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The March of the Crybabies

The parade of government employee sob stories continues unabated, with Jon Ralston featuring a new one from Sean Alto, a 31-year-old state worker and former bartender who proceeds to do more whining about what he apparently feels us taxpayers owe him than my four-year-old does when I take his Nintendo away.

Instead of taking care of his family himself, he apparently believes it’s the job of Nevada’s elected officials to do that for him and complains that “if Sandoval’s plan for higher education goes through for a 16% cut, I can expect to pay more for books, credits, and expect far less for a selection of class variety, not to mention I would have to wait a year for my second semester Chemistry class, which is required.”

Oh, the humanity!

The saddest part of these government employee tear-jerker stories is that these crybabies, protected from the kind of REAL pain being experienced by the 20 percent of unemployed Nevadans in the private sector, apparently actually think their whiny heart-tuggers are actually generating sympathy for them.

Sorry, homey don’t play that.

In the immortal words of Sharron Angle, man up, Mr. Alto! No one owes you a living and no one has a gun to your head forcing you to continue working – with full health and retirement benefits – as an “IT Tech IV.” If you don’t like the piddling little five percent pay cut…QUIT! Go out in the real world and find a better-paying job with the same Cadillac bennies, hours, sick leave, vacation time and paid holidays off.

Nobody has a gun to your head forcing you to work for the State of Nevada. So stop your sniveling and, to paraphrase Melvin Udall, go sell woe-is-me somewhere else; we’re all stocked up here.

(Something tells me I ain’t getting’ the Humanitarian of the Year Award again this year!)

UPDATE: By the way, this *might* be our Sean Alto. From Carson City. Former bartender. If so, the guy’s got skills. What the hell is doing working for the government?


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