Hillary just declared war on Uber

Hillary Clinton has decided to take aim at Uber and use it as an example of an industry that needs to be more closely regulated by government. It’s going to backfire, because millenials (and just about everyone else, drivers included) LOVE Uber. Hillary is trying to preserve dying unions, and in the process she is highlighting just how progressive policies screw things up rather than fix them.

Stu: Hillary Clinton, she was back at the podium on Monday giving a speech on the economy and how she’s going to make everything better. Watching her speak is sort of a form of torture not outlawed in America yet, but it should be. I watched it so you didn’t have to. You’re welcome. It was boring, but it was an example of the great mental gymnastics progressives perform in order to attack anything that threatens their leftist utopia dreamland. Watch.

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Hillary Clinton: Today’s marketplace focuses too much on the short term, like second-to-second financial trading and quarterly earnings reports, and too little on long-term investments. Meanwhile, many Americans are making extra money renting out a spare room, designing websites, selling products they design themselves at home or even driving their own car. This on-demand or so-called gig economy is creating exciting opportunities and unleashing innovation, but it’s also raising hard questions about workplace protections and what a good job will look like in the future.

She’s not very good at that job. To translate to human, what she’s saying here is that government has no control over these exciting new industries, and she wants to control them. Progressive unions have worked hard to achieve monopolies on things like the taxi industry, and they’ll be damned if some innovation is going to come around and give them competition. That’s not what they want. She knows what a good job is. You don’t.

People are flocking to companies like Airbnb to make some spare income renting out their rooms. They’re selling stuff on Etsy. They are on eBay as well. They’re of course making money driving their own cars using companies like a Lyft and Uber. People are loving these jobs. It gives people extra income and flexibility, but Hillary knows better than you. She knows better than the entire market. Her will be done, not yours. There’s more.

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Hillary Clinton: To get all incomes rising again, we need to strike a better balance. If you work hard, you ought to be paid fairly, so we do have to raise the minimum wage and implement President Obama’s new rules on overtime, and then we have to go further. I’ll crack down on bosses who exploit employees by misclassifying them as contractors or even steal their wages.

You know she means it when she does that. So, Hillary is going to one, raise the minimum wage; two, force bosses to pay overtime somehow; and the last one, I guess, was crack down on employers who misclassify employees as independent contractors.

First of all, I love the minimum wage angle here. There’s nothing like insulting the audience and telling them that they have no chance to get off minimum wage. You’re so stupid, you’re going to be stuck on it forever. You’ll never get a raise or promotion. You need to vote for Hillary so that she can go in there and debate in Congress and convince them to sign a bill raising your pay. No, that sounds much easier than just showing up and working hard like most people do.

But anyway, when Hillary of course is cracking down on employers who misclassify employees, she’s talking about Uber. Uber has been in a legal battle with the state of California over whether its drivers are employees or independent contractors. It doesn’t matter that almost every Uber driver I’ve ever talked to actually loves working for Uber. Hillary knows better than they do, of course. They’re stupid little people. She’s Hillary Clinton, and her policy looks more French than American.

French government has ordered Paris police to crack down on Uber after protests. Crack down on Uber? Nothing like government taking a solid innovation that makes everyone’s lives better and screwing it up. Now, I never doubted that Hillary wasn’t going to campaign against the free market. I knew that was happening. I just never thought she would say it in such a thinly veiled way.

If the Hillary campaign is going to plant their flag in this giant quest to crush companies like Uber, pass me the popcorn. This is going to be fun. This is the battle I want to see happen. Do you think millennials are going to be on board with this? They get Uber more than any generation. She’s 67. She’s got her own private car services and jets shuttling her around everywhere. She just doesn’t understand how awesome Uber is to the regular person.

An 18-to-35-year-old doesn’t care about unions and job protection and pensions. They care about their freedom to call a stranger at 3:00 a.m. and pick them up from the bar and get them home before they black out—or make some money maybe selling their Star Wars themed quilts. While many of them think they’re progressive, they actually love using the things that the free market provides.

I want to thank Hillary Clinton in advance for making the conservative case to millennials that they’d never buy from us. Uber is the free market in action. Hillary Clinton wants to stifle that with draconian progressive regulations. Go ahead, Hill, mess with Uber. See how that works out for you. Jeb Bush, of course, is trying to capitalize on her mistake. He said he’s going to, and I quote from a press release, “hail an Uber” during his upcoming visit to San Francisco. Someone should probably tell Jeb you’re not out there going, “Hey, Uber,” hailing it really, but hey, A for effort, Jeb.

This is a gross misstep by Hillary really, but it’s only one example of a powerful talking point that conservatives have simply failed to capitalize on. Conservative principles work. The free market works. Progressivism is the thing that screws all that good stuff up. Uber is a fantastic case study of this. Conservative candidates should be looking for more real-life examples like this. They’re just pretty much everywhere. Just ask Detroit how the opposite has gone with progressive policies. How’s that working out for them?

