especially R's always feel compelled to bring up their supposed humble roots and how their parents: swept floors, delivered mail, worked at the steel mill, bartended in the TOUGH Rust Belt and/or went to church every fucking Sunday. If they're Hispanic, they crossed the border or the Straight of Floriduh because Castro destroyed their rum factory, then they had to start over doing some menial job, but now their restaurant chain has 13 locales and is doing great. If it's a woman, she has 7 kids and as a mother, can totally empathize with the people who hate the town mine owners that gave 25% of the population cancer. Dumbass voters must eat that stuff up. Never mind all the bribes these guys take, sweet lobbying/board/professor/corporate jobs or book deals they have waiting for them the second they lose an election or retire.
I hate people.
I hate people.
