And plucking is what they want a lot of.
The Bluefield Daily Telegraph:
"A rare window of opportunity is opening. It is a time for true leaders in our region to emerge.
Negotiations have been well underway for several weeks on a massive $825 billion federal stimulus plan."
The Galax Gazette:
"If the much-ballyhooed economic stimulus package from the federal government can create jobs, it's hard to imagine a place where that money could be better spent than the Twin Counties [Carroll, Grayson]."
They should be ashamed.
Of all places in the USA that have suffered because of jobs migrating overseas, it's here in Southwest Virginia. Particularly Tazewell County and Galax. Jobs that have disappeared, in part, because the costs of doing business here are too great. A problem that is exacerbated by high corporate taxes. The highest on the planet.
So where do these geniuses think all that money that they crave (cravenly) is going to come from? The government expenditure fairy? Probably. But they'd be mistaken. It'll be coming largely from those corporations and small businesses that we here in Southwest Virginia enjoy fewer and fewer of.
Despite that certainty, these people lick their chops at the thought that an opportunity for the government to throw a few alms to our unemployed here has arisen. And that we might get us a road or two (and, who knows, maybe some more money for hair sheep) out of the deal.
Haven't we done enough begging over the years? Have we gotten so used to the government providing for our sustenance that we've forgotten how to provide for ourselves and for our loved ones? Have we no self-esteem? Have we no sense of honor? Of dishonor?
Can we not muster the courage to tell the United States government to stick it up its ass and get out of our lives? That it's done enough damage?
The Daily Telegraph: "Simply waiting to see if we will receive money is not an option. We must make a loud, clear and compelling argument for southern West Virginia and Southwest Virginia."
We should hang a sign on southbound I-77 at mile marker 64, just as outsiders enter Southwest Virginia, making that compelling argument:
"Thank you, massa. May I have anutha?"
For the love of God.