This is hard
by Jesse Loren
…A grueling campaign schedule that doesn’t leave time for leisure.
…Multiple appearances all over the country, reducing time to watch the graceful saunter of your Olympic dressage horse on the paddock.
…An auto immune complication that wears you down so much so that you need more unfettered time than the working class.
Boo Hoo! Campaigning is just so hard.
Ann Romney, I understand that people like you have elevators and turntables in their well-groomed parking lots for turning their cars around. Turning a car around is so hard.
Can’t you appoint part of your confederation to answer questions for you? With a waive of your hand, someone should do it for you. I understand you have it coming to you to move into the White House — after all, you have so many houses now, and your husband is already Bishop in the church, and he’s already been elected governor, you really should be able to put those people on notice and get the moving company to take care of everything else.
I bet you even hire elitist movers.
Do you know what is hard?
It was hard to get an appropriate education in a failing school system then try to compete in college. There was no prep school in Baldwin Park, California. It was hard. It was normal to have friends shot in drive-bys. Losing people is hard, but you get used to it.
It was hard to go community college and raise a baby. Sometimes she played on her blanket under the desk while I took notes. It was humiliating to stand in line and answer personal questions in order to qualify for MediCal. It was hard, but I did it for my daughter. I am sure you’ve never felt the humiliation of having to apply for the safety net. I admit, I was one of those people your husband disdains.
It was hard to work nights and weekends, go to school, and raise a baby. It was really hard to continue to breastfeed and work outside of the home. It really hurt. It was hard. I couldn’t outsource that — I had to do it myself.
You know what’s hard? It is hard to fathom that the rich think they need another tax cut. It’s really disgusting. You don’t need it. What you need is to give more. I don’t mean have your maids clean your closet and hand out your used clothing. I mean give up some of your tax loopholes and pay your fair share.
Campaigning and having the mirror of the news reflect the truth of your hubris back to you, along with your husband’s disdain for regular Americans must be hard. It must almost be like getting food stamps. I can relate to that.
Oh Ann, it’s hard for regular people not to see you for the privileged, aristocratic fake that you are.
Oh it’s hard. There. There.