May I have a hanky too Robdar?
Yes, of course. And may I also offer you a nice, hot cuppa tea?
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May I have a hanky too Robdar?
Yes, of course. And may I also offer you a nice, hot cuppa tea?
Choices like that are why I'm not poor, not because I'm more fortunate than the next guy.
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Hope the air is clean up there!
Did you have alcoholic parents? Parents addicted to crack? Did you have to learn to steal food at 7 because there was nothing to eat at home? Did you ever go a week without any food at all? or heat? Did you ever wake up at 5 years old alone in the house and terrified? Did you ever go without clean clothes for a few weeks or tie bags over your feet to keep them dry inside your shoes?Did you have to leave school in the 6th grade to help out at home? Did you have to dodge bullets and gangs just to get to school and back every day? As a child, did you have to put your drunk mother to bed and watch over her because you were fearful of her dying on you and leaving you alone? Did you get locked in a closet or tied to the bed so your mother could go out to work? Did you ever get beat by your abusive father until your were put in the hospital? How about getting your teeth knocked out by an angry spouse? Did you ever get stalked or threatened with death if you tried to leave an abuser? Were you raped?
If not - you are more fortunate than some of the 'guys' next to you.
Sometimes choices are made as a direct result of our circumstance and environment.
You want to give everyone an even shot - don't start by pushing the notion that all poor people, or even most of them, make bad choices - try understanding that not everyone starts out on equal footing and thank your lucky stars that you got a better start than some. sammies
Well, since you asked:
- Did you have alcoholic parents? Yes, father, didn't clean up till I was 19 and well out of the house. Well, "cleaned up" for him counts as less than a six pack.
- Parents addicted to crack? Not sure what else Dad was hooked on besides the bottle. Mother was addicted to the Witnesses. Still is, or was at the point I quit having anything to do with her. I might have better feelings for her if she did hit the crack pipe. A crack pipe seems easier to quit than religion. I know it took less out of me to quit speed then it did to quit God.
- Did you have to learn to steal food at 7 because there was nothing to eat at home? From the store on the way home from school. I preferred Snickers, cause they were easier to pocket and actually seemed more filling than 3 Muskateers. And off the other kids lunch trays when I didn't have money for school lunch. I got whipped with the handle off a set of window blinds until I bled when I dared steal food off my fathers plate because I was hungry. Even up to the point where I got a job waiting tables I was occasionally hungy enough to take leftovers that other people left. Cutting the bitten half off a burger because the customer only ate half and I couldn't buy groceries until next week isn't something I care to remember, but I did it.
- Did you ever go a week without any food at all? I streched a pack of ramen noodles over three days. Also see above.
- or heat? I have. It was either the propane bill or the electric bill. My blankets stunk because the laundromat was more expensive than I could afford, but they were something at least.
- Did you ever wake up at 5 years old alone in the house and terrified? No, but I was left at middle school for ~6 hours on several occasions because my mother forgot about me or went to meetings. That wasn't fun.
- Did you ever go without clean clothes for a few weeks or tie bags over your feet to keep them dry inside your shoes? Shoes from Goodwill, too big for my feet because I'd grow into them, held together with duct tape I took from the woodshop class when the soles came unglued.
- Did you have to leave school in the 6th grade to help out at home? Pulled from school every tuedsay to help with Field Service until the school put a stop to it. Gods work.
- Did you have to dodge bullets and gangs just to get to school and back every day? Can't say as I did that one. I did get beaten regularly because I was a Witness, though (I've still got a chipped tooth and a couple of scars from some of those fights). Rednecks don't take kindly to folks who don't say the pledge of allegiance.- As a child, did you have to put your drunk mother to bed and watch over her because you were fearful of her dying on you and leaving you alone? No, but I did have to wrestle my father out from under the table after putting out the fire on the stove. Apparently, his drunk, passed out ass thought making hashbrowns at 4 AM would be a good idea. Prolly somewhere after the 18th can of Milwaukee's Best.
- Did you get locked in a closet or tied to the bed so your mother could go out to work? She didn't have a job. unless you count Field Service. Which was too important for my soul to be kept home for.
- Did you ever get beat by your abusive father until your were put in the hospital? No, they couldn't afford the hospital, or doctors, and after all, I earned every ounce of blood that my fathers belt buckle drew, because I sassed back at him. Don't need a hospital to tell him how to raise his kid.
- How about getting your teeth knocked out by an angry spouse? No, but a girlfriend did put a sword through my bedroom door, does that count? I started trying to make some better relationship choices after that. I did have to worry about an angry husband with a lot of guns for awhile though. I'm still not fond of going over into that part of the state.
- Did you ever get stalked or threatened with death if you tried to leave an abuser? Stalked, yes. Threatened with death? Not that I recall (though that sword was pretty damn big). I was threatened with false paternity, accusations about various STD's and being framed for a suicide, though. Again, better relationship choices after that one.
- Were you raped? Physically? No. But that's not the only kind of abuse out there.
