Well, even. My husband makes a good living. We do not reach the the 250,000 (that’s a quarter of a million dollars, to put it another way) threshold that some folks were freaking out about when talk of raised taxes began…but we live a fairly nice life. We have a nice house. I can get a nice pair of shoes or a nice handbag now again. We are not rich (really, not even by a stretch), but sometimes I feel rich.
Only it’s not really fun to feel rich this way. There are way too many people suffering all around us. Well, not around us because we’re in middle/upper-middle-class suburban hell…but when I start seeing people standing in highway medians with signs that say “Will work for food,” I know things are getting bad.
OK, so my husband made some good choices, which affords us our decent lifestyle. He worked really, really hard, he has two masters degrees, he saved, he was responsible. Not everyone who falls on hard times makes all the right choices; but I don’t think the proper punishment for a lapse or two in judgement is joblessness and poverty. And let’s set that aside, because the fact is that most people work hard. Most people try. Most people are not looking for a hand-out. Most people just want a shot. A shot at a decent education and a job that let’s them live a decent life and perhaps occasionally treat themselves. (Most people don’t even expect that; I think they should.)
I stand with the 99 percenters. I don’t fucking care what they’re wearing, what they smell like and where they’re pissing. I care that they’re caring and they’re finally doing something. I care the American people are finally waking up the fact that they are getting SCREWED. The wealth gap here in this glorious union is disgraceful. The fact that a record number of Black men are currently unemployed–how is this not considered a national crisis?
Meanwhile, Big Business sits on trillions of dollars because they feel “uncertain.” WTF? Uncertain because you won’t be able to break laws anymore? Skirt paying your fair share in taxes? Because you’ll have to deal with regulations that make sure you can’t screw and/or kill consumers? Uncertain about what, exactly? Please, Big Business, let us know. So we can hold your widdle hands and tell you it will be otay. Being a Master of the Universe capitalist comes with risk. YOU KNOW THIS. If you suddenly cannot handle risk, perhaps you should not be in business.
WHERE ARE THE FUCKING JOBS, JOB CREATORS? And when you’re making record profits and looting pension funds (because executives need more compensation than you working plebes, dammit), do not tell me you are a widdle fwaidy cats who can’t hewup but sit fwozen because Obama and the 99 are SO MEAN to you. You’re doing fine. You’re doing better than fine. You’re doing sociopathically fine, while the world goes to shit around you. So remove your boots from our necks and we’ll think about doing the same to you.
To those 53% fuckfaces, who’s reaction to human suffering is “Fuck you, I got mine”? GO FUCK YOURSELVES. With rusty chainsaws. The proper reaction to hearing that economy sucks and that people have fallen on hard times is “Let me give you a hand up.” Not a smug, nasty “I’d rather starve as long as I can watch you starve a little more.” Come on, that’s psychotic. And lest any wingnut dare question my commitment to this ideal, let me say up front: YES. We would be willing to pay a little more in taxes to ensure that those around do a little bit better. We are not rich, still we are willing. It’s a shame you’re so fucking emotionally destitute you can’t say the same.