He cares so much, doesn't he? Barack, I mean. He announces he has a plan to get jobs growing and then says, "Vacation!" He'll let us in on the plan next month.
Now I'm okay. But a lot of people aren't. And the idea that you would have to wait for him to get off his candy ass if, for example, you're the only working in the family due to layoffs and you not only have to feed, you also have to clothe due to school starting back up.
My husband and I were a year into our marriage when our first child was born. The first of eight. We were very much working class. Even now, I have to remind myself that we can spend freely. (I have a funny C.I. story, by the way. She told me I could share it.) And that's due to the fact that we're no longer trying to support ten people (our children are now adults). But I do know what it's like to stay up at night wondering how the heck you're going to find that, for example, white or blue coat. One year, my second youngest son's school would only allow the kids to wear white or blue jackets as part of the dress code. (Worried about gang violence, supposedly, but isn't blue the Crip color? I could be wrong.) Anyway, we didn't have the money. And I spent two or three nights where I maybe got one hour of sleep each night as I lay in bed wanting to cry. (What did I do? We ended up using the cloth coat we'd bought him. But I let it soak in bleach until all the color was out of it.)
And I have friends now in this situation. They're, like we were, young families. One of my dearest friends, her husband is laid off -- and there are no jobs but he keeps looking -- and they've got three kids all in elementary school. I took her and her kids shopping for clothes on Sunday because we are fortunate to be in the place where we can help others and because we had plenty of help from our friends over the years. In fact, my youngest son's best friend Tony (whose father is the best friend of my husband -- and he was best man at our wedding), they helped us, we helped them, it was whomever's family wasn't on strike or whomever could afford it.
But so many people don't have friends who are able to help like that because the entire economy is so bad.
And Barack wants to wait until September to provide a plan?
The Verizon strike is over. Joseph Kishore (WSWS) explains what's happening:
The decision by the Communications Workers of America (CWA) and the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers (IBEW) to end the strike by 45,000 Verizon workers demonstrates that workers cannot mount a successful fight against the attacks of the corporations unless they break free of the organizational stranglehold of the official trade unions.
Even by the miserable standards of the AFL-CIO, the calling off of the strike after two weeks without a new contract or a retraction by the company of any of its vicious concessions demands stands out as a demonstration of the unions’ cynicism and treachery.He has a solution at the end of his article and I'm going to note that:
What is required above all is the building of a new political leadership, one that bases itself on a rejection of the capitalist system, in which every economic and political institution is controlled by a ruling class determined to impoverish the vast majority of the population. We urge all workers and young people who see the need for such a fight to read our program and make the decision to join the Socialist Equality Party.And please note that after the AFL-CIO has stabbed Verizon workers in the back, we get news that the AFL-CIO plans to form a super-pac to lobby with. For whom? For leadership? They don't appear concerned about the workers.
Let me tell the C.I. story. She was enraged Friday night. I didn't blame her. The disclosure from Leon Panetta that it was a done-deal on keeping US forces in Iraq beyond 2011 had her so mad. She gave a hilarious presentation at the Iraq Study Group. But she was still so upset. And I finally asked her, "If you were home, what would you do?" She said she'd be throwing dishes. She said she was that mad.
I said, "Well, the good china is in the dining room cabinet. But the dishes in these cabinets" we were in my kitchen "can break."
She said, "Trina, I'm not going to break your dishes."
I asked, "You'd replace them, right?"
She said,"Of course."
I said, 'Please, break them!"
I was serious too. (And we went to the garage and broke a lot of them.) And I got an amazing set of new dishes. Now if I only she'd want to break my vacuum cleaner. (I'm joking.)
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot" for Monday: