Multimillionaire Investor Mitt Romney To Jobless Poor: 'I'm Also Unemployed'
Multimillionaire Investor Mitt Romney To Jobless Poor: 'I'm Also Unemployed'
Human oddity Mitt Romney is one of the richest people in the world, with a fortune worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He is a businessman and investor and was born into a great deal of wealth that he has transformed into even more wealth, because the poor stay poor and the rich get rich. But he's also running for president, which requires occasional encounters with carefully selected, docile members of the American working/starving class. So when Mittens sat down with a few unemployed folk today for a photo op, he didn't offer any of his hundreds of millions of dollars to them. Instead, bizarrely, he said, "I'm also unemployed."
TAMPA, Fla. — Mitt Romney sat at the head of the table at a coffee shop here on Thursday, listening to a group of unemployed Floridians explain the challenges of looking for work. When they finished, he weighed in with a predicament of his own.
“I should tell my story,” Mr. Romney said. “I’m also unemployed.”
He chuckled. The eight people gathered around him, who had just finished talking about strategies of finding employment in a slow-to-recover economy, joined him in laughter.
Really now. They "joined him in laughter"? We've seen this kind of laughter before, and it is most certainly not of the "laughing with" variety. It's the "can you believe the nerve of this motherfucking cracker" variety.
Why does Mittens even bother? Because he's a space alien who desperately wants to be accepted by the Earthlings, even though he hasno idea what that might entail. [ NYT ]
Not a writer by trade, no. I am getting the same scale as everyone here, I guess... a certain number of Sorosmolians per post, to be paid at some future date, redeemable for some kind of future rewards, yes? Farmville vegetables or something? I think that's how it works.
If it&#039;s any consolation, I did that while performing my legitimate gainful employment moving stacks of paper in orderly fashion from one side of my desk to another, so I did <i>technically</i> get compensated for doing it.
That beats my comparable story: our family knew a prominent lawyer (he was a nice enough guy, grew up poor) and his spoiled brat daughter. She came home after her college graduation, and regaled us with a story of how she had been caught speeding within our city limits, had been pulled over and the officer saw her license, KNEW WHO SHE WAS AND STILL GAVE HER THE TICKET. Apparently the routine was supposed to be &quot;so and so&#039;s daughter? never mind&quot;. The response to the story was dead silence, but only on the outside.