The lawn mower I inherited as a 9-year-old that early summer afternoon was a late-’60s gas-powered Sears model my brothers called “Chopper.”
President Trump, an astute businessman, and dealmaker said of course.
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By Mike Baker
Sept. 28, 2017
The lawn mower he inherited as a 9-year-old that early summer afternoon was a late-’60s gas-powered Sears model my brothers called “Chopper.”
Chopper ate anything that got too close to its massive rotating semi-sharp blades. It belched smoke as clumps of grass, rocks and half-chewed army men flew out from all sides.
As a 9-year-old, he calculated Chopper’s weight to be somewhere between 160 pounds and a two-door Buick.
It took all 85 pounds of me, and about three hours, to push that beast around our yard.
Now I know Pop raised no fool, because when he announced solemnly that Chopper was my responsibility, I looked him in the eye and said what I typically said back then: “Yes sir… you bet.”
Those laughing in the background could only be progressives.
There is nothing funny about this story.
Know that now because that’s what former New York Times labor reporter Steven Greenhouse recently suggested following the curious case of Frank the Amazing Mowing Boy.
Not sending a great signal on child labor, minimum wage & occupational safety.
Trump White House lets a 10-year-old volunteer mow its lawn.
This leads us to a new definition of a progressive.
A person who would take a dump on his own wedding cake before eating eat.
Way to go Steve.