The Real Middle Class is the “Middle Seat” on Southwest Airlines
The real middle class? Invisible. The mainstream media and the politicians can’t see them from where they’re sitting.
Yet, nothing the middle class does is less than “first class.”
They don’t care about labels or occupying anything unless it’s a celebration, like Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
They can’t afford the first class ticket. So they fly Southwest Airlines.
The real “middle class” is willing to stand in line for a bargain. They rarely complain. When it comes to flying, they’re just happy to have afforded a seat to a destination for which they are committed and it doesn’t much matter how they get there.
In the real world, Mr. President, there’s no time for “class warfare.” In this economy, do your job. There’s no time for “camplaigning.”
I see the middle class on Facebook, but they much prefer face time. They are grandparents visiting their grand kids. They are students heading home with their laundry. They are guests to a wedding. They are the bereaved heading to a funeral. They are small business people trying to close the deal.
That would be me, my boarding pass was C4 on a full flight. Just so you know C4 on a Southwest flight is not a seat number, it a place marker in line. C4 means 123 passengers have boarded the flight before you and you’re playing musical chairs with anyone standing in front of you or behind. Those people already seated, they want nothing to do with you! Trust me!
If they are the mainstream media, their pundits, their celebrities, their sound bites and the politicians who want to define the rich and the middle class, then I can define them. They are elitists. I define an elitist as someone who defines someone else as ignorant or stupid. Attention elitists! C4 on a Southwest flight is 9 times out of 10, a middle seat. Then again, if I have to explain C4 on a Southwest flight to an elitist, I guess that makes me one. So I guess I’m qualified to run for office.
Attention elitists! Middle class America cannot be defined or redefined by sound bites. The only chance your agenda gets any traction? It’s if we aren’t looking out the window on our last flight. More likely? First class is a pillow away from another Obama presidency. A luxury we cannot afford.
FYI – The only class warfare for me comes with a “Ding!” and it’s all about getting an aisle seat.