There are currently 7.2 million unfilled jobs in the United States, according to the latest numbers from the Bureau of Labor Statistics.
Everywhere you go, you see “Help Wanted” ads. Business owners are always complaining that they can’t get good help, or in many cases even bad help.
So why do I keep reading all these stories in regime-controlled media about how the layoffs of a handful of federal hacks is leading to depression… consternation… grief…yes, even thoughts of suicide.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been fired more times than I care to remember, and after I got hit, I never once felt suicidal.
Homicidal, yes, sometimes.
Suicidal, never.
But then I’m not a snowflake like most of the laid-off federal workers.
Here’s a story from The Washington Post, about a 28-year-old guy named Richard Midgette. He was let go from his IT job at Yellowstone National Park.
“On the way home, he blasted indie rock music to drown out the sound of his own sobbing.”
Notice it’s “indie rock,” not classic rock or country. Richard listens to bad, modern rock that nobody likes, which is why all the alt-rock stations went out of business. Nobody cared, except maybe federal layabouts who start sobbing when they get laid off.
Like Jimmy Stewart at the end of “It’s a Wonderful Life,” Midgette fled to the nearest bridge.
“From the car,” the Post breathlessly writes, “he listened to the rushing of the water and, for the first time, contemplated whether to end his life.”
Looks like another job for Clarence, the guardian angel. He snapped out of it and drove to the gas station at the bridge.
“He considered calling his parents (but) his dad had voted for Trump, and for weeks had been cheering the president’s promises to purge the government.”
In the end, he decided not to kill himself – “It’s exactly what they want. I’m not going to give them that satisfaction.”
Earth to Richard Midgette – nobody cares what you do, one way or the other, especially Donald Trump and Elon Musk.
But this may explain the rash of Tesla vandalism. Rather than slash their own wrists, they key the nearest Tesla.
Trump is of course a recurring theme in all these heart-warming stories, as a bogeyman among those separated from their phony-balony jobs, and as a hero among their nearest and dearest.
Next, we meet a biologist from the Forest Service. The Washington Post uses all the usual phrases of the genre of fake news: “panic attacks… therapy… meds.”
Then, the unnamed biologist has his ultimate Richard Midgette moment.
“He declined calls from his mother, he said, because he didn’t want to hear here praise Trump for streamlining government – and say that if her son didn’t like it, he could find another job.”
Find another job? Ma, don’t you realize why your boy went to work for the federal government. He heard there was no work.
Here’s a story from the Princeton Alumni Weekly, headlined “Princetonians Fear the Impacts of Federal Layoffs.”
Let’s start with Cameron McKenzie ’19, described as a “community engagement specialist” at the Forest Service. Another Forest Service hit!
“McKenzie immediately thought of his husband, Eric Flora ’19….”
His husband. From F. Scott Fitzgerald falling for Zelda to Cameron falling for Eric… Princeton has changed more than somewhat over the last century.
Harmeet Dhillon is the Republican operative from California who took over the DOJ’s civil rights division. She immediately started cleaning out the woke warriors who’d been trying to fundamentally transform America into a Third World hellhole.
“There was open crying in the halls,” Dhillon told Tucker Carlson, who did not contemplate suicide after being fired from Fox News two years ago. “Crying yes… They began having unhappy hours, which they would invite supervisors to, political supervisors, to make their point that were unhappy.”
And now they’re unemployed – 70 percent of the civil rights division.
It doesn’t matter how despicable – or unconstitutional – the Democrat hacks’ actions were, they can count on a sob story on one of the party organs such asThe New York Times.
Here’s a Times headline for you:
“Trump Administration Cancels Scores of Grants to Study Online Misinformation.”
By misinformation, they mean cancelling and demonetizing anything on social media to the right of Sen. John Fetterman. These are same government-funded “researchers” who wanted to put the Babylon Bee out of business for “disinformation.”
Remember COVID? Remember Hunter-Biden’s-laptop-is-Russian-disinformation?
Whatever the Democrats today call disinformation, or a conspiracy theory, quickly becomes tomorrow’s truth. Whatever they claim is “debunked,” consider bunked.
A year ago, these people were hunting us. Now, the tables are turned. How sweet it is.
Look at the lawsuit National Panhandler Radio filed against Trump yesterday. For years, decades even, the trust-funded fops told us they didn’t need the peons’ filthy small change, they were so well-funded from their sales of branded umbrellas and tote bags.
Now the pampered pukes claim they must have that money (which they used to say was somewhere between 1 and 10 percent) or they’re out of business. Did you know that NPR provides the “backbone” for emergency-alert systems?
Something tells me no NPR station would ever break into “The Transgender Hour” to report an incoming tornado or blizzard. Or that any radio listener paying attention would ever expect them to cut into anything DEI, certainly not the weekly Judy Garland program.
Occasionally, even in Democrat sheets, the truth breaks through to the surface, if only for a paragraph or two, deep within the tearful narrative of Trump Derangement.
That happened in the Post story:
“Some interviewed by The Post said they had joined the federal workforce for the stability and security of a government job.”
And, over the last five years, a lot of them didn’t even have to show up for work. Those were the good old days! But then, Trump.
“The day he was inaugurated,” the Post recalled, with bitter tears, “Trump signed an order requiring federal workers to return to the office five days a week.”
Federal workers, unite! Just say no, to work.
The good news, there’s 7.2 million jobs waiting for all you laid-off layabouts.
The bad news, for the first time in your careers, you will be expected to actually, you know, work.