Chris Stevens: Season's Greetings, everybody, from KBHR, the heart and soul of Cicely, Alaska. This is Chris In The Morning. From where I'm sitting, I've got a great view of all the yuletide decorations going up all over town. That's right, everywhere I turn my head I see ebony birds roosting for the holidays. You know, twinkling colored lights are nice, and so are plastic Santas and reindeers and manger scenes, but I'll tell you something, friends... nothing like the sight of beautiful black-as-pitch raven to get you in the Christmas spirit. And look out the window, walking down the street. It's Hillary from the cannery all covered in blood and guts and fish slime. She's gonna grow up to be a politican some day. You can just tell. (Northern Exposure, 1990)
OT: Question for a vlog one day--what jobs did Althouse work before becoming a lawyer, which job does she consider her worst (including law jobs), and why? /OT
I find stuff like this interesting (though I understand why others don't), mostly from a human-interest standpoint, but sometimes from more than that.
I myself have had lots of jobs, and lots of different kinds of jobs (a number with different sorts of disgusting elements to them), over the course of my lifetime. One of them--ohmigosh, can it be 20 years ago, now?!--was writing a weekly biz-feats column profiling on people working at least somewhat off-the-radar or off-the-beaten-path jobs. So maybe I'm calibrated differently in terms of this type of story.
For the mostpart these are examples of patricians dipping a toe into the plebeian workworld for a matter of weeks or one or two months, tops.
I too have worked in factories and warehouses. But always with the knowledge that I would escape shortly. I don't claim to be a regular guy. Thank God I escaped that life.
What's obscene about Hillary, Romney, Edwards & Co. is that they do claim, on the basis of the merest brush with the hard grind, to be as one with "The People."
One candidate at the age of 21 led 400 men into a battlefield disaster. He didn't know what he was doing. Out of necessity, he surrendered. When he signed the papers, he didn't understand what they said. He was humiliated and almost had his reputation destroyed.
I used to go out with a girl (many years ago) who worked at a fish farm in Twin Falls, Idaho doing pretty much what Hillary Clinton did, and it's not fun. Not fun at all.
The reason it's bloody is not just because of what is thrown back into the water, it's also because the fish are so thick that it is unavoidable for the workers to step on some of them and squish their guts out when they step into the water.
Then they suck them into the processing plant using a vacuum and gut some of them while they are still alive (though it sounds like Hillary was doing it outside.)
The whole thing is a bloody mess (and I've never eaten trout since then unless I know for a fact that somebody personally caught it from a natural body of water.)
Most of them (with the exception of Romney, whose father was already a millionaire and a Governor) grew up decidedly middle class.
This is still America, and whether you like it or not it's still a place where a person with humble upbringings can aspire to (and can become) the President of the United States by EARNING it.
One of the columns I wrote was about a woman, your basic beautician or haircutter, or both-and I'll admit I can't remember all of the details, and I'm not hauling myself up to my dark attic to root through mouldering clips--who, in order to make ends meet, freelanced as an on-call make-up artist for local funeral homes. I have to tell you--as someone who has on innumerable occasions been around people who deal with death in one way or another, from cops to reporters to clergy & etc. etc. etc..--she had one of the most reverent and respectful attitudes I've ever personally witnessed.
Just thought I'd share that.
(And yeah--there's an ironic tone going on there. But what I recounted is from true experience in my life.)
Yeah, Peter--I was compiling a quote at in response to a post somewhere else (not on this specific topic, by the way, or Sen. Clinton, and it didn't reference the linked story or Althouse), when I suddenly realized--wait! There's no Giuliani weigh-in!
This is one of the ways in which Althouse commenters end up not to disappoint. More often than not, I get beaten to it!
I consider that a good thing. A very good thing and salutary thing, indeed.
Exactly WHERE in landlocked Park Ridge, Illinois did Hillary spoon fish guts in knee-deep goo? Long John Silvers? Her school cafeteria? Another Hillary whopper?
With Sir Edmund? Like when she said she was named after him, but in reality he was not yet famous when she was born. Doesn't that mean an automatic fact check with six witnesses from that point on? Or is that intense scrutiny in that link too? Post grad work for Yale Law School in Alaska? Wasn't it mentioned as a Summer fling on Letterman? Working her way across Alaska, washing dishes at a State Park. . .fighting wrongs(the cannery which fired her and shut down overnight when she complained about unhealthy conditions--Living History, pp. 42–43).
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Chris Stevens: Season's Greetings, everybody, from KBHR, the heart and soul of Cicely, Alaska. This is Chris In The Morning. From where I'm sitting, I've got a great view of all the yuletide decorations going up all over town. That's right, everywhere I turn my head I see ebony birds roosting for the holidays. You know, twinkling colored lights are nice, and so are plastic Santas and reindeers and manger scenes, but I'll tell you something, friends... nothing like the sight of beautiful black-as-pitch raven to get you in the Christmas spirit. And look out the window, walking down the street. It's Hillary from the cannery all covered in blood and guts and fish slime. She's gonna grow up to be a politican some day. You can just tell.
(Northern Exposure, 1990)
Phil: Do you ever have deja vu Mrs. Lancaster?
Mrs. Lancaster: I don't think so, but I could check with the kitchen.
