by Niall Ferguson
Laughing Uncle Joe's secret.
The character of Selina Meyer—the fictional vice president in Armando Iannucci’s comedy series, Veep—reminds
us that Americans usually don’t take the job of deputy commander in
chief too seriously. Whereas presidents elicit respect even from their
political opponents, veeps and would-be veeps have been providing gag
writers with material for generations.
VP Biden laughs as Paul Ryan tells him that “the words don’t always come out of your mouth the right way.”
Current
veep Joe Biden certainly sought to play last Thursday’s
vice-presidential debate for laughs. Embarrassingly for Democrats, the
laughs were mainly his own. Guffawing, chortling—all but slapping his
thighs and wiping away the tears—Biden might equally well have been
arguing about the relative merits of whiskey and poteen in a hostelry
with a name like “The Shamrock.”
This was old-school Irish-American politics. If Biden had passed around
a hat at the end to raise money for famished nuns in County Cork, it
would not have seemed out place.
His
opponent, by contrast, was more like the earnest young parish priest
who has been sent to coax wicked Uncle Joe out of the pub and into the
church. Father Paul did his best, but his appeals fell on deaf ears. I
lost count of the number of times Biden interrupted his Republican
rival. Paul Ryan’s patience was more than priestly; at times, it was
almost saintly.
It
was predictable that Biden would bring up Mitt Romney’s now notorious
reference at a fundraiser to the “47 percent of the people who will vote
for the president no matter what, ... who are dependent upon
government, who believe that they are victims, who believe the
government has a responsibility to care for them, who believe that they
are entitled to health care ,
to food, to housing, to you-name-it ... [and] who pay no income tax.”
Biden added a jab at Paul Ryan, accusing him of having said in a speech
that “30 percent of the American people are takers.”
“These
people are my mom and dad,” fulminated the vice president, “the people I
grew up with, my neighbors ... They are elderly people who in fact are
living off of Social Security. They are veterans and people fighting in
Afghanistan right now ...”
Last
year, in the heyday of Occupy Wall Street, it was all about the 1
percent and the 99 percent. But now Democrats want to make membership of
the 47 percent a badge of honor.
This language of percentiles strikes me as transitional. Americans have
never been comfortable with the language of class—hence the strange
phenomenon that all candidates, including both Biden and Ryan, now claim
to represent the middle class. But the voters have absorbed the idea of
politics as a zero-sum game, in which resources are redistributed
through the systems of taxation and welfare—hence all the percents.
Yet
the reality is that the real distributional issue the country faces is
not between percentiles but between generations. As Paul Ryan put it in a
powerful peroration, which temporarily silenced the ranting to his
right, “A debt crisis is coming. We can’t keep spending and borrowing like this. We can’t keep spending money we don’t have.”
You
don’t need to take this from Paul Ryan. In its latest “World Economic
Outlook,” the International Monetary Fund points out that the U.S.
public debt now exceeds 100 percent of GDP. The last time debt was this
high, the IMF shows, the results were an “unexpected burst of inflation”
and policies of “financial repression.” But that combination doesn’t
look likely today—which means the debt
is going to be around for years to come. More importantly, in the
absence of the kind of reforms of Medicare, Social Security, and the tax
system that Paul Ryan has long advocated, it’s going to keep on
growing.
Already
a staggering $16 trillion, the debt represents nothing less than a vast
claim by the generation currently retired or about to retire on their
children and grandchildren.
Pressed
for a clear answer on what he and President Obama intend to do about
the debt crisis, Biden responded with what the Irish call blarney. “The
president and I,” he declared, “are not going to rest until ... they
[presumably the universal middle class to which everyone belongs] can
turn to their kid and say with a degree of confidence, ‘Honey, it’s
going to be OK.’”
What
we saw last week was not just a contrast between Irish-American
political styles. We saw the opening round in the clash of generations
that will soon dominate American politics. If Laughing Uncle Joe—who
turns 70 this year—has nothing better to offer than “It’s going to be
OK,” then I suspect a surprisingly large number of younger voters will
turn instead to young Father—and future veep—Paul Ryan.
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