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Hey, that's impossible. Billary wins all the big states, Obama wins the unimportant states dominated by darkies, latte sippers, caucus races, elitists, flamers, and musicians. Therefore, either Texas is not a big state, or Billary won. Don't let the facts, or the fax, deter you. Carry on.
Hillary continues to falsely claim that she won Texas. Obama has not received more delegates from Texas.
Obama won Texas.
Sorry, it's a book someone should write. I have written two, I am writing a third. But I am a lawyer, I write all the time, legal briefs, memoranda, notes, pleadings, etc. And I am mildly dyslexic -- sometimes writing is easy, sometimes it is painful. Proof-reading can be agony.
The book you describe needs to be written, but I am unable to do it right now.
Sorry.
My grandmother's father married the original evil stepmother -- at the age of 11 she put her into service as a maid in Ireland (in Limerick) where she had to walk every day out to six-mile-bridge (i.e., six miles) every morning to work, while she kept Nana's step-brothers and step-sisters in school (my great-grandfather was described as weak.) My father was born 6-doors from the McCourts (as in Angela's Ashes.) One day I had as a board member to make the decision to lay-off 15% of our workforce -- the lady who made sure that the kitchens had tea and coffee came to my office to ask me if she still had a job -- she was very like my grandmother -- I cried myself to sleep that night becuase I did not know the answer.
My grandmother, who I buried last year became obsessed with the education that was denied her. As a result my father rose to be a very influential and powerful man, if not very well paid. My mother's family was better off -- they were teachers -- but there was in the 1930s TB in the family. My grandfather was also the first in his family to go to university -- he set up a law office in which he would hammer a typewriter when he hear people on the stairs, so as to make people think he was busy. In the west of Ireland he was one of a small number of lawyers who spoke gaelic fluently.
I'm the lucky one -- my parents were not rich -- but I had some serious opportunities, some of which I nearly fucked up. I got a degree in experimental physics (with a side of math and chemistry) and trained as lawyer (and at parental insistance learned some languages.) I became an international lawyer, but struggling, and married a wonderful and brilliant woman. I am not wealthy as such, but I earn somewhere in the top 1-2% of incomes. My youngest brother is profoundly handicapped, autistic -- and my older brother and I know that long-term we are responsible for him, not financially because thank-god he gets a pension, but still...
Here is the thing, there is very little between where I am and you are -- and a lot of it is dumb luck! A few years ago I was introduced to someone in DC I should be nice to, but he was a prick, as self absorbed blow-hard who wanted everyone to regard him as a self-made businessman -- but he was an heir to the Mellon fortune, his name, Richard Mellon Scaife -- definitely not a client (calling him an "ass-wipe, used") was probably a little over the top, but he pissed me off. The thing is, I know a lot of very fortunate people, and many have made their fortune, and those tend to know how big a role luck and opportunity had to do with it. And I know a lot of members of the "lucky sperm club," and the gobshites among them spend all their time trying to persuade people that they are self made and everyone else could do the same.
Let me be blunt, if I did not have the family I have, the background, the opportunities, I might be an elderly (30-40) construction worker wondering how I would pay the rent. Maybe I do have some natural talent, maybe I am able, I have succeeded in persuading people that this is the case (despite my dyslexia which makes writing in a literary profession hell.) But the bottom line is that I am one lucky S.O.B. And here is the point, I think society needs to be fairer, it needs to reward people who try, people who get their kids to school, clean, fed and ready to study, people who work a 40-hour week. I want a society that is fair -- one that does not reward some schmuck who does no work and thinks society owes him a living -- and treats Paris Hilton the same way -- but one that says that when a parent (who does not have 7-children) works a decent job, does their 40-hours, that they should not live in fear of how to pay the rent, how to pay medical bills, how to find a decent school. Maybe that is what makes me a democrat...
Do I think Obama is better than Hillary -- yes -- do I think both are way better than any Republican, you betcha!
If you'd care to write that book, I can introduce you to some of these men & women in their 40's & 50's, struggling with health problems that can't be workman's comp'ed, as they are usually cumulative rather than the direct result of an injury, struggling through lay-offs and downturns, barely scraping by month to month and drinking more than they should to escape & dull the pain.
I know one guy who lives in his half-finished house - doing the work on his own in between & while working all day on contract construction & repair - with no heat, water, or electricity, sneaking into the Y to take showers. I think he might have gotten the windows & electricity in this winter, so he's a little better off, I suppose. When he's not working, he's drinking: the bar is warm and his friends can join him there. To see him on the street, most "educated people" would probably dismiss him as a drunken loser with no goals or hope for the future.
If this were a book I had both the time & skill to write, I would title it something like "Tainted by Entitlement; Why the Upper Class has No Freaking Idea how the Workers they Hire Live".
Then it should be required reading for anyone wealthy & educated enough to enter the political arena.