‘Wait a minute, aren’t you going to take my money, take my earnings and give it to somebody else who maybe hadn’t worked as hard as I have worked?”
Oliver sees this as evidence that Madam Sarah cannot talk, which is very true, but this is exactly, and I mean to the comma, what I hear when I talk to Republican and less progressive Democratic aquaintances. The fear that someone somewhere is getting away with something. Someone poor, probably, or black or Mexican and therefore de facto lazy and undeserving, depending on the party that I’m at, but mostly someone who just hasn’t worked as hard as the speaker has convinced himself he worked.
It’s not even a sign of selfishness so much as obliviousness. I do this all the time, convince myself I’m the only one busting my ass and everyone around me is a lazy shithead, and mercifully friends and a husband immune to my bullshit are there to say, “Oh, comeon, ho, like you know what everybody else is up to all the time.” We don’t know why our country seems to be full of fail these days, we feel vaguely responsible, we look to our leaders for answers, and they say it’s someone out there who we’ve never met sitting around huffing meth and having welfare babies and using our tax dollars to paper the walls in the solid-gold bathroom or something. And because some of us are lazy and stupid, and some others are just busy and susceptible to bullshit, we say, “Oh, that’s why” and come up with exactly what Sarah Palin came up with, up there.