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Mitt Romney--Does that not foster an image of a device to catch a baseball?--says that Barack Obama is fostering a culture of dependency.  (Pay no attention to the charge:  it is pure B.S. and political rhetoric.)  

I have been watching a friend who works for one of the richest men in Minnesota.  Being extremely rich is what fosters a culture of dependency.  People with a s**t-load of money are good at fostering dependency.  When they say s**t, people squat.  When they say, "Do it over!", people do it over if they want to be paid.  When they say, "Carry it up the driveway! I don't want trucks up here!", people say, "Yes, sir!", and carry it up the driveway.


If you have $1.7 billion dollars, you don't care whether the sub-contractor is happy, or treated fairly, or paid on time.  You don't care.  You don't have to care.  Someone tells you that there will soon be another contract to replace the flooring, and do you want to be considered for the job?  (You probably won't be:  Fred has a brother-in-law.)


Several states asked President Obama to waive the work rules for receiving welfare aid because, they said, they could get people off welfare quicker if the rules were changed.  Obama agreed, for the states that made the case.  Mitt Romney said that proves Obama is fostering a culture of dependency.  Obviously, quite the opposite, the States had argued.  No matter!  There is an election.


I remember my first mitt.  It was a Stan Musial outfielder's glove.  It might have been the worst baseball glove ever made, but I loved it, even though it had a pocket almost precisely the size of a baseball, which made the smallest mis-calculation a major-league error, and my error-free career had not yet begun, at the time.  (I like to blame that mitt for my less-than-stellar sports career, but there may be other factors.  Talent, for instance.)


I have sometimes wondered whether Mitt still has a Stan Musial mitt.  Some of his best friends own baseball clubs, you know.  Not bats.  Clubs.  Teams.  



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