Meet Paul Ryan


Well, early Saturday morning we learned that Congressman Paul Ryan, Republican from Wisconsin, is to be Mitt Romney’s pick for the next Vice President of The United States.

What are we to think of this selection?   He’s not a graduate of Columbia University.   He’s not a graduate of Harvard.    He wasn’t selected as the President of the Harvard Law Review.   He didn’t get a special free quota scholarship ride to any prestigious university and, instead, had to work his way through Miami University of Ohio.    For God’s sake the man drove the Oscar Mayer Wiener Truck one summer and waited tables another!

One morning when Paul Ryan was sixteen years old he went in to wake his father up and found him dead of a heart attack.    He didn’t write two books about that experience.    Instead, he assumed the role of adult at an early age, never having the luxury to pursue youthful drug use and the art of socialist revolution.

Instead, Paul Ryan and his mother took his grandmother, suffering from Alzheimer, into the household and served as the primary care provider for his grandma.    His grandma wasn’t the Vice President of the Bank of Hawaii so she could offer nothing in return, except the element of “need”.

Once Paul Ryan got his BA in Economics from Miami University of Ohio he was hired as a staff economist in Wisconsin Senator Kastin’s office.  The job must have not paid well because young Ryan moonlighted as a waiter and fitness trainer.    NO one offered him a “token honor” position at the University of Chicago and a $200,000 dollar a year salary.

When a still young Paul Ryan returned to Wisconsin to run for Congress he didn’t demonize his opponent and dig up dirt to shovel against him.  He waited until the standing Congressman vacated the office before seeking the office.   In Janesville, Wisconsin they don’t have a big political machine to promote you, to criminalize your opponent; instead Paul Ryan had to go door to door and sit at kitchen tables and listen to his future constituents.

After getting elected to Congress Paul Ryan didn’t triumphantly march into Washington, buy himself a Georgetown townhouse and proceed over to K Street to rub elbows with lobbyists.    He bunked in his Congressional office and used the house gym for showers and a fresh change of clothes.

Paul Ryan then married and took his bride back to Janesville.  He lives on the same street he lived on as a kid and shares the neighborhood with eight other members of the Ryan clan.     He hunts with the local Janesville hunt club and attends PTA meetings and other civic functions.

For those who can’t make those public functions, Paul Ryan bought an old bread truck, converted it into a “mobile constituent office” and drives around to meet with those who need his help and attention.

No, I don’t know if we can vote for a guy like this.    He doesn’t have a regal pedigree; he’s Irish for God’s sake!    No one awarded him a Nobel Peace Prize two months after getting elected.    No one threw flowers or got “chills down their leg” as a he took his seat in Congress.

What is most despicable about Paul Ryan is that he has had the nerve to write the House Budget for three years in a row.  He’s is brazen and heartless in advocating in that budget for a $5 trillion dollar reduction in federal spending over the next ten years!    The House passed his budget three years in a row and three years in a row the Democratically controlled Senate has let it die in the upper house, without ever proposing a budget of their own.   What is wrong with this guy?    If Congress were to cut $5 trillion dollars from the budget where would the President get the money to give $500 million dollars to a bankrupt Solyndra?     Or $200 million dollars for bankrupt Energy 1?    Or $11 billion dollars to illegal aliens filing INIT, non-resident tax returns to claim $11 billion big ones in child tax credits, even for their children living in Mexico?

I don’t know.  Paul Ryan seems heartless to me.  He keeps wanting to cut government waste, he keeps wanting to put a halt to those big GSA conventions in Vegas and, worse, he keeps trying to make people look at that $16.7 trillion dollar deficit!  The guy’s no fun at all!

Who wants a numbers cruncher?    Who wants someone spoiling the party by showing folks the bill?  Nothing will spoil a party quicker than sending the host the bill before the party’s over.

Party Hearty folks!    At least until November.

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