Big Baby
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Wails Big Baby. Big Baby is very spoiled and used to getting his own way. Big Baby is also very, very big and when he throws a temper tantrum-- watch out!
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Big Baby is sobbing. “I want my money! I want it all paid back– even if it takes people the rest of their lives!” “But Big Baby, sometimes people have real emergencies. Sometimes the co-payment on their medical bills is tens of thousands of dollars. Sometimes people put these bills on their credit cards and then you raise the interest on them.” “Waaaah!” “But Big Baby, the credit card companies are making billions of dollars in profits.” “Waaaaah!” “But, Big Baby, companies get to dissolve and walk away scot free from unpaid bills, so why shouldn’t individuals get the same consideration?” “Waaaah!” “There, there,” murmurs congress.
And so congress passes a new law that makes sure the poor, helpless credit card companies get every penny they are owed.
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Big Baby is pounding the floor with his massive fists. “I want to sell my guns anywhere and any way I want." "But Big Baby, you can sell your guns anywhere you want. You just have to be careful about who you sell them to." "Waaah! Waaah! Waaaah! I’m scared of lawsuits. I’m scared of the American justice system. I’m scared of soft-hearted juries. I don’t want to be sued by states and local governments. I’m afraid of facing people who have lost their loved ones.” “There, there,” says congress.
And so congress passes a law that prevents state and local governments and individuals from bringing lawsuits against the poor, helpless gun manufacturers.
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Big Baby is red in the face with anger. “I love selling food to little children, it's so easy. I don't want anybody telling me I'm bad!" "But Big Baby, the food you sell is very addictive and very unwholesome. You target little children with your play areas and your cartoons and there is an epidemic of childhood obesity in this country." "Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! I don’t care if if it makes them sick, that’s not my fault!” “There, there,” whispers congress.
And so congress passes a law preventing anyone from suing the innocent little fast food companies.
Ssssh. Big Baby is sleeping right now. Lets hope he doesn’t wake up. Because Big Baby is very, very powerful and congress will do anything that Big Baby wants. The only problem is, the more you give a spoiled baby, the more he wants. What’s next? Fewer emission controls? A drop in the minimum wage? Getting rid of OSHA? No lawsuits against the pharmaceutical industry? I don’t know about you, but Big Baby is starting to scare me.
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Big Baby is sobbing. “I want my money! I want it all paid back– even if it takes people the rest of their lives!” “But Big Baby, sometimes people have real emergencies. Sometimes the co-payment on their medical bills is tens of thousands of dollars. Sometimes people put these bills on their credit cards and then you raise the interest on them.” “Waaaah!” “But Big Baby, the credit card companies are making billions of dollars in profits.” “Waaaaah!” “But, Big Baby, companies get to dissolve and walk away scot free from unpaid bills, so why shouldn’t individuals get the same consideration?” “Waaaah!” “There, there,” murmurs congress.
And so congress passes a new law that makes sure the poor, helpless credit card companies get every penny they are owed.
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Big Baby is pounding the floor with his massive fists. “I want to sell my guns anywhere and any way I want." "But Big Baby, you can sell your guns anywhere you want. You just have to be careful about who you sell them to." "Waaah! Waaah! Waaaah! I’m scared of lawsuits. I’m scared of the American justice system. I’m scared of soft-hearted juries. I don’t want to be sued by states and local governments. I’m afraid of facing people who have lost their loved ones.” “There, there,” says congress.
And so congress passes a law that prevents state and local governments and individuals from bringing lawsuits against the poor, helpless gun manufacturers.
Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! Big Baby is red in the face with anger. “I love selling food to little children, it's so easy. I don't want anybody telling me I'm bad!" "But Big Baby, the food you sell is very addictive and very unwholesome. You target little children with your play areas and your cartoons and there is an epidemic of childhood obesity in this country." "Waaah! Waaah! Waaah! I don’t care if if it makes them sick, that’s not my fault!” “There, there,” whispers congress.
And so congress passes a law preventing anyone from suing the innocent little fast food companies.
Ssssh. Big Baby is sleeping right now. Lets hope he doesn’t wake up. Because Big Baby is very, very powerful and congress will do anything that Big Baby wants. The only problem is, the more you give a spoiled baby, the more he wants. What’s next? Fewer emission controls? A drop in the minimum wage? Getting rid of OSHA? No lawsuits against the pharmaceutical industry? I don’t know about you, but Big Baby is starting to scare me.
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