Convention wrap-up

I was so determined the first night of the Dem convention to blog it like crazy, but after a few speeches it all started to sound the same: the country needs change...blah, blah, blah....McCain is just another 4 years of Bush... blah, blah, blah... we love our country, especially the men and women serving in the military (still don't know how any of them said that without choking on their organic arugula)... blah, blah, blah.

A couple of moments that really tugged at my cold, cold heartstrings:

Joe Biden said that "These are common stories among middle-class people who worked hard and played by the rules on the promise that their tomorrows would be better than their yesterdays." Who made that promise to them? No one's made that promise to me. I was always told life isn't fair, get used to it and play the cards you're dealt the best you can. Bad things happen to good people. Just ask Abel. He did everything God told him to do and his own brother turned against him. Sorry Joe, but there's no way you or anyone else can insulate the American public from future heartache and tough times.

Then last night before Obamessiah descended upon His people, they paraded a few of the "least of these" to sing His praises. One woman actually came up there and started off her spiel with "Wait until you hear what happened to me." Oh honey, do tell. And she did. She told about her husband having heart surgery (scary and tragic, yes -- unusual, not really) and then of course he couldn't work and subsequently lost his job, the true injustice of which was that (altogether now) "HE LOST THEIR FAMILY'S HEALTH INSURANCE." And she just couldn't afford the insurance, which I'm thinking may have been COBRA, on her nurse's salary. Okay, okay, stop right there! She's a nurse! If she needs a job with decent pay and health benefits, she shouldn't have a problem finding one. I worked in a Louisiana hospital as a graphic designer and I can tell you nurses were more sought-after and better compensated than we were. They could pretty much write their ticket. Guess sometimes it's easier to sit back and whine about everything than get off your butt and do something about it. Why take personal responsibility for your situation when the Dems are ready to fix it all for you? And here's the best part, you won't have to pay for it -- your neighbor will. And isn't that what he deserves what with driving around in his fancy car and sending his kids to private school? Bring him down to your level, sister, and let him feel your pain!