Ten Percent

I read that 10% of the delegates to the Democratic convention are teachers.
That means that 10% of the funny hat people we’ve been watching on TV this week have no idea what merit pay is, or what it’s like to be in fear of losing your job over petty office bullshit.


Lord knows how many other civil servants are present in the convention hall in Denver. They, along with the teachers, have a sense of entitlement not only about their paychecks but also about their lavish retirement and medical plans.
Lest my point be unclear, what I’m saying is that a substantial percentage of the people who are shoving Obama down our throats have no idea how a capitalist economy works.
In Democrat-Land, the political population of the United States consists of three groups: the unemployed and underemployed; the rich, i.e., everyone who works for a living; and a few major corporations.
Those who work for a living and the corporations are expected to take care of the first group via higher marginal tax rates and a windfall profits tax. That’s the Democratic party message as far as I can figure it out.
Pardon me, but even if I believed in their mission, I don’t have a lot of confidence in their ability to create the brave new world that, once again, they promise us will be achieved if only we trust them with the reins of power.
This year, in addition to cheap, clean energy, good jobs for all, a secure Social Security system, universal health care and affordable college educations, that world includes the unequivocal adoration of the rest of humankind.
As a very smart person said to me yesterday, the Democrats were elected in 2004 to do one thing: stop the war in Iraq.
It’s all very nice that they increased the number of Pell grants, but the fact remains that Pelosi and Reid failed to close the deal on The Big One.
Perhaps if the Democratic leadership – Kennedy, Kerry, Pelosi, Dean – had been more focused on doing their jobs in Congress rather than undermining Hillary Clinton, they would have accomplished what they are being paid to do, and the Presidential election polls would not be dead even.
Finally, here’s a news flash to the spinmeisters making millions off the Democratic party:
I don’t give a hoot about McCain’s so-called involvement with the Keating Five. I am much more concerned about Obama’s association with Wright, Pfleger, Rezko and Ayres.
I don’t care about how many condos the McCains own or whether Mother Teresa was involved in their decision to adopt a disabled orphan.
Cindy McCain is rich, but unlike the Kennedys who are fighting against renewable energy sources in my region (the Cape Wind project), her wealth doesn’t impact me negatively.
I don’t care how many times Barack Obama was called the “N” word.
Not only have I been called a whole lot worse, both to my face and especially behind my back, but if someone’s calling me the “N” word would get any of my grandchildren admitted to Harvard, I’ll gladly be called “N” for the rest of my natural life.