Saturday, October 02, 2004
"It's hard work." from Bush during the debate
What the hell did you expect, Mr. President, when you went after the job in the first place and then thought that starting a war would be such great fun.
Bush must have used this line a dozen times during the debate, suggesting he had nothing else to say worth listening to. That poor bastard. My heart just bleeds for him. "It's hard work".
I can tell you about hard work George. Hard work is throwing a few hundred cases of stock on the shelves from midnight to 8 in the morning and getting home dog tired to receive my monthly reminder from the IRS about sending in some more cash for the fools in Washington.
My wife can tell you about hard work. She's got to make damn sure that the few hundred sick and old people that rely on the VNA to be at their door to clean their toilets, shop for them, bath them and help keep them alive all are served regardless of who calls out, is sick or is stuck with a broken down car. That's hard work. She comes home dead on her feet.
Yea, lots of people have had to live their whole lived doing "hard work". There are tens of millions of them. They didn't have an oil daddy to guide them alone. None of them owned a baseball team. They just worked hard-year in and year out-and if they were lucky, real lucky, maybe they got to spend a few of their last years with their feet up in Florida.
Teachers know about hard work Mr. President. Cops, nurses, dirt farmers, the guys who pick up our trash on Tuesdays, truck drivers-even the kid who gets the shopping carts left in our parking lot in the driving rain-they all know about hard work, Mr. President.
But none of them started a useless war. None of them gave billion to rich friends. None of us made our country look like a bunch of fools. None of these hard workers have tried to make a bad war, that's getting worse with every passing day, seem like a bed of roses. We just sweat in the summer. Freeze in the winter. Wonder if the paycheck will keep the lights on for another month and hope to grab a few days off, if we can find a few extra bucks.
You're a spoiled brat, Mr. President. You've never had to really work, hard or otherwise, for your entire life. The trouble is, you don't realize it or don't care.
Yea, it's hard work George. You've got a job for now, for now. Be happy with that and stop the bitchin.
- posted by Peter Roberts @ 3:44 PM
