” in an attempt to appeal to the American voter.

So, again, what do we value as a society?

You’ll notice that a conservative plan’s value system addresses only wealth; it is concerned only with the individual and his or her accumulated capital. This set of values does not take into account concepts such as standard of living, health, happiness, shelter, education, or an individual’s relationship to society as a whole. It does not ask the individual to contribute or be a part of his or her society, community, culture, or government in any significant way. It, in effect, excuses the individual from the social contract and allows him or her to pursue selfish economic gain without regard to other aspects of life.

It does not take into account the fact that often, wealth is inherited. Or often, wealth may be truly gained by the individual, but largely due to the fact that that individual had an unfair advantage of some sort (race, gender, economic status, geographical location, place of birth, etc.). These factors play a large part in a person’s ability to succeed; a man born into an upper-middle class white family in a suburb of the United States inevitably has a better chance to become wealthy than a woman born into a lower class urban family, especially if she was not born in the U.S. and/or if she is a woman of color. These factors are not taken into account in a conservative economic system.

A conservative economic plan does not consider the following a human right: shelter, food, water, security, education, legal equality. Instead, the only human right is the right to accumulate wealth.

A conservative economic plan is not a human plan. Its sole encoded value is greed.

A liberal plan, on the other hand, values human life over the accumulation of wealth. That’s not to say it is socialist, as many have accused, as it is still very much rooted in the capitalistic system. However, it takes into account the existence of wealth disparity and the necessity for basic human needs to be met, in addition to the goal of economic growth.

The wealthy are asked to contribute more to government programs in the form of taxes, even if they may not benefit personally from all of the programs being funded. Accumulation of wealth is not the main goal in this set of values; rather, human welfare and equality are. Taxes are viewed as a part of the social contract – if one wishes to live and become prosperous in the United States, one must contribute to society as much as one can. If an individual can afford to pay more, he or she should. Every individual, wealthy or not, benefits daily from the presence of a government and its programs: it provides national and local security, a fair, regulated market, clean streets, education, a postal service, quality control over the foods we consume, student grants and loans, national and local parks, and yes, National Public Radio and the Public Broadcasting System. Many consider some of these programs to be unnecessary, but those who do fail to realize that human rights must encompass much more than just food, water, and shelter.

A liberal economic plan’s value system believes that the American Dream means that everyone can and should live a happy and healthy life, regardless of economic status. A lack of wealth should not mean a lack of access to healthcare, education, or any other social program mentioned here. This higher standard of living comes with a small price, and those who are the wealthiest can certainly afford to pay it.

So, now that we have assessed the values encoded in each economic plan, which can we say is more in line with what our country and culture aspires to be? The United States professes itself to be a democracy and a nation that fights tirelessly for equality, yet clearly the conservative plan is neither democratic nor equal. Conservativism’s one and only true value is greed, and democracy and greed are antithetical. A true democracy would defend to the death government and social programs, rather than attack them so that the government can afford to give its wealthiest citizens tax cuts. These programs are part of what defines us as a nation because they are the main arbiters of equality in our society.

So the Left and Right may argue endlessly about which plan will be more effective in causing economic growth, but they are likely to have approximately the same result in that regard. These arguments only generate a smoke screen that conceals the true values embedded in each plan. In reality, the value placed on human welfare – as opposed to human wealth – is where the true differences between the two plans lie.

Footnote: The following is a map indicating the GINI coefficient of most of the countries in the world. A lower number (purples and blues) indicates more income equality in that country. A higher number (yellows and reds) indicates a large disparity. Countries following the Nordic Model, in which individuals pay higher taxes in order to subsidize government programs that promote equality, tend to have very low (purple) GINI coefficients and very high standards of living. It is important to note that the United States is in yellow.

GINI coefficient

Tell me


Tell me what will make you happy
so I can abandon you within the innards
of this great white house of ours
that we built to replicate the home
that squats in the background
of that 1950s movie poster
that worships and licks the boot
of that bad boy actor James Dean.

Tell me how high the wheat grows outside
our big front door and our big front porch.
Tell me how many knots sit in the lion mane
that surrounds our great white house
for I am leaving you to make my bed outdoors
in the tangles of the waves outside.

Why did you spring that knife into me?
Did it make you want to sing?
Did you hear the rings of all the planets
vibrating their Greek god names?
Did you want to get lost in the green wood
beyond the border of the field?
Did the vanishing warmth of my body
make you feel sleepy?

Well then put it in me again if you must
then help my body thaw,
hang me by my ankles
and let me drip into a puddle
that you can drink and envision
the house we could have built.

by ML
I am sinking

by PY

Today and every day I am a kitchen sink,
and I fill up.

Dry hands have no use for getting wet with
grease, old food, and Dawn.
Yesterday’s uneaten bits of rice and corn
mingle saucily with broken eggshells
and whatever chicken guts were scraped off,
raw,
from a thawed breast.

Dry hands will not touch these today.

No; they will surely opt for
the peace of a freshly baked pie,
the clean of a new dish,
and the calm of forks from drawers.

