Have you heard the latest mind-blowing statistic about the Barack Obama economy? There are now more Americans getting “food assistance” checks (101 million of them) than people working in the private sector (97 million). Who’s going to pay those bills, Mr. Obama?
Well, the answer has always been clear — entrepreneurs and small-business owners like me. People with those now rare American values — like work ethic, ambition, self-reliance, rugged individualism and personal responsibility. People with enthusiasm for work and for building a legacy for their families. You know: Those people you hate and resent, Mr. Obama.
I’ve got a sad story about the end of all that — and perhaps the end of America.
I’m your typical entrepreneur and capitalist evangelist, the kind of American that Obama will never understand. I enjoy working long hours, and I’m willing to risk my life savings on a business idea. I believe I’m the one responsible to feed, clothe and house my family — not the government. I get up early and work late, 14 to 16 hours a day. I work weekends and holidays. All vacations are “working vacations.” 24/7. That’s the life of an entrepreneur.
I chose this life. It’s my choice to risk my own money and work long hours. It’s my choice to provide my family with the best. I’m not looking for a blue ribbon or a pat on the back.
But I also don’t expect my President to resent me for my success, or to kick me in the gut, or to spit in my face. Mr. President, you shouldn’t be demonizing, denigrating and insulting me. You shouldn’t be claiming that people like me “don’t pay your fair share” when, in reality, your voters pay nothing (and expect checks from the government, too).
You shouldn’t be saying, “You didn’t build that.” Actually, yes, we did. Our work ethic, job creation and taxes pay for everything government builds. Our taxes pay for the checks you give to your voters.
Mr. President, you have no right to put us down, while complimenting and rewarding those who aren’t willing sacrifice for success and don’t feel personal responsibility. You have no right to redistribute our money to those who don’t have our work ethic. That’s wrong. That kills our spirit. That damages the U.S. economy.
There is no need to debate how wrong you are. The Obama economy proves what happens when you punish and demonize the job creators — an unprecedented economic disaster. Last week, the mainstream media celebrated a month of “195,000 jobs created.” Really? The truth is sobering. The U.S. economy last month gained 360,000 crummy part-time jobs and lost 240,000 full-time jobs. There are now 28 million Americans underemployed in part-time jobs. The second leading employer in America is now a temp agency. Only 47 percent of American adults are working (and that includes part-time jobs).
Welcome to Obamageddon. There are no good jobs — only crummy, crappy, part-time jobs. To get ready for your next job, repeat after me: “Sir, would you like a shake with your cheeseburger and fries?”
But, Mr. President, I will give you credit for one achievement. I thought it could never happen. You have single-handedly cured me of my work ethic and addiction to success. I am healed. Mr. Obama, you have set me free.
This past weekend I experienced how the other half lives. For the first time in my adult life, I took the entire holiday weekend off. As a work-at-home father and business owner, I normally spend a few hours each day with my children between phone calls, answering 300 emails, multiple daily meetings and conference calls, and other work requirements. This weekend, my wife and 5-year-old daughter visited friends in Los Angeles, leaving me as the sole caregiver for my sons, ages 9 and 13, for the entire four-day holiday weekend.
So I decided to clear the slate for the first time in my life. To just have some fun. To experience what life is like for the typical non-business owner on a holiday weekend. I ignored emails and stopped taking business calls. I turned down several business meetings. I just shut it all down.
Guess what? I had a ball! My boys and I watched guys’ shoot ’em up movies. We went gun shooting. We shot off fireworks. We swam and played football. We ate steak dinners. It was the ultimate father-son weekend, with no business interruptions.
That’s when I realized… I’m done. It no longer pays to sacrifice under Obama. There is no payoff. I’ve sacrificed 14 to 16 hours a day, 365 days per year, to build businesses, create jobs, to give my family the best life possible. But I’m done. You win. You’ve pulled off the impossible, Mr. Obama. You’ve reformed me! I was the poster boy for workaholic entrepreneur. Not anymore.
Mr. President, why should I sacrifice so your voters can have free Obama phones (now with free texting, too)? Why should I work for an abusive boss like you who resents my sacrifices? Why should I work long hours so your voters can grab more of my money, while classifying ambition, sacrifice, discipline and personal responsibility as “evil” or “greedy?”
Under your system, the more I make, the more you take. There is no incentive, so why put in the extra effort?
The answer is… I no longer will.
Mr. Obama, I’m done giving 110 percent. There is no “extra credit,” so why do the extra work? When a hard-working entrepreneur like me loses his love for work, stops putting in longer hours, takes weekends off, turns down the third or even fourth career because it’s not worth the effort, you better turn out the lights and close the door, because the party’s over.
But you do have one little problem, Obama. Who’s going to pay the bills? Who’s going to pay for those 101 million Americans on “food assistance?” Who’s going to pay your $7 billion bill to expand electricity access in Africa? Who’s going to pay for your $100 million travel bills? Who’s going to pay for your “free healthcare?” Who’s going to pay for the bloated pensions of 22 million government employees? Who’s going to pay the interest on your $100 trillion in debt and unfunded liabilities? If not me, who?
And you can bet your last dollar that if I’ve come to this never-before-imagined decision to slow down and no longer give 110 percent, so have millions of other entrepreneurs.
So, Mr. Obama, I sure hope you have a backup plan to pay the bills. Maybe all those free Obama phone recipients can “spare a dime.” Maybe you can convince all those Obama voters on “food assistance” to stop using their food stamps for booze and strip clubs. Maybe you can convince Bangladesh to hold “AID AMERICA” concerts. Or, Mr. President, you can simply hide under the bed covers while presiding over the total collapse of the U.S. economy. Congratulations! You’ve proven that socialism doesn’t work. Eventually, you run out of other people’s money.
Payback is a bi-ch.
–Wayne Allyn Root