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So, when you return home some night, you might pass a mother on her way to work the late shift, you tell her: Hope is on the way.
Let's look at what's going on here. First and foremost, we've got a lonely woman. There's a passing reference to Iraq and her husband, but that's basically to get him out of the house and out of the picture. (Remember, these are the same people who brought you the welfare system, also designed to get men out of the house and out of the picture.)
She has no friends, no relatives, no religion, no community, nothing to rely on. Her husband? Well, he doesn't even seem to write anymore. And so she sits by herself at the kitchen table, waiting for someone to come along.
What a beautiful vision of America -- a nation of lonely, isolated women, in dire need of help, abandoned by everyone, waiting for some handsome trial lawyer to come knocking on their door.
Hope is on the way.