This is a political commentary. I won’t be offended if you don’t read it and click on.
Somebody recently asked John McCain how many houses he had. He said, ‘I’m not sure, I’ll have to check with my staff,'” So he asked his staff and then said, ‘at least four.’ Four houses. Not two. Not three, but at LEAST four. And in my mind, I’m thinking how filthy stinking rich do you have to be to get to the point where you don’t know how many houses you have? I can count mine on one finger.
My husband and I work hard to try to make the house payment every month. I worked for four years as a Realtor in the State of Michigan, where in July 2008 we were ranked the 7th highest state in foreclosure filings. I’ve been inside newly foreclosed homes. I’ve talked to dozens of people who have recently lost their home. Two houses on my little street are in foreclosure. Foreclosure has touched my family. It’s an ugly beast that comes to steal your life away from you, and leaves you feeling down and out and so far behind the eight ball you think you’ll never bounce back. And John McCain doesn’t know how many houses he owns?!?! Give me a break!
I want a president who has had to work hard for every penny he or she owns. I want someone who knows what sweat equity is. Who has had to mow his own lawn and clean his own gutters because he didn’t have the money to pay someone else to do it. I want someone who has had to look hard and long at his check book to figure out just how to make the month’s mortgage payment happen. I want someone who isn’t so filthy stinking rich that he or she gets massive tax breaks “just because.” I don’t want someone with “at least four” houses to move into a big white house that my tax dollars helped pay for. By the way, to set the record straight, McCain actually owns 7 houses.
One for each day of the week. I wonder if they have labels on them, like underwear?