Even a rich, liberal, Ivy League-educated wife of a possible future president is a basket case:
I wake up every morning wondering how on earth I am going to pull off that next minor miracle to get through the day. I know that everybody in this room is going through this. That is the dilemma women face today. Every woman that I know, regardless of race, education, income, background, political affiliation, is struggling to keep her head above water.
What is it that makes lefties emotional cripples? I see on my community listserv, which is inhabited mostly by lefties, that people use the word “grieve” at the drop of a hat. When a neighbor’s dog or cat goes missing they profess to grieve. When a favorite store closes they say they are grieving. Get a grip people! Count your blessings instead of bitching and whining.
When I “grieve” it’s because a relative or a friend died. Not because somebody didn’t have sense enough to keep their dog in the yard, or some “green” business went bust. All this reminds me of a great bumper sticker from a few years ago: “Annoy a liberal: Work hard and be happy.”
