Old-Money Populists and the Working-Class/New-Money Elite
I’ve been meaning to comment on RI Populist’s apparent satisfaction over Sheldon Whitehouse’s receipt of the carpenters union endorsement. As a non-union carpenter whose job site has recently been within sight of Whitehouse’s Newport summer
home castle — nestled between, I’m informed, his brother’s mansion and his mother’s chateau and a short drive from his grandparents’ controversial estate — I’d suggest that Whitehouse’s interests align with those of the average Rhode Island worker’s in about the same degree as an ocean’s with a puddle’s on a hot day.
Somehow, through my dust-tinted work goggles, I can’t help but observe cynical posturing in another of RI Populist’s recent posts:
This letter to the editor is a testament to… the shame of politicians like Don Carcieri and Steve Laffey who made their millions at the top of the mountain of big corporations and who now use their elected office to chip away at the mole-hill of power that workers have won through unions. Without unions, only an exclusive few would have the quality of life that so many Americans now enjoy. It’s as simple as that.
Personally, in my simplicity, I prefer to construct my mole-hill of satisfaction of the moments during which I’m privileged to enjoy scenery to which the ultrawealthy are privy, but of which, one suspects, they are rarely appreciative. It’s all a matter of perspective, of course, but I find the daylight a bit more crisp out from under the shadows of Rhode Island’s Everest of organized labor and those exclusive few who’ve never worked a “[bleep]ing day” in their lives, to quote another of our state’s pampered supposed populists.