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To: lawdog who wrote (56848)	11/2/2000 3:19:03 PM
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Sanctimonious Slumlord Al Gore's treatment of his Tennessee tenants gives new meaning to "compassionate liberalism". By Matt Labash "There is a difference between talking about compassion and actually putting your highest ideals into practice." —Vice President Al Gore, December 2, 1998 Carthage, Tennessee If Tracy Mayberry's life were a country song, it wouldn't be sung by the ersatz Hat Acts or New Country bunnies currently infesting the airwaves. It would be sung by the old cast of Hee Haw, who, for all their hokum, exhibited a certain genius for tear-in-your-beer lamentations with "Gloom, Despair and Agony On Me." The song's most poignant lyric went: "If it weren't for bad luck, / I'd have no luck at all." For as long as she can remember, that's the only luck Tracy Mayberry has known. Now 36 years old, Tracy was unlucky at 13, when she married her first husband who beat her, then left her after she slugged him in the eye. By the age of 16, she'd met her current husband, Charles. A second-grade dropout, he hasn't had much luck either. Together, they started an unlucky family. Charles brought along four kids from a previous marriage. They had two of their own, then adopted two more—the unlucky offspring of more unlucky parents. The five kids currently living in their house suffer every malady from retardation to epileptic seizures. But luckily for the Mayberrys, they get $1,536 in monthly disability checks. It's the only money coming in, as 51-year-old Charles, a tobacco and timber cutter, is unable to ply his trade since suffering congestive heart failure five years ago. Herself a tobacco cutter, Tracy is also unable to work since her diabetic stroke. While she's without a vocation (or welfare or food stamps, which she's too proud to take), she has a new hobby: injecting herself in the stomach with two shots of insulin every day. theweeklystandard.com