This article published with permission form the auther Shari Goodman
The alarm clock (made in China because our cost of labor and services set by union apparachiks are cost prohibitive) goes off at 6:00. Joe Shmow hops out of bed, dresses in a suit made in Taiwan (cheap labor), and runs downstairs to get his first cup of coffee from a coffeemaker (you guessed it) made in China. He gulps down his drink and runs out the door to his waiting automobile (made in Japan) thanks once again to America's socialist unions.
This morning, Joe decides to take the side streets to work (freeways have become parking lots in Los Angeles thanks to socialist unions, whose open border policy promises to fill their coffers with more dues). The once paved and functioning roads he now travels are full of pot holes, thanks to the (socialist city council whose unfriendly business climate forced businesses to flee the city; thus, decreasing our city revenues.) As he drives down the street attempting to avoid the many pot holes, he can't help but notice the litter strewed at every corner. It is beginning to look a lot like a Third World city, and what was once a clean safe neighborhood has now become a safe haven for illegal criminals from south of the border. Thanks once again to the sanctuary city label bestowed upon us by our socialist city council.
Eventually Joe arrives at his workplace only to be told by his controller that he will have to lay off 10 of his employees. The increase in minimum wage, higher corporate taxes, and forced health care benefits for all has made it impossible for the company to turn a profit. To cut costs, he is now forced to lay off ten good men, thanks to our socialist city government at work. Joe becomes upset and begins to take his anger out at the workers. They in turn become upset and productivity and morale are at an all time low. After putting in a nearly 12 hour day, Joe arrives back home to be greeted by his lovely wife and 2 children in tow. He sits down with a drink in hand and a child on his lap, when he spots the big envelope from the County Tax Collector. Dreading what is inside, he slowly opens it. There inside and spelled out in plain black and white is the property increase tax he had been fearing. Disgusted that nearly half of his income is taken away from him by a government bent on redistributing it to the drug addicted woman who chose to drop out of school and proceed to give birth to 5 kids out of wedlock, he quickly gulps down his drink.
His lovely wife proceeds to tell him that Joey Jr. is not doing well in school. Joey Jr. and other students have complained about one particular teacher, but the principal refuses to fire her. The socialist union would be up in arms. No merit pay or school choice allowed. The private school just around the corner with high test scores and a curriculum that teaches the basics instead of indoctrinated political correctness would be ideal, but Joe Shmow's annual earnings have taken a dive due to increased regulations set forth by a socialist government who believes they know best how to spend Joe's money. Feeling now more dejected than ever, Joe decides to write a letter to his legislative representative, but he is reminded by his wife that since he lives in California where the legislature is primarily led by those on the Left, his attempt at change would be futile. So Joe like many before him has to make a choice. Should he stay in the Socialist Republic of California or should he seek greener pastures where the physical climate may not be as sunny, but the reception a whole lot warmer. He chooses with his feet as so many before him.
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