Today I decided to call my senator, Bill Cassidy, in Washington, D.C. to voice my concern about Donald Trump's tax plan. I consider myself to be middle class, and Donald Trump said the new plan "would be a boon to the middle class." After doing some rough calculations, I realized that in no way would I be paying less. At a minimum, I would pay $500 more, but if I itemize I will be paying $2,300 more.
Cassidy has portrayed himself as a champion of the middle class so, like I said, I called his office in Washington. I have never been so disappointed in my life. Two minutes into the conversation with a staffer, I was explaining my calculations, and the guy interrupted me and said he didn't need to hear anymore. He never asked my name or where I was from, my address or phone number. He said, "I got it, you're against it." I said, "Yes, but let me finish explaining why," and he said he had other calls to take. Really? Is he the only person answering phones? Because I could hear a lot of voices in the background. I've called a handful of state and federal representatives over the years and never have I been so summarily dismissed and treated as if I didn't matter. Unbelievable.