So say, for example, that you take your car to a mechanic. The car’s not running all that great, and you’d like to get it a tune-up. Your mechanic takes on the job, and promises you that your trusty automobile will soon be running better than ever before.
You pick the car up later that day, and drive off, expecting great things. Funny though, something isn’t quite right. Now it’s got a clank and a shimmy it didn’t have before. So you take it back the next day to have it looked at again.
Noooo problem, insists the mechanic. We just need a little more time with it. Soon it’ll be like new. You’re somewhat skeptical, but the mechanic seems confident, competent, so you entrust your family wagon to him one more time.
Later you pick up your vehicle, accompanied by the smiles and assurances of the maintenance staff that all is well. You drive off with a renewed sense of confidence and optimism.
Funny though, now not ONLY does it have a clank, and a shimmy, but the radio doesn’t work and it stalls at stop lights. You’re a bit miffed, and limp it back to the dealership to demand that the mechanic set things aright.
The mechanic clucks and sighs, and shakes his head, and informs you that you just have to be patient with him. These things are complicated, they take time. It might even appear to get worse before it gets better, but really, he’s the mechanic and you’re just the driver, so you need to trust that he’s doing what’s best for you.
Properly humbled, you entrust your sole mode of transportation to this august, if slightly condescending professional and hope for the best. Later, you pick your car back up, and the mechanic’s beaming smile assures you that all will be right, no really, this time he means it.
But, as you go to pull out of the parking lot, the muffler falls off, the tires blow out, and the engine catches fire. You bail out of the burning wreck of what was once a perfectly serviceable automobile, and storm up to demand an accounting from the so-called “mechanic” who trashed your car.
It’s not my fault, he insists. As a matter a fact, it was the old mechanic you had that caused all the problems. There was too much wrong with it to fix in the time you gave me. You should blame him, not me. As a matter of fact, wouldn’t it be better if you just rode the bus?
Now, at some point in this scenario, wouldn’t you figure out that this so-called mechanic had no real idea what he was doing, had no idea how to actually fix your car, and was really just pretending to repair things in order to soak you for the cash you kept paying him to “fix” these problems, many of which HE HIMSELF CAUSED?!
That said, WHY, oh WHY do we keep looking to Pres. Obama and his administration to somehow “fix” the economy? Every time he’s tried, he’s given us back something worse that what we started with. Why do we overlook behavior in a President that we wouldn’t stand for in a mechanic?
We really, really, REALLY need to find a new pit crew.