(Groundhog Day, 1993)
Drake McHugh: Randy, Randy - Where's the rest of me...?
(Kings Row 1942)
Boy, is that an unreadable story.
I wonder what you have to do to pull that assignment.
OT: Question for a vlog one day--what jobs did Althouse work before becoming a lawyer, which job does she consider her worst (including law jobs), and why? /OT
I find stuff like this interesting (though I understand why others don't), mostly from a human-interest standpoint, but sometimes from more than that.
I myself have had lots of jobs, and lots of different kinds of jobs (a number with different sorts of disgusting elements to them), over the course of my lifetime. One of them--ohmigosh, can it be 20 years ago, now?!--was writing a weekly biz-feats column profiling on people working at least somewhat off-the-radar or off-the-beaten-path jobs. So maybe I'm calibrated differently in terms of this type of story.
rhhardin:
I wonder what you have to do to pull that assignment.
Be hungry and willing to do what it takes to break in.
Paid off, by the way.
Btw, I did get the humorous aspect of that post-title, an excerpt from the linked article.
And now, since I'm not seeing a lot of commenters jump in, I'll stop. Gotta keep that ratio down.
For the mostpart these are examples of patricians dipping a toe into the plebeian workworld for a matter of weeks or one or two months, tops.
I too have worked in factories and warehouses. But always with the knowledge that I would escape shortly. I don't claim to be a regular guy. Thank God I escaped that life.
What's obscene about Hillary, Romney, Edwards & Co. is that they do claim, on the basis of the merest brush with the hard grind, to be as one with "The People."
She slimes fast enough when it's one of Bill's bimbos, or a political opponent.
One candidate at the age of 21 led 400 men into a battlefield disaster. He didn't know what he was doing. Out of necessity, he surrendered. When he signed the papers, he didn't understand what they said. He was humiliated and almost had his reputation destroyed.
I used to go out with a girl (many years ago) who worked at a fish farm in Twin Falls, Idaho doing pretty much what Hillary Clinton did, and it's not fun. Not fun at all.
The reason it's bloody is not just because of what is thrown back into the water, it's also because the fish are so thick that it is unavoidable for the workers to step on some of them and squish their guts out when they step into the water.
Then they suck them into the processing plant using a vacuum and gut some of them while they are still alive (though it sounds like Hillary was doing it outside.)
The whole thing is a bloody mess (and I've never eaten trout since then unless I know for a fact that somebody personally caught it from a natural body of water.)
ricpic:
Most of them (with the exception of Romney, whose father was already a millionaire and a Governor) grew up decidedly middle class.
This is still America, and whether you like it or not it's still a place where a person with humble upbringings can aspire to (and can become) the President of the United States by EARNING it.
One of the columns I wrote was about a woman, your basic beautician or haircutter, or both-and I'll admit I can't remember all of the details, and I'm not hauling myself up to my dark attic to root through mouldering clips--who, in order to make ends meet, freelanced as an on-call make-up artist for local funeral homes. I have to tell you--as someone who has on innumerable occasions been around people who deal with death in one way or another, from cops to reporters to clergy & etc. etc. etc..--she had one of the most reverent and respectful attitudes I've ever personally witnessed.
Just thought I'd share that.
(And yeah--there's an ironic tone going on there. But what I recounted is from true experience in my life.)
Rudy couldn't come up with something for this reporter? Really?
On the other hand, by skirting the question, no one can fact check his answer.
Yeah, Peter--I was compiling a quote at in response to a post somewhere else (not on this specific topic, by the way, or Sen. Clinton, and it didn't reference the linked story or Althouse), when I suddenly realized--wait! There's no Giuliani weigh-in!
This is one of the ways in which Althouse commenters end up not to disappoint. More often than not, I get beaten to it!
I consider that a good thing. A very good thing and salutary thing, indeed.
Yeah, that'd be a compliment; for Peter, sure, and you bet--but the point is broader.
That's only her worst job because she hasn't been President yet.
Exactly WHERE in landlocked Park Ridge, Illinois did Hillary spoon fish guts in knee-deep goo? Long John Silvers? Her school cafeteria? Another Hillary whopper?
Darrell, see if your other brother Darrell can show you how to follow a link.
see if your other brother Darrell can show you how to follow a link.
Well, that's worth a big Thursday morning guffaw. Glad my officemate's not in yet.
Ha-ha. Yes, Darrell, please practice your reading skills at the story.
But if it's too much for you, here's the answer: Alaska.
Romney sounds like the type of guy who doesn't know what a loaf of bread costs or what a checkout scanner is.
Worst-sounding job I ever had was grave digger, but it actually wasn't bad. Nobody bothered me.
Probably the worst was working at a KOA campground. Cleaning campground showers is in a class by itself.
With Sir Edmund? Like when she said she was named after him, but in reality he was not yet famous when she was born. Doesn't that mean an automatic fact check with six witnesses from that point on? Or is that intense scrutiny in that link too? Post grad work for Yale Law School in Alaska? Wasn't it mentioned as a Summer fling on Letterman? Working her way across Alaska, washing dishes at a State Park. . .fighting wrongs(the cannery which fired her and shut down overnight when she complained about unhealthy conditions--Living History, pp. 42–43).
Law school
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