Red Tory makes gentle mockery of one Scott Hennig thusly:
That’s right; the animated spokesbot persistently speaking out to any camera with an operating battery in it, supposedly on behalf of the little guy, the “average” taxpayer and the hardscrabble small businessman (or woman), appears to have gone pretty much on a smooth glide-path from the Halls of Academe (well, the home of the aptly-named “Butterdome” and leafy grounds of the University of Alberta anyway) to a well-appointed, air-conditioned sinecure located in the heart of Edmonton’s rather antiseptic corridor of hideous architectural travesties known as “the government district.”
Ah, but that doesn't begin to compare with Texas politician Phil Gramm, who takes sucking off the government tit to hilarious extremes, according to the late Molly Ivins:
Gramm, the great crusader against government spending, has spent his entire life on the government tit. He was born at a military hospital, raised on his father’s Army pay, went to private school at Georgia Military Academy on military insurance after his father died, paid for his college tuition with same, got a National Defense Fellowship to graduate school, taught at a state-supported school, and made generous use of his Senate expense account.
It is curious, is it not, how all these crusaders for fiscal restraint, smaller government and self-reliance somehow seem to survive quite nicely without ever getting, you know, real jobs. And if you want to know what that's like, I suggest asking Stephen Taylor. I'm sure he'd be delighted to explain it to you.