I don't know whether to be angry or laugh. Laughing seems somewhat inappropriate, and being angry just seems futile. So, I am writing this in the hopes that perhaps some people will realize exactly what mental gymnastics we are dealing with here, as we try an extricate ourselves from a pending Dark Ages.
My parents live in Alberta Darling's district. My mother is a teacher. My father has reaped substantial benefits from my mother's union employment going back to the 1970s, including healthcare while he started up a small business. He would never be able to get insurance on the open market now. He currently receives Medicare and has a history of cancer, hypertension, diabetes, and has a degenerative neurological disorder.
My father historically told all of us what to think politically. In an effort to make him happy, I cast my very first vote for Bush I. Then I went to Madison. And woke the hell up.
Somehow, you can live the kind of reality my parents did, and then still vote for Walker and Darling and what they represent, even as they take away your safety net, chunk by chunk.
The frog in boiling water allegory comes to mind.
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