The "better foot" that I started out with was a 115 year old house that you could see through the cracks in the walls in places. If I wanted to be warm, then my brother and I sure as hell better get started getting the firewood together and god help us if we didn't put the cover back on the firewood pile. Up until I was 8 or 9 my parents didn't file income taxes because there wasn't enough taxable income.
Anything else you'd like to know about me?
The environment that you're in influences your choices, no doubt. I made plenty of bad choices along the way and paid for them until I didn't think I had anything left. Then I got up and made the choice not to do that again. And if I had spent all my time asking "Who's going to help me out of this?" I'd still be there, I'm certain of that. I'm out because I knew that I was the only person I could ever trust or depend on to change my life. Not my parents, not some politician on his high horse, not my neighbor down the street, certainly not God. When I failed, I was the only one that owned the fault for that, no one else. When I succeed, I owned that too, and I've got piss-poor sympathy for those folks too weak and whining to take responsibility for their own lives. There are plenty of people out there who've done more than me with less to start with for me to think any different.
https://www.socialsecurity.gov/history/ponzi.htm
Research Note #25: Ponzi Schemes vs. Social Security | ||||||||||
The Real Ponzi Charles Ponzi was a Boston investor broker who in the early months of 1920 was momentarily famous as a purveyor of foreign postal coupons who promised fabulous rates of return for his investors. Ponzi issued bonds which offered 50% interest in 45 days, or a 100% profit if held for 90 days. The supposed source of this windfall was the differential earned on trading in postal coupons. The actual profit on the postal coupons never amounted to more than a fraction of a penny each, but it didn't matter to Ponzi since this was not the true source of his profits. Ponzi opened his company, "The Securities Exchange Company," at 27 School Street in Boston the day after Christmas 1919. He was penniless at the time and had to borrow $200 from a furniture dealer in order to furnish his new office. Within days he was collecting money from his initial rounds of investors. He then expanded the circle of investors by collecting money from a larger round of investors. When the bonds of the first investors came due he paid them, with their miraculous profit, using the money collected from the second round of investors. The news of these extraordinary profits swept up and down the east coast and thousands of investors flocked to Ponzi's office for an opportunity to give him their money. Using the money from this new surge of investors he paid off the next round of bonds as they came due, with their full profit, which excited even more frenzy. During the heady days of the spring and early summer of 1920 Ponzi was the toast of the northeast as people rushed to place their economic security in his capable hands. As Ponzi himself described the result: "A huge line of investors, four abreast, stretched from the City Hall Annex . . . all the way to my office! . . . Hope and greed could be read in everybody's countenance. Guessed from the wads of money nervously clutched and waved by thousands of outstretched fists! Madness, money madness, was reflected in everybody's eyes! . . .To the crowd there assembled, I was the realization of their dreams . . . The 'wizard' who could turn a pauper into a millionaire overnight."
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Robdar, the SS/Ponzi Comparisons were originally made by the Left, going back to the 1960s. Here is a more recent excerpt by Paul Krugman:
Social Security is structured from the point of view of the recipients as if it were an ordinary retirement plan: what you get out depends on what you put in. So it does not look like a redistributionist scheme. In practice it has turned out to be strongly redistributionist, but only because of its Ponzi game aspect, in which each generation takes more out than it put in. Well, the Ponzi game will soon be over, thanks to changing demographics, so that the typical recipient henceforth will get only about as much as he or she put in (and today’s young may well get less than they put in).
But SS isn't an investment vehicle, it's an insurance policy. It insures you against the risk of not having income when you retire. Unlike typical investments, you cant outlive your money. It also has a disability and life insurance aspect. The disability and life insurance components are the equivalent of a half a million dollars worth of insurance for the average participant.
(((((corpusdei)))))) Those hugs are not because I feel sorry for you after reading your story. They are for you because you overcame your disadvantages and rose above it. There are many stories out there like yours. People have something in their core that either causes them to think like a victim or think like a survivor. You, my friend, are a survivor. Here is another one: {{{{{{{corpusdei}}}}}}}
3$ for spaghetti sauce!? 750$ for rent!? Which bleeding heart trust fund idiot that wrote this joke?
journey-on>> Thanks. I know my position and opinion sounds cold and cruel and elitest, but it's not that I wish ill on people, anyone who's in a bad place. If you're constantly depending on someone else to get you out of a bad spot, you're always going to wonder what will happen when they're not there. Being able to know that you can do it yourself is independance, freedom, and that's a strength that makes life so much easier. Always knowing that it doesn't matter if you screw up, someone else will always be there to bail you out, seems to me like an addiction only slightly less crippling than one that comes through a needle.
What is rent in your area? If you have kids, a one bedroom won't do. I live in a semi large city and the house in front of me rents out for over $900. It's a 3 bedroom with no yard. It is definitely IN the city with their school system. I suppose a single person could choose to stay in a rat infested hole, that would be prosperity, but the realities are quite harsh. $750 would be a deal where I live, and it was ranked one of the poorest cities in the nation a few years ago.
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