Both of my parents were born to poor families in Cuba. After his mother died when he was nine, my father left school to go work. My mother was one of seven girls raised by a disabled father who struggled to provide for his family.
When they were young, my parents had big dreams for themselves. But because they were not born into wealth or power, their future was destined to be defined by their past. So in 1956 they came here, to the one place on earth where the aspirations of people like them could be more than just dreams.
My father became a bartender. My mother a cashier, a maid and a Kmart stock clerk. They never made it big. But they were successful. Two immigrants with little money or education found stable jobs, owned a home, retired with security and gave all four of their children a life far better than their own.
My parents achieved what came to be known as the American Dream. But now, too many Americans are starting to doubt whether achieving that dream is still possible.
The 2012 Republican National Convention in Tampa had one speech after another after another like this. The speakers, a lot of them non-white, spouted their Horatio Alger stories. Marco Rubio was one of them, as a matter of fact. Others like that included New Mexico Gov. Susana Martinez, and now Congresswoman Mia Love from Utah.
The reason why that convention turned out to be a big flop was that those speeches and those that gave them were appealing to an audience and a class of voters that doesn’t want to work for anything, doesn’t want to pay their dues to be a real success if they ever will be, doesn’t want to climb the ladder slowly and one step at a time. They want it all, they want it now, and they want it given to them without obligation. And that’s where Baracka Claus and the Democrats come in.
That’s what tends to happen when you try to be Democrat lite to compete with Democrat classic for the gibsmedat Democrat voter.
Maybe next time they’ll speak to the people that actually do vote for their crummy party or maybe the people who actually might but don’t quite. Or do I wish for too much?