In the meantime, I wish government would just leave Uber alone to do its own thing. It’s a great service. It’s creating jobs, something neither Hillary nor Jeb for that matter can promise to anybody. In fact, if Uber could enter the presidential race, I would bet my children that it would win against Hillary, Bush, anybody as a third-party candidate. That’s how much America loves Uber. Uber 2016, baby! More in a second.

Featured Image: DOVER, NH - JULY 16: Democratic Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton speaks during a town hall event at Dover City Hall July 16, 2015 in Dover, New Hampshire. Clinton spoke about how to build an economy that will boost the middle class. (Photo by Darren McCollester/Getty Images)

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Ryan: Trump Louisiana Finale

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Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

At the end of Trump rallies, I would throw on my Carhartt jacket, sneak out of the press area, then blend in with everyone as they left, filing out through swinging doors.

Often, someone held the door open for me. Just 30 minutes earlier, the same person had most likely had most likely hissed at me for being a journalist. And now they were Sunday smiles and "Oh, yes, thank you, sir" like some redneck concierge.

People flooded out of the arena with the stupidity of a fire drill mishap, desperate to survive.

The air smacked you as soon as you crossed the threshold, back into Louisiana. And the lawn was a wasteland of camping chairs and coolers and shopping bags and to-go containers and soda cans and articles of clothing and even a few tents.

In Monroe, in the dark, the Trump supporters bobbled over mounds of waste like elephants trying to tiptoe. And the trash was as neutral to them as concrete or grass. They plodded over it because it, an object, had somehow gotten in their way.

It did not matter that they were responsible for this wreckage.Out in the sharp-edged moonlight, rally-goers hooted and yapped and boogied and danced, and the bbq food truck was all smoke and paper plates.

They were even more pumped than they had been before the rally, like 6,000 eight year olds who'd been chugging Mountain Dew for hours. Which made Donald Trump the father, the trooper, God of the Underworld, Mr. Elite, Sheriff on high horse, the AR-15 sticker of the family.

Ritualistic mayhem, all at once. And, there in Louisiana, Trump's supporters had gotten a taste of it. They were all so happy. It bordered on rage.

Still, I could not imagine their view of America. Worse, after a day of strange hostilities, I did not care.

My highest priority, my job as a reporter, was to care. To understand them and the world that they inhabit. But I did not give a damn and I never wanted to come back.

Worst of all, I would be back. In less than a week.

Was this how dogs felt on the 4th of July? Hunched in a corner while everyone else gets drunk and launches wailing light into the sky? configurations of blue and red and white.

It was 10:00 p.m. and we'd been traveling since 11:00 a.m., and we still had 5 hours to go and all I wanted was a home, my home, any home, just not here, in the cold sweat of this nowhere. Grey-mangled sky. No evidence of planes or satellites or any proof of modern-day. Just century-old bridges that trains shuffled over one clack at a time.

And casinos, all spangles and neon like the 1960s in Las Vegas. Kitchy and dumb, too tacky for lighthearted gambling. And only in the nicer cities, like Shreveport, which is not nice at all.

And swamp. Black water that rarely shimmered. Inhabited by gadflies and leeches and not one single fish that was pretty.

Full of alligators, and other killing types. The storks gnawing on frogs, the vultures never hungry. The coyotes with nobody to stop them and so much land to themselves. The roaches in the wild, like tiny wildebeests.

Then, the occasional deer carcass on the side of the road, eyes splayed as if distracted, tongue out, relaxed but empty. The diseased willows like skeletons in hairnets. The owls that never quit staring. A million facets of wilderness that would outlive us all.

Because Nature has poise. It thrives and is original.

Because silence is impossible. Even in an anechoic chamber, perfectly soundproofed, you can hear your own heartbeat, steady as a drum. A never-ending war.

I put "Headache" by Grouper on repeat as we glided west. We were deadlocked to asphalt, rubber over tarface.

And I thought about lines from a Rita Dove poem titled "I have been a stranger in a strange land"

He was off cataloging the universe, probably,
pretending he could organize
what was clearly someone else's chaos.

Wasn't that exactly what I was doing? Looking for an impossible answer, examining every single accident, eager for meaning? telling myself, "If it happens and matters the next year, in America, I want to be there, or to know what it means. I owe it to whoever cares to listen."

Humans are collectors and I had gone overboard.

Because maybe this wasn't even my home. These landmarks, what did they mean? Was I obvious here? When I smiled, did I trick them into believing that I felt some vague sense of approval? Or did my expressions betray me?

Out in all that garbage-streaked emptiness — despite the occasional burst of passing halogen — I couldn't tell if everything we encountered was haunted or just old, derelict, broken, useless. One never-ending landfill.

