Happy to Let You in on the Big Secret
So, Our Dear Leader has been furiously stalling, telling us the reason the IAFF is dead-in-the-water politically, is because he was waiting to find out who the US vice-presidential candidates would be.
Well, now he knows that Bigot Trump has chosen Indiana’s Mike Pence, a virulent anti-union and anti-worker running mate.
According to AFSCME, which by the way, has a president, Lee Saunders, Â who actually speaks out on behalf of his members, Pence supports right-to-work, opposes raising the minimum wage and opposes expanding worker’s rights, as in firefighter collective bargaining.
Here is Saunders, talking about Donald Trump and workers, “Trump is a dangerous and unstable demagogue who thinks American wages are too high and has called for gutting workersâ€™ rights.â€
Schaitberger has known that Trump trashes women and minorities first for who they are, and then as working Americans.
Now he knows that Trump has chosen a partner in crime who hates unions.
Yet Our Dear Leader bites his tongue and sits on his hands.
For him, mum’s the word.
If he is such a tough guy and we are such a bold union, what is going on?
It’s easy, really.
He’s up for re-election and he is protecting his deal because his deal always comes first.
Rather than take a stand for his members at this crucial moment, he will jeopardize the very reputation and future of our union in order to be crowned king once again.
And, he is a king, you know, surrounded by his bobble-headed knights errant a few of whom are also fat Falstaffs, fawning buffoons to the bitter end.
Jekyll and Hyde
Mark my word, if he should be re-elected, that very instant, before your dehydrated Las Vegas eyes, the evil Hyde will return with a vengeance.
Jekyll won’t disappear, he will have been killed off.
With the flush of power and his fat cat deal secure, he will go from meek pussy cat to Richard Nixon on steroids faster than you can say Silver Oak.
He’s been playing for time and when he no longer has to, his first phone call, probably from the dais, will be to Madam Clinton to whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he pulls out all the stops to re-kindle that romance after he got the “me first” jitters and dumped her at the endorsement altar.
It won’t be hard.
She’ll say, “Oh, Harold, you’re too much.”
He’ll say, “When can we grab dinner, I have a check for you.”
He will dump the flustered trumpsters quicker than a john fleeing a raided whorehouse.
He won’t need them anymore, he played them along and he will return to his old ways, sucking up to anyone he perceives as having power to elevate his mega-ego.
By the way, in his calculation Trump/Pence is a political titanic, water already sloshing over the foredeck and he is ready to jump on the Demo-bandwagon.
And there the trumpsters will be, choking on the dust as Our Dear Leader gallops away into the far distance.
Maybe he will turn and wave.
I’m thinking not.
“So long, suckers.”
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