I feel a little sorry for Joe the Plumber.
Poor guy. He ventures out of his yard last weekend, from where he’s been playing football with his son, to where his neighbors are clustering around Barack Obama, who’s decided to visit his neighborhood on a campaign trip (!!). And Joe asks a question about his tax plan.
And the conversation catapults him into a media frenzy.
And now his whole life is laid bare. Poor guy. Turns out he’s not actually a licensed plumber. And that he isn’t in the tax bracket of >$250K that he was making a big deal about–and wouldn’t be even if he bought the business (because we’re talking net v. gross here, of course). Oh, and that he owes back taxes.
I do feel sorry for the guy. After all, he didn’t ask to be highlighted by John McCain in the debate. Did he?
But…hmmm…he lived in Mesa, Arizona before recently moving to Ohio.
Naw. It was just an unfortunate, unexpected blast of celebrity.
I’m betting Joe wishes he woulda kept tossing the football around with his son instead of accosting Barack Obama.
Let that be a lesson to you: if you see a presidential candidate in your neighborhood, make sure all your ducks are in a row before you venture out, or you might find yourself to be the next Joe the Plumber.