Around those parts, they'd made everything into junk. Homes. Roads. Glass. Nature. Life itself, they made into junk.

I cringed as we passed yet another deer carcass mounded on the side of the road.

As written in Job 35:11,

Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth and makes us wiser than the birds in the sky?

Nobody. Look at nature and you feel something powerful. Look at an animal, in all of its untamable majesty, and you capture a deep love, all swept up in the power of creation. But, here, all I saw were poor creatures who people had slammed into and kept driving. Driving to where? For what reason? What exactly was so important that they left a trail of dead animals behind them?

So I crossed myself dolorously and said an "Our Father" and recited a stanza from Charles Bukowski's "The Laughing Heart"

you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.

Out here, nothing but darkness. Needing some light, by God. Give me something better than a Moon that hides like an underfed coward.

Jade told me about some of the more traumatic things she'd seen while working at the State Fair.

"Bro, they pull roaches out of the iced lemonade jugs and act like nothing happened."

"All right but what about the corn dogs?"

"You do not want to know, little bro."

She looked around in the quiet. "Back in the day, the Louisiana Congress refused to raise the drinking age from 18 to 21," she said. "They didn't want to lose all that drunk gambler money. So the federal government cut off funding to highways."

We glided through moon-pale landscape for an hour before I realized what she had meant. That there weren't any light poles or billboards along the road. Nothing to guide us or distract us. Just us, alone. And it felt like outer space had collapsed, swallowed us like jellybeans.

Like two teenagers playing a prank on the universe.

In the cozy Subaru Crosstrek, in the old wild night, brimming with the uncertainty of life and the nonchalance of failure, we paraded ourselves back to Dallas. Alive in the river silence that follows us everywhere.

New installments come Mondays and Thursdays. Next, the Iowa caucuses. Check out my Twitter. Email me at kryan@blazemedia.com

The Iowa primary is just around the corner, and concerns of election interference from the last presidential election still loom. Back in 2016, The Associated Press found that a majority of U.S. elections systems still use Windows 7 as an operating system, making them highly susceptible to bugs and errors. And last year, a Mississippi voter tried multiple times to vote for the candidate of his choice, but the system continuously switched his vote to the other candidate. It's pretty clear: America's voting systems desperately need an update.

That's where blockchain voting comes in.

Blockchain voting is a record-keeping system that's 100% verifiable and nearly impossible to hack. Blockchain, the newest innovation in cybersecurity, is set to grow into a $20 billion industry by 2025. Its genius is in its decentralized nature, distributing information throughout a network of computers, requiring would-be hackers to infiltrate a much larger system. Infiltrating multiple access points spread across many computers requires a significant amount of computing power, which often costs more than hackers expect to get in return.

Blockchain voting wouldn't allow for many weak spots. For instance, Voatz, arguably the leading mobile voting platform, requires a person to take a picture of their government-issued ID and a picture of themselves before voting (a feature, of course, not present in vote-by-mail, where the only form of identity verification is a handwritten signature, which is easily forgeable). Voters select their choices and hit submit. They then receive an immediate receipt of their choices via email, another security feature not present in vote-by-mail, or even in-person voting. And because the system operates on blockchain technology, it's nearly impossible to tamper with.

Votes are then tabulated, and the election results are published, providing a paper trail, which is a top priority for elections security experts.

The benefits of blockchain voting can't be dismissed. Folks can cast their vote from the comfort of their homes, offices, etc., vastly increasing the number of people who can participate in the electoral process. Two to three-hour lines at polling places, which often deter voters, would become significantly diminished.

Even outside of the voting increase, the upsides are manifold. Thanks to the photo identification requirements, voter fraud—whether real or merely suspected—would be eliminated. The environment would win, too, since we'd no longer be wasting paper on mail-in ballots. Moreover, the financial burden on election offices would be alleviated, because there's decreased staff time spent on the election, saving the taxpayer money.

From Oregon to West Virginia, elections offices have already implemented blockchain voting, and the results have been highly positive. For example, the city of Denver utilized mobile voting for overseas voters in their 2019 municipal elections. The system was secure and free of technical errors, and participants reported that it was very user-friendly. Utah County used the same system for their 2019 primary and general elections. An independent audit revealed that every vote that was cast on the app was counted and counted correctly. These successful test cases are laying the groundwork for even larger expansions of the program in 2020.

With this vital switch, our elections become significantly more secure, accurate, and efficient. But right now, our election infrastructure is a sitting duck for manipulation. Our current lack of election integrity undermines the results of both local and national elections, fans the flames of partisanship, and zaps voter confidence in the democratic system. While there's never a silver bullet or quick fix to those kinds of things, blockchain voting would push us much closer to a solution than anything else.

Chris Harelson is the Executive Director at Prosperity Council and a Young Voices contributor.