Meh – Bread Bags

joniCourtesy of Wonkette:

Sen. Joni Ernst did her best in her robotic SOTU response to let us know that she empathizes with folks facing hard times:

You see, growing up, I had only one good pair of shoes. So on rainy school days, my mom would slip plastic bread bags over them to keep them dry. But I was never embarrassed. Because the school bus would be filled with rows and rows of young Iowans with bread bags slipped over their feet.

And thus was born the #breadbags hashtag:


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Joni thinks she had it hard under Reagan. When I went to school I walked 20 miles over broken glass in my bare feet. I didn’t even have one pair of shoes. In the winter, we would piddle all over our feet to keep them warm and to melt the ice that we were stuck in. There were no school buses for us. Oh for some bread bags and bread and buses. Joni didn’t know how good she had it. 😉

I am actually surprised that she brought school up. The GOP hate education. They love victimization. They want to keep everyone stupid and scared.

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19 Responses to Meh – Bread Bags

  1. ProfessorCanine says:

  2. irishgirl999 says:

    Trickle down economics.

  3. Tumbleweed1 says:

    You made me laugh again Irishgirl, as usual. Thank you.
    That broken glass had to hurt; I feel for you. Snort! I did twenty miles in the snow in my bare feet.
    I swear.
    Oh ps: can’t make SD in March or April. Will be occupied otherwise. Yowza!
    (I am holding out for Dublin, Ireland. I want to see your kitchen… you cook; meet Mr.IG. Heh! That is not a threat btw. :-))

  4. psminidivapa says:

    Bread bags on feet !!!!!!!!! Seriously!!!?!

    Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.
    Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?
    You’re right there, Obadiah.
    Who’d have thought thirty year ago we’d all be sittin’ here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
    In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o’ tea.
    A cup o’ cold tea.
    Without milk or sugar.
    Or tea.
    In a cracked cup, an’ all.
    Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
    The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
    But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
    Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, “Money doesn’t buy you happiness, son”.
    Aye, ‘e was right.
    Aye, ‘e was.
    I was happier then and I had nothin’. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.
    House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, ‘alf the floor was missing, and we were all ‘uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
    Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t’ corridor!
    Oh, we used to dream of livin’ in a corridor! Would ha’ been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.
    Well, when I say ‘house’ it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.
    We were evicted from our ‘ole in the ground; we ‘ad to go and live in a lake.
    You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t’ shoebox in t’ middle o’ road.
    Cardboard box?
    You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t’ mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi’ his belt.
    Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of ‘ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
    Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to ‘ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o’clock at night and lick road clean wit’ tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit’ bread knife.
    Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
    And you try and tell the young people of today that ….. they won’t believe you.
    They won’t!

    h/t Monty Python

  5. Pete says:

    Ernst is a feaking idiot! Most children only have one “good” pair of shoes because they don’t actually have the need to own multiple pairs, sneakers will suffice just fine! My mom also used the bread bag trick for me and my sister when we were kids! It was the easiest and most practical way of keeping our feet dry when the weather was nasty. We didn’t wear the bread bags due to some poverty issue, we wore them because my mom didn’t want her kids spending the school day wearing wet shoes and socks! Feak off Joni Ernst!

  6. Scarsdale says:

    Joni must not have been well liked in her family, wearing bread bags over her one pair of shoes. Just read about the hundreds of thousands of $$$$ her family received in farm subsidies. Big article on Raw Story. Her family has done well on governement subsidies. Fake as PayMe this one is.

  7. Scarsdale says:

    Also, too, Alternet is exposing Mike Huckleberry for his scam of running for the WH, raising $$$$ for his Pac and paying his relatives to work on this free money. Some preacher!! These Pacs should be closely monitored, they are nothing but money laundering schemes for the gop and TeaParty scoundrels. Jeb Bush is requesting a meeting with Rmoney in Utah. Probably to argue over whose “turn” it is next time for the WH, or else fighting about which one will be top of the ticket.Their side has nobody who even comes close to being the respected diplomat our President is, in spite of being white and wealthy!! $carah Payme will be serving homeless people in Las Vegas wild boar chilli!! As though these people do not suffer enough, they will hear that screeching banshee while they try to eat greasy boar chilli.

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