"I know that some people don't have to worry when they go to the supermarket," she said, staring accusingly at the [GAS TAX HOLIDAY IS BLATANT PANDERING] placard bearers, but "there are people who count their pennies as they walk down the aisle," trying to figure out what they can afford. "Don't they deserve a break every once in a while? They haven't done anything wrong ... The oil companies have had it their way for too long," she said. "I'm tired of being a patsy." (Via)Fuck you, Hillary. Fuck you and your $100 million dollar fortune, your privileged upbringing, your off-the-rack populist posturing, and the toxic sense of entitlement displayed by you and your loathsome little crowd.
How dare you fucking condescend to even pretend you know what life is like for folks in my income bracket? I certainly can't loan myself $6 million dollars to continue a campaign whose sole purpose at this point is to gratify a increasingly pathetic manifestation of megalomania. Nor can my spouse garner six figure lecture fees. (I can't help think what those millions of dollars could have done if used in benefit of local food banks rather than to perpetuate a vanity-fueled lost cause.)
We're hard-pressed as it is trying to deal with the fallout from the economic disaster that your shitheel husband (and you, if your boasts are to be believed) set the stage for in the first place. The Bush Cabal let it turn gangrenous, but the original wounds were caused "New Democrat" economic policies that encouraged the bubble economy to run rampant with no forethought towards its inevitable bursting.
You are not one of us, you have no idea what it's like to be one of us, and anyone who thinks that you actually give a shit about our problems is a bigger fool than you are, Ms. Clinton.
I was raised in a working class household. Though my job could technically be labelled "white collar," my tastes and the reach of my income remain well within typical plebeian parameters. I resent the assumptions made by both your campaign and the media's overpaid talking heads about what "working class" means. Don't paint us all with the same brush. At least have the fucking courage to come out and say "I'm pandering to narrow-minded bigots" instead of euphemizing and generalizing the concerns, hopes and desires of a broad and diverse cross-section of people.
Pulp - Common People (from Different Class, 1995) - Absolutely Goddamn spot-on. "She came from
(And lest anyone feels obligated to ask, yes, I am familiar with the Bill Shatner/Joe Jackson cover of the song, okay?)
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