The Bain of My Existence...

I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to use that title. I really don't have much to add to my previous posts about Willard.

But I'll try anyway...

This Bain Capital business, that seems to be dogging Mitt Romney's campaign, really comes down to one overriding issue.

Jealousy.

Admit it folks. We're all green with envy that Mitt and his friends have so much money (and so many houses, it turns out.)

We bitch and moan about the wealthy only because we wish we were as rich as they are.

Find me someone who would forego the chance to be a millionaire in order to remain a member of the struggling (and shrinking...) Middle Class and I'll stop eating caviar. There's not one Man Jack among us.

Introduce me to one guy who doesn't take a raise when it's offered (whether it's earned or not.) You can't do it because that guy just doesn't exist.

If he did then we would never be stuck behind some jerk at the convenience store as he buys endless "Quick Picks" and "Powerballs." (Am I the ONLY person who finds that to be UNBELIEVEABLY annoying...? Get your gas, buy your milk and get the F#@* out! JEEZUZ!!!!)

We wouldn't see the rise of the casinos as they proliferate across the landscape replete with shallow-eyed Zombies dropping quarters in a last ditch effort to make a killing.

We are constantly engaged in Class Warfare. One major political party accuses the other of using that card to advance an agenda or a campaign.

But it is as much a part of the fabric of our lives as the Good Republican Cloth Coats that we wear, whether we are Republicans or not.

How else can you explain some workers with pompous, politically correct titles, who make $30 an hour, plus benefits, for performing menial tasks.

They perform invaluable services, no question, but are they worth $30 an hour when an electrician, who had to study and apprentice for 4 years and has a special skill, makes the same?

I don't think so.

It is because their unions negotiated sweet deals with the city so that their standard of living was equal to the rest of the Middle Class.

Never mind that some of them never finished high school, have never read a book and couldn't spell "irregardless" (Just kidding...! Actually, they probably could spell that even though it's NOT AN ACTUAL WORD!)

They just want as much as they can get for as little effort as possible. I admit that getting up at 4 in the morning to hump heavy barrels around for a few hours ain't much of a walk in the park but it pales in comparison to staying up all night to study the intracies of The National Electrical Code.

Jealousy. Keeping up with the Joneses. That's the way we live. That's what fuels our economy and keeps us in business. That's what the hub-bub about Romney is all about.

He's a millionaire with extra houses and never worries about money.

We all want to be like that.

Well maybe not exactly like that. I, for one, would have committed suicide long ago if my first name were Willard. And my middle name were Mitt?

Willard was the name of a fictional character in a horror movie about rats and Mitt is what you catch a baseball with.

The money, the houses, the privilege and opportunity...yes.

The name...no.

Too bad he wasn't named after his father.

But then again, we've had a couple of those recently and look what that got us.