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Having worked very briefly at a Burger King as a teen, I can attest that now, nearly four decades later, in my career as a successful attorney, I always answer the office phone with "Hello, this is SK at Law Firm, would you like to supersize your litigation today for only $2?"

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During what I refer to as my proletarian phase, I held jobs moving furniture, unloading freight cars full of lime and other unspecified chemicals that left burns on my skin when I sweat. I broke out mislaid concrete basement with a sledgehammer and a pry bar, and I crushed molybdenum ore. And for 2 weeks, I loaded trash and dead animals and sludge into a trash truck, which would drive 80 mph to the dump to keep the fumes out of the cab--safe in the knowledge that local police knew from the smell to keep their distance. Among the more refined jobs...I sold books in a chain bookstore and I worked one summer as an apprentice machinist in an instrument shop (where I found out that not only is brass a bitch to machine, it'll cut the livin' shit out of you if you don't watch it).

I don't think I ever listed any of these sojourns on my Curiculum Vitae when I applied for teaching and research jobs as a physicist. Nor do I think I could ever prove that I held these jobs. Most of my co-workers either didn't speak English, were transients or were freakin' nuts. (One guy at the book store believed aliens that he'd met during astral projection were going to come rescue him from Earth...any day now.) And I would wager that the proletarian phase of my life persisted longer than did that of VP Harris.

All these Republicans are doing is proving they never worked a blue-collar job in their lives.

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