I decided on election night, Nov. 7, 2006, to create a blog for occasional commentary on issues pertinent to my region, state and country – or whatever else comes to mind.
The election of 2006 will have profound and, dare I say, devastating effects on our nation’s efforts to fight terror. Some of us were concerned when terror groups started endorsing Democrats, but we’ll see whether that translates into a less secure homeland. I believe a Democrat majority in Congress also will be detrimental to the U.S. economy. All you middle-class workers can kiss your paychecks goodbye, as the Democrats work feverishly to reverse the tax relief measures enacted in the previous five years. But the voters have chosen, and we’ll all pay the piper.
As for West Virginia, good luck with your new Legislature. Good luck, Gov. Mojo, trying to bring new employers into this state, considering you and your Democrat Legislature lack the will to embark on a legitimate restructuring of the state’s ridiculous anti-business tax system. Patchwork is nice in quilts, but not for tax reform.
Replacing Ohio County’s Republican Delegates with two union officials has to be one of the most disappointing voting results of the day. It’s amazing that unions still are so politically influential in this state, considering the industries that created union jobs are on their deathbed. It also is curious that the typical “union guy” still votes Democrat, after the big load of nothing that party has done for anyone who works for a living. Does anyone remember when Weirton Steel employed over 13,000? Now, the state is full of unemployed union members. By the way, has anyone ever seen a union official waiting in line at the unemployment office? I didn’t think so.
I watched Sen. John D. Rockefeller IV arriving at a union-sponsored pro-Democrat rally in Weirton in 2004. He pulled up in a fully loaded Japanese-made SUV. I asked a union worker what he thought of that. He looked at me like I had three heads. I explained that his American union brothers didn’t make the vehicle, that the billionaire Rockefeller (friend of the working man) had put his money into the hands of Japanese workers instead. The steelworker’s response? “Uh, well, Japanese workers have to feed their families, too.” Yep, while you and yours go hungry, I guess. Here’s your sign, as Bill Engvall might say.
By the way, I saw Rockefeller again in October 2006 in Buckhannon. Still enjoying that luxury import SUV, I noticed.
Then there’s Rep. Alan B. Mollohan. For reasons unknown, the majority of voters in the first district are more that happy to hand over to him the money from their own pockets so that he can hand it over to his friends – who, in turn, thank Mr. Mollohan for his generosity by giving him a little bit back. All the while, the voters stand there with their empty pockets turned inside out, convinced Mollohan really cares about them. Sure, it really, really makes sense that a “public servant” should become a multimillionaire almost overnight.
Let’s not forget Big Daddy. Hallelujah, Big Daddy! No disrespect meant for a senior citizen (although I’m not sure how much respect is due a Klansman in the first place), but Sen. Robert C. Byrd has for the past several years lacked the requisite mental acuteness for the job. Why did this 90-year-old man run for another six-year term? He must have heard a rumor that somewhere in West Virginia existed a building, bridge, road or outhouse that didn’t yet bear his name. Keep working on that, Sen. Byrd. And we’ll keep enjoying our last-place status among the 50 states.