Alexandra Jarrin, a 53 year old 99er from Vermont has started a letter writing campaign directed at Senator Bernie Sanders of her state. Apparently she wants 99ers to send letters to her depicting their deplorable plight, after which she prints them and delivers them to Bernie Sanders’ office.
Wow, what an idea. Why couldn’t I have thought of that? I mean, all we really have to do is print all those letters that we have been sending to their emails and bam, they are going to say, “This is real. We have to help them. They took the time to actually print the letters and deliver them to our office.”
So why did Ms. Jarrin make it onto the mainstream media? Well, I’ll tell you. The problem of the 99ers is reaching the point to where it can no longer be ignored. And the fact is there are hundreds of thousands more getting ready to join us. Those of us who have been 99ers since last spring or summer have already tried conveying our hardship to our so called representatives through letters and emails.
When these new people start looking for their fellow 99ers they will email Ms. Jarrin because they saw her on CNN and they will spend countless hours typing letters depicting their hardships. After which Ms. Jarrin will print them and take them to Senator Sanders, where I’m sure he will read each and every one of them and send a personal check written on his account to each author.
This is such a counter-productive load of horse manure. The very idea that the dirt bag politicians do not know what they are doing to us is ridiculous. When they showed Ms. Jarrin driving to Sanders’ office in her car they flashed to her four inch Obama button which she had proudly displayed.
I am way past sick and tired of stupid people who continue to ignore the false left-right paradigm. People like Ms. Jarrin could ignore a muddy elephant sitting on her lap. Not to mention the effect it has on credibility when you have a 99er that weighs three hundred pounds trying to convince the world that we are starving to death.
If I were not a 99er watching this piece I would have come away concluding that the 99ers are a bunch of fat, ignorant whiners. But then that is why CNN did the piece. One thing that did pop into my mind was the amount of flyers that could have been created using the ink and paper she is wasting. I think I will send her an email however and politely ask her to get off my planet.
As for the rest of us who have already written our whining letters I suggest we buckle down and get to pushing the January 3rd Change Your Party Affiliation to Non-Partisan Campaign. Ms. Jarrin, holding a handful of printed letters, said that the more letters she got the more impact it would have. That is the only part of the fight she got half right. If everyone who wastes their time sending her a letter will make the extra effort to change their party affiliation on January 3rd it can have an impact.
So all who realize the reality of the situation we are in it is time for us to implement new strategies. If you try something and it does not work and all you do is try the same thing again, you will get the same results. Let’s let our enemies know that we have gotten past the tears and are busy plotting revenge.
Bravo Henry!
What revenge/power do the 99’ers have? None. The idiots already re- or elected the Bushites after the nation nearly collapses. We can watch Boehner cry for us on national TV! That’s going to comfort me as I’m evicted in a few weeks, with no job (after much searching/applying), no benefits, and a disabled husband. Pleeeeeze! The 99’ers have been thrown over the bus and they’re going to do it again and again and again….
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Eli,