Eventually, though, a tornado will come and
clear me out,
sucking my mush down
the garbage disposal drain.

The storm will raze my fields of
unidentified food remnants and dirty dishes,
and I will be as Clean as Kansas again.

Eventually, I will empty,
but not today.

Adam,

You are not the first man I have eaten.
I’m telling you this so you’re not surprised
to meet a John, a Jonah, and a Jacob
mud wrestling deep inside of me.
They’ll seem familiar to you
dressed and garnished
well prepared and half chewed up
just like you were before I gorged on
your sloppy innards like a lady and a tramp.

Do you remember when I stole you
from your bed, piece by piece?
How I swapped out your body part by part
with some heavy stones I stole
from the frothy river bank where we first met?
Do you remember me cradling your head in my arms,
hushing your sweet song of nothings,
afraid of waking your raging sleeping father,
as I carried you out of his house
and into to my windowless van?

No? Well, I’m not surprised.
They never remember the work I put into them
when I put them deep inside of me.
They never remember the hook and the line
the sinker, and kitchen sink they washed in.
They never remember the half eaten apples
the gravity that fell on us in delight,
or the sound of the honey moon dripping
its sweetness into the brew of the night.

by ML

An exercise in self-hindrance

by PY

Long leg hairs mark my
prolonged solitude. And, like them,
I am told sometimes that I am a
dark, coarse, and useless
thing.

My favorite things

Are never finished

Thousands of little nubby pink erasers
Are scattered around my home town
Every one is lying like a boat in a desert,
Every one is constantly searching
For something to rub up against
Every one is looking to be rubbed into little shreds
That can be swept off and away with one hand.

Millions of little yellow tubes of half gone lip balm
Are flying around in a balmy fever,
Yellow and thick buzzing with a rage,
Looking for a pair of lips to smack upon
Looking for a tongue delightfully count
How many licks it takes to peel off its two layers.

Several pork buns from the yum cha
Are lying in a pink box, corpse cold,
Patiently waiting for someone’s mouth.
I’ve had one in my mouth, but I didn’t swallow the insides,
I only ate the fleshy outer skin, the baked outer shell
Reveling in the sweetness it revealed.

One empty full bed in the corner of my house
That hasn’t held me through the cool hue of night
Because I’ve been too busy writing about erasers and lip layers,
And pouring out the hum of a yum-cha that steeped in my head
Onto the floor below me like accidents.

by ML

Christmas Gifts

by PY

I give Monday to my Atheist Mother,
who looks nothing like me and speaks very loud.
In return, she gives me her neuroses.

I give Tuesday to my Sometimes Father,
for no better reason than to spite him.
He repays me with a joke that is lost in translation.

I give Wednesday to my Bulldozer Sister,
who lives forever in the middle of the week.
She tries to give Wednesday back to me, insisting that she cannot accept such a gift.

I give Thursday to my Sitting-down Brother,
of course.
He returns the favor with short sentences.

I give Friday to my All-Weather Friends,
in hopes that they use it to seek out my company.
They give to me whatever they can afford to spare.

One day, I’ll give Saturday to my Treasure-Chest Love,
should I be lucky enough to come upon him, buried in the ground under a giant “X”.
I am told he will bestow great gifts unto me as well.

I would give Sunday to some Almighty God,
were not my belief in his existence squashed out at a young age.
But I would receive nothing in return from him, anyway,

so I give Sunday to Myself.

1/4

by ML

A fourth of my body belongs to the yellow river,
And to the ghost city that appears above the waters.
It belongs beneath the wheels of a moving car
And then again beneath the wheels of a moving car.

A fourth of my body belongs to the winding Rhine
Floating among the French dead with their stomachs
Bloated, ballooning, with the song of death
Only heard by the body closing up shop.

A fourth of my body belongs in black face
In Indiana. Singing on the stage of some spring sing
Singing some slave spiritual made up one drunken night.
A third of that fourth of my body belongs to the slave.

A fourth of my body belongs to the rail road
To the dynamite, to the golden spike
To the pidgin crumbs I’ve picked up on my way home
And to the moon cake filled with red bean.

The Dirty Underwearby PY 

The Dirty Underwear
by PY 

Sleepwalker

by ML

My French is bad boy slang
Mixed with the odds and ends
Of my mother’s liquor cupboard.
My French is a sex fiend warrior juice
Slurred into a tumbler
For someone to drink 
With its great big rim covered in sea salt.
The kind the Santa Maria pushes out from her eyelids
When she takes a heaping stack of air
Into her stacked chest
As she takes a stabbing here and there.

I speak French because I like to watch
The screen fade to black
While sitting in my chair
Rubbing my Santa Maria pendant with diligence.

I get up from my chair and
Yell at the night “fuck you!”
And the night yells back “fuck you!”

I crawl into the darkness
And slide to my bed, as the door slams shut behind me.
I fall into the mud of my bed
And close my eyes
And become someone else for a minute or two.