Please tell me how out of touch with reality I am. My parents were dirt poor. In fact I grew up in a house literally made of dirt in 1854. That was after years of being evicted by spoiled children inheriting the rentals we occupied and took damn good care of. I lived in a travel trailer (that we were pretty much given out of charity) for several months in between. We bottled a year's worth of fruits every fall to get by. We ate rice mixed with powdered milk every morning that was passed down from my great grandmother who was given a bit too much by welfare. You ever tasted that ****? How about goose meat for 60 meals a year? Tastes like sludge, almost worse than the smell of gutting the damn things at 6 years old, or chopping firewood at that age the night before and lighting the morning fire. My father was permanently disabled at a younger age than I am now and society didn't take care of us comfortably. Thank God for that. I've already worked longer than most of you will by retirement age. I've had a full time job since 3rd grade if you include school time. I've permanently had several jobs since 5th grade until about 25, more work in my teen years than half this population will do in a lifetime. I mowed about 10 acres a week in addition to picking and sorting fruit in orchards in the summers, and had a paper route that would make most of you cry.
I wouldn't trade any of that for a plush childhood that taught me to be a whiny little bitch who can't handle the reality of life. I would hate myself if I were the vast majority of the failures that came out of my middle class highschool.
Americans are soft *** puss holes who can't handle the big d coming there way. We live in the wealthiest country in the wealthiest time in the history of the world. If you can't cope then try harder.
So say it one more time how out of touch with reality I am.
