The other evening I did the best I could to watch and pay attention to the Democratic convention.
I was touched by Mrs. Oama’s story about how the president was struggling as a young attorney. He had to wear shoes a half size too small….his prized possesion was a coffee table he rescued from a dumpster and he drove a rusted-out car.
I believe that is a remarkable story about a man who attended the finest schools in the country but apparently didn’t take any courses in accounting or economics, which is apparently why he couldn’t manage his own finances. That may help to explain how and why the nation’s national debt surpassed the sixteen trillion dollar mark of the first day of the Democratic convention.