Article: The Clueless and the Shoeless

Excuse me; there is just the one reason, and it's called duty. Your government is duty bound to protect you from all enemies foreign and domestic. That would include enemies that would impoverish you and steal from you with fees and charges and interest rates. Banks that are made whole as they foreclose on the people's homes. A government that talks about how many teacher jobs were saved instead of how many were lost and expects applause for it.

A government that is failing us from the youngest to the oldest, a government that promises nothing but free margaritas and party hats on the promenade deck for the first class passengers! I wonder about the young people running up thousands of dollars of college debt in a land of massive unemployment. Why aren't they as angry as I am? Youthful optimism perhaps?

Do you supposed they will get hired to work in a human resources department to interview prospective employees? "It says here on your resume that you're a peasant and you grew up on a collective farm outside of Beijing. What makes you want to work for Microsoft?" When there are no blue collars there is little need for white collars. "It says here on your resume that you graduated from Princeton - did they happen teach you anything there about driving a forklift or about the demanding nature of convenience store work?"

Abandoned, young and old, blue collar and white collar left to swim against the current in an economy riddled with tax cuts and giveaways to the wealthy and big businesses. Left floating in the dark as running lights of the economy sail off into the night as the sounds of tinking margarita glasses tinkle in the dark night.

The clueless who don't know the difference between Franklin Roosevelt, Barack Obama and Herbert Hoover. Wine cooler Democrats, who just want to win but don't know what they win or why? Lost among the ranks of mainstream Republicanism in pragmatic ignorance. All is forgiven, you never know until you reach the slaughterhouse door. Until it's your job or your house or your car and you're left floating in the icy night seas with only an empty margarita glass in your hand and you wonder what happened. You've been had, was it as good for you as it was for them?

Vote for Democrats who promise me nothing? Whose plan is to do nothing but wait and see? Who let children and the elderly suffer and offer tax cuts for business as a cure? Who want to cut my Social Security that I've paid into for over forty years and who have the nerve to call themselves Democrats!

My soul fills with tempestuous anger and I want to march on Washington but not for four hours. Not to shake my fists but to shake the foundations of those buildings and if need be to pushover the Washington monument with my bare hands and to throw it over the White House fence. You can't treat millions of Americans in need and in dire straights by ignoring their plight or by telling them to hold on. It is the low arrogance of high opinion makers who sit on their yachts and worry only about their poll numbers as they stir their pitchers of margaritas. Enjoy the buzz, fellas, because the hangover is going to be a b*tch.

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