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How Much is Enough:
The Death of the American Dream
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Greetings
Buzzflash,
I would just like to start out by showing my appreciation of your informative
site. It has provided me with a news source that doesn't have it's lips
firmly attached to someone's rear end.
Now to the little point I would like to make. First of all, let it be
known that I am not a very jealous person. I grew up going from lower
class, to middle class then to destitution, learning of the world of
the drug dealer from my mother at the age of 13. My mother became disabled
after she broke 2 vertebrae in her neck from a serious infection and
could no longer work and was repeatedly turned down for disability, hence
why she got back into her past employment as a drug dealer. Not that
I am condoning her actions, but you'd be surprised what you would do
when desperate enough.
That time has passed. Now, I work at Wal-Mart, 40 hours a week, sometimes
more. Making a meager but decent $7.55 and hour (just got a raise, yay
me), which is actually a little above the norm in this expensive city
I live in. I live in a one bedroom, shared kitchen/living area apartment
making roughly 13,000 a year. Now, I am not trying to drum up sympathy,
because I know my situation could be a lot worse and that some people
hold two, even three jobs and go to school (which I find amazing, holding
two jobs alone is not easy). I have no medical coverage, but that's nothing
big, I haven't had medical coverage since I was about 12--even before
then it was occasional.
Like
I said, I am not a very jealous person, and my past has done nothing
if not teach me to appreciate the things I do have because I know it
can always get worse. However, something inside of me wants to scream
in a contemptuous, rage each time I read of something that reminds me
of the wealth gap in this country. I suppose you could call it a hate.
It first started when I was about 10, my family (when it was together)
went to a golf course to mess around for the day. But instead of my family
being served first--which made sense since we were standing there waiting--the
elderly couple that was behind us pulled out a wallet full of bills making
themselves more worthy of service. Since that day I noticed how the "better
off" get special treatment, and are able to get to places where
typical people cannot, I began to despise the attitude these well-to-do
people have, my grandfather is someone that lives in the upper-class
(although he did earn it by serving in the navy for years) and his attitude
was no different, rude, inconsiderate, and self-righteous.
I
just fail to understand this country when it comes to such things.
When I read about congress raising their pay last year from 150,000
to
154,700, I believe it was, and not even bothering to extend unemployment
benefits, I literally wanted to kill someone. (This was just an example;
I am mainly talking of those that make 300,000-1 million plus a year)
I mean, seriously, how much does it take for you to be comfortable? How
much do they have to buy? How much do they have to horde away to be content?
It makes me angry, and feel almost pathetic when reading about how much
some of these people make a year, or even a month. I sometimes wonder
if these people could even contemplate living off of 13,000 a year or
perhaps less. The thought would probably kill them due to the laughter
it would cause. How much is enough?
A
small observation, the last three years, there is one phrase I have
yet to
hear once from the White House or any type of media. It seems
to have effectively died, it's "The American dream." Have the
majority of people that make up this country and labor for it finally
realized that this concept does not apply to them? If the American Dream
was possible to be attainted by anyone, why is it the upper one percent
are the only ones experiencing it? Just a small point I wanted to make.
Thanks for your time...
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