Mitt Romney's garbageman is upset because Mitt has never given him a bottle of water or shook his hand. Simply put, Mitt's garbageman says Mitt "doesn't care about him." Mitt's garbageman also feels like he is entitled to extra love because he provides a health service. Now mind you, Mitt's garbageman gets paid to pick up Mitt's garbage, but Mitt's garbageman doesn't feel like that's enough.
Let's watch this AFSCME ad and see what conclusion we come to:
This ad is asinine, and if you reach any other conclusion then you are also asinine. The man is getting paid to do a job. He needs to stop whining and do his job, or stop whining and get another job, but this whining that he does his job and doesn't get a hug from Mitt is kind of embarrassing..
In other news, Mitt has actually worked as a garbageman:
This is from Mitt's book No Apology (page 251):
During my campaign for governor, I decided to spend a day every few weeks doing the jobs of other people in Massachusetts. Among other jobs, I cooked sausages at Fenway Park, worked on asphalt paving crew, stacked bales of hay on a farm, volunteered in an emergency room, served food at a nursing home, and worked as a child-care assistant. I’m often asked which was the hardest job – it’s child care, by a mile.
One day I gathered trash as a garbage collector. I stood on that little platform at the back of the truck, holding on as the driver navigated his way through the narrow streets of Boston. As we pulled up to traffic lights, I noticed that the shoppers and businesspeople who were standing only a few feet from me didn’t even see me. It was as if I was invisible. Perhaps it was because a lot of us don’t think garbage men are worthy of notice; I disagree – anyone who works that hard deserves our respect. – I wasn’t a particularly good garbage collector: at one point, after filling the trough at the back of the truck, I pulled the wrong hydraulic lever. Instead of pushing the load into the truck, I dumped it onto the street. Maybe the suits didn’t notice me, but the guys at the construction site sure did: “Nice job, Mitt,” they called. “Why don’t you find an easier job?” And then they good-naturedly came down and helped me pick up my mess.