Mister Rogers to Romney: Oh No, You Don't

What's Mitt Romney smoking? Nothing? Then why the low five to Big Bird?

His comment about Big Bird and PBS is not only cavalier, it's as thoughtless as that unbelievable middle class flip flop. He put them in the 47% now he's apologized and started courting them for votes. During the debates, he pitched a proud doom day for PBS:

"I'm sorry Jim. I'm going to stop the subsidy to PBS. I'm going to stop other things. I like PBS. I love Big Bird. ...I'm not going to keep on spending money on things to borrow money from China to pay for it."

What's he going to do -- outsource Big Bird to China or the highest bidding country, or to businesses creating12 million jobs he promised? He just doesn't get it.

(Instead of targeting PBS and Big Bird, here are more expensive chopping block subsidies -- corporate welfare, Big Oil, tax cuts for the rich, and.. . Oh, I forgot, it's okay because entitlements are for the wealthy. I must add that some wealthy citizens want their beloved country to survive) 

Big Bird isn't just a subsidized PBS phenomenon; he's an educational staple for children and adults without Internet, cable, or other paid networks providing political and special programs.

He owns Sesame Street, but he isn't eating up all those government cookies without carrying his weight. Children need Big Bird to bring them along with their peers in kindergarten and first grade. Fortunate children have day care linked to early childhood education, which single mothers and jobless parents cannot afford.

I'm a Big Bird learner's mother, and I thank him for all that reading, writing, and math in North Carolina though she attended four-year-old kingergarten. 

Mr. Rogers is livid. Twitter fans and the Big Bird family from years ago are twisting with anger. So Romney wants to drown PBS that provides programming for that 47% he said, "I don't have to worry about them."
He doesn't have to worry about freedom, convenience, and anything else he needs or desires. ...maybe a trip to heaven with a U-haul hitched to his bank.

Consider this: You apologized for the 47% but where I grew up and live now, your comments are unforgettable and unforgiveable. For those who believe your apology, hear this:

I have some white, sandy beachfront property "smack dab" in Florida's Port Everglades, and I'll sell it for whatever a buyer is willing to pay.