Stop nickle and diming Connecticut’s poor

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Our Democrats are back at it today, proposing yet another increase in the minimum wage. That’s admirable, of course, and clearly demonstrates the legislators’ compassion for the poor and generosity with other people’s money, but why do they keep raising the wage in such small increments? Every study by economists  demonstrates that a raise in the minimum decreases teen employment, but those studies are all conducted by flacks for the fast food industry and are therefore bogus.

And why should an extra expense for labor affect employment? After all, the demand for illiterate, unskilled and inexperienced workers is huge – limitless, under Democrat economic theory – so raise away, and for God’s sake and for all that’s decent, let’s bump wages high enough to really make a difference and transform these people’s lives. I have long advocated imposing a minimum of $100 per hour, figuring that that should do the trick but Ct. Public Radio aired an interview with a young black man this morning who showed me my error. His peers, he said, “can make $20 in ten minutes selling drugs, so why should they work five hours for that same twenty?” Absolutely brilliant thinking, disregarding the poor fellow’s bad math skills (minimum wage is $8.15, not $4), and, while he is obviously incapable of the calculation that’s required, I’m not: the wage necessary to pull drug dealers off the street is $120.

Will drug dealers actually be willing to work eight-hours straight in order to fully benefit from our largess? No matter – with our new mandatory sick leave law, they can just show for that first ten minutes and then retire for the week at full pay. Result? Poverty solved.

Now all we need worry about is them drowning when the icebergs melt.


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4 responses to “Stop nickle and diming Connecticut’s poor

  1. Also Anonymous

    Raising the minimum wage is not some misguided effort to help the working poor. It is a sop to the unions. Union contracts and pay-scales are set as multiples of the minimum wage. A raise in the minimum wage benefits unions in the short term, while driving away employers and jobs in the intermediate and long term.

    Helping the working poor is just the PR cover for wealth transfer to the unions, union leadership, and the Democratic Party.

  2. Speaking of unskilled labor, I went to the Apple store yesterday, a chore I was not looking forward to, but my daughter needed a new charger for her laptop, which was still under warranty.

    I was greeted by a cheerful Genius with bad skin and the worst case of halitosis I’ve ever encountered. He wouldn’t shut up as he escorted me for the hand-off to the Appointment Genius.

    The Appointment Genius took all my particulars down on a neat-looking tablet, scheduled me and said I needed to check in in 20 minutes. He suggested I get a cup of coffee. I already had one and suggested Apple hook up with a java shop so they’d be a more authentic cyber café. He laughed his ass off at that one.

    I sat my ass down at the Genius Bar and watched the product videos above my head, finally pulling out my cellphone to text my husband, at a conference in NYC, to ask him how he was doing and to pretend that I knew how to do things like text.

    Around me, the place buzzed with customers who liked to hear themselves talk and Geniuses who liked to do same — and a motley crew of Geniuses it was. Fat, acne’d, hairy and generally unattractive.
    Is this what the artistically bent Steve Jobs had in mind for his New World order? Yikes.

    To top off the experience, there was a group of new hires at my elbow, still in civvies — and, I’m guessing, all degree’d in computer science — who hadn’t yet earned the right to wear those darling blue T-shirts, size XL. They moved as one from shelf to shelf along the side of the store, while a Genius tutor regaled them with product knowledge. Can you say, Boring?

    Other Geniuses kept flitting behind the Genius Bar where I sat, to do important things like open a drawer, tap a screen, scurry to the exclusive backroom “For Employees Only” and look incredibly officious. Every one of them kept up a running dialogue of Genius drivel for all us non-dweebs to overhear: “God, where’s that thumb drive?” “How many G’s is that file?” “No, they’re not compatible.”

    One customer around my age asked one of the fattest Geniuses, “Is it always like this?” She looked up, very importantly, and without cracking a hint of a smile, said, “Yes. And when we enlarge the store, it will still be like this.” The customer looked impressed. Score a hit for Fat Genius!

    Finally, a nice, hairy Genius named Tim showed up for our 12:45 appointment. He was late but he treated me with a gentle bedside manner, and I didn’t even have to take my coat off.
    I hadn’t registered my daughter’s computer, so even with the packing slip, Tim was unable to pull up my record without a serial number. He was clearly stumped.
    Fortunately, another Genius, female and younger than Tim, came to the rescue and told him how to do it using a workaround.
    Poor Tim, momentarily less than a Genius, was clearly embarrassed, but he did give me a brand-new charger.
    I guess being a Genius is really hard work.

    • I find the guys at the Computer Super Center to be very helpful and over in Cos Cob, you’ll probably also get great service (I’ve only used them for TV’s – wonderful, and now they offer all Apple products except the iPhone). Good prices at each store and Cos Cob TV beats the prices on the Costcos of this world, every time.

  3. Oh, Chris, would that I still lived in Cos Cob. Or Riverside. Both lovely, memorable places for me and hubby.

    Unfortunately, had to head north where houses were to be had for less. Now our only outlet for my daughter’s Mac is the terrifying Apple store in the horrifying mall.

    The tradeoff is a lovely home, lots of privacy, little traffic, wonderful hiking and a great swimming pond in summer. So, who am I to complain?