This is THE BEST article I've read on the Romney video fiasco

[Hubert Flottz]

36. Almost nothing the GOPers have done or said since Reagan...

hit a nerve with me like Mitt's Blooper. I've been seething and thinking about the magnitude of the republican "Leaders" hatred for the working, the working poor and the just plain poor in America.

It made me think about my Dad's last couple of months of life, if you'd call it that. His last six weeks, my Pop was asking me about his social security disability claim he'd filed a few months before that. Six weeks before he died of lung cancer the cancer metastasized to his brain and his brain malfunctioned and his heart rate shot up to over 200 beats per minute. His doctors tried to slow it down with drugs, but that didn't work, so the doctors put him in the IC unit and shocked his heart back into normal rhythm. My Pop was already down from two hundred pounds to a hundred pounds, by then and the cancer had spread all through him. To his skin, bones, lungs and brain. I'd been staying with him at the hospital almost around the clock, because after the cancer attacked his brain he'd gotten up and fallen one night and broken his nose trying to go to the bathroom by himself. When I came in from home that morning the doctors had him in restraints and I made them untie him and I stayed ever night after that.

I'd gone home to eat shower and get my mail and in my mailbox was a letter from Social Security saying that My dad was able to go back to work. According to Social Security's doctors, my dad wasn't disabled at all, he should be able to go back to work, ASAP. Those SS doctors had checked him out about six months before they set that letter, when he had opened his claim. When dad had been examined by the SS doctors he'd been blacking out and coughing all the time and had skin lesions. So when I went back to the hospital, Dad was in intensive care and they were shocking his heart. I showed his doctors the disqualification letter and three doctors told me, that the SS doctors should have known by Dad's chest x-rays when they checked him out at SS, that he wasn't fit to go to work. My dad's doctors were as upset as I was with social security, but the doctors advised me to appeal it and not to tell my Dad about SS turning him down, because they said I shouldn't upset him in the shape he was in, by telling him about the denial of his claim. They all had written the SS letters overnight for an appeal and I hand carried them to an attorney who filed an appeal shortly. After Pop got out of ICU he asked me one day if I'd heard from social security and I looked him right in the eyes and lied to him, knowing that he didn't have long to live. He'd ask again in a few days and I lied again and every time I lied to him it broke me heart. He died at my house after the doctors let him come with to live out his last three weeks and then my wife and I lied to him, until he was unable to think or ask anymore.

My Dad never did get a check. He had worked in a coal mine, on a railroad, on heavy construction for Union Carbide and UMWA construction jobs. He gone to work in the mine loading coal by hand when he was sixteen and had paid into Social Security the rest of his working life. He paid into medicare since medicare began and he never drew a dime.

So when I sat and listened to Mitt's blooper it pissed me off worse than anything else has for a very long time and it made all the hurt and anger I'd felt when Dad was denied by his government, on Ronald Reagan's watch, come back just as strong as back when my government had caused me to have to lie, to the best friend I ever had, to almost his dying day.

Working people are like dirt under the mover's and shakers feet, in mitt's "Faith Based" "COMPASSIONATE" party. Do I hate? I'm simply a product of my environment. And I'll never forget.