Update, February 27, 2020: Apparently Bernie Sanders needs a supermajority of 60 percent of committed delegates to win the Democratic nomination on the first ballot at the Convention. Should he fail to win them, superdelegates will do everything in their power to deny him the nomination.
So, this morning, I accused Bernie Sanders of being too polite.
It’s my turn. I’m stuck driving for Uber and Lyft, doing a job I hate, doing a job far beneath my capabilities, because as near as I can tell, this entire job search thing has devolved into a scam. I have zero financial security, am paid shit, and take on a lot of risks—collision, stress, and financial—for which I am essentially uncompensated. I suffer humiliation—I have a Ph.D. but can only find work as, for all practical purposes, a taxi driver. I get no time off—shit wages mean I can’t afford to take it. I have no realistic hope of advancement or improvement in my condition. And I don’t even know how long Uber and Lyft can survive—they aren’t profitable and probably can’t really be profitable. Which is to say, even if I manage to hold everything else together, I can still lose this job, the only job I can find, through absolutely no fault of my own.