Card Check, Mr. Specter

An important bill is going to be voted upon in the Senate soon, and you, Mr. Specter may once again have a pivotal role in the course of history. You relish this position because all the kleig lights are on you and your significance in this world. This is your raison d’etera and I don’t fault you for wanting to have lived a life of note in a historic sense. It is something very close to my own heart and wish I could change the world as much as you have, though usually in a different direction. There is a big difference between us in that over a million have placed their faith in you and I can’t number my friends past the tens.

You get a lot of money and support from unions. They provide people to knock on doors. They provide people to make phone calls. They come to your rally’s and wave signs. They lick envelopes. You are too far above the activities of the little people because you live within the Beltway and Scottish Law and cocktail parties at the White House mean more anything that could matter to us. We realize where we stand with your Graciousness. We don’t give you money, do the political work you need to stay in Washington, because you betray our interests to buy the support of the special interests. We almost put you in your place last primary as an endangered White RINO out to pasture.

Mr. Specter, your world consists of aides, lobbyists, sycophants, boot lickers, liars, players, wannabe’s, double dealers, beggars and trash of every description. This is what shapes and controls your political actions. You exemplify this world with perfect consistency.

Much beneath your periscope is the real world. Very much below was the circumstances of someone who mattered a trillion times more to me that you could ever, and the hundreds of thousands like her. They are the people who stand for an eight hour shift at the cash register each day or clean the office buildings at night while those like you sip rare and expensive drinks at the fabulous cocktail parties the power elite attend. Wipe the beluga caviar off your lips and start listening to the people you can’t see because you are too busy golfing, drinking, with the pimps who tap into each and every paycheck they earn. I am speaking of the SEIU and Steelworkers who organized these minimum workers. Yes, the young girl who rings up the groceries your servant buys is making minimum wage and while her back and feet are killing her, the union you bend over to take money from each paycheck to wine, dine and buy your support, force her to cut more and more corners from her very own family. How they can look her in the eye is beyond me.

Your selfish exploitation of these poor working men and women is abhorrent. Next election you will face even more opposition.

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