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nebekh (formerly known as tom)'s avatar

Complaining about being impoverished is usually complete garbage. I recently heard a sad tale of woe about someone who supposedly qualified for medicaid. Her mother had looked it up. My only question was whether her father drove her over to her medicaid appointments in his Ferrari, or if they kept a low profile in his Mercedes. I have routinely been called rich and privileged by those who had far more money and opportunities than I ever had. If you have to look up that you're poor then you are not. Same goes if you're giddy about telling everyone about your newly discovered impoverishment.

I was raised middle class. It sounds in many ways similar to Surak's description of his own upbringing. I remember the annual family vacation a drive away. The vacations primarily consisted of going for walks and reading. For many years I could not understand the point of driving somewhere else, since that's exactly what we would have done at home. Then I had to cook for myself (if you could call my sorry experiments cooking) and realized that my mother probably enjoyed vacation much more than the rest of us, since all of the meals were planned and prepared by someone else. I think the drive was just long enough to deter anyone complaining and going home and ruining her kitchen break.

These Woke-right jerks just want to be special in all the wrong ways. I have been dissed plenty of times by plenty of people over the years. Just one example, my nutty extended family, now suffering from TDS, has long since treated me like a 2nd class person. It never made me want to join sicko power hungry movements. I believe those of us with similar gripes, and probably worse than the average woke-jerk gripes, I believe we are the majority. If you have even a modicum of genuine humility, I don't see how you fall for the evil hucksters.

Plus, 120,000 sounds like a dang good salary. If I were young (sigh) and at loose ends and I heard about that, I would be in line at the nearest place that would train me in auto mechanics, and I'd already be paging through any relevant textbooks I could find. When you don't need the latest edition, textbooks are usually cheap. Probably you can even get good free reading material. I sure as heck would not be spending time listening to woke mediagogues. Instead, maybe they should listen to Surak's music suggestions. Although I still like John Field despite the fact that he composed past Surak's preferred final quality approved date, by a whisker.

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Working as a mechanic means several things - living in a specific area, showing up to work at a specific time and staying for a certain length of time on certain days of the week (most likely five days per week), every week, all year long, for years. It requires actually DOING something and even - gasp - getting dirty, rather than sitting in a comfortable chair in front of a screen, or working on one’s phone from a fishing boat wherever one chooses to go.

When I was growing up, eating out at a restaurant was a rare and special treat. Most people didn’t fly in an airplane to go anywhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of my cousins have never flown. Grabbing a cup of coffee and a snack every day was not the norm, much less doing so several times per day. Picking up meals or having them delivered was unusual, not a weekly or daily occurrence.

When I got my first full time job as a delivery driver for a Honda dealership (September, 1989), I would get my lunch at a drive-through. I now regret how much money I spent during that 16 months. I could have saved a lot by taking my lunch with me. When I finished at my full time job, I would head over to babysit for two kids in the evenings, usually going straight there from my day job (on the days their mom was working as a dispatcher at the police department). During the day, I earned $4.75/hour (up to $5.00/hour after a year). In the evenings, I earned $2/hour.

I have never bought a new car, and actually don’t want a new car. I would be hyper paranoid about scratches and dents, and I also don’t want to be breathing in the toxic chemicals that are present in a new car. I’d rather have someone else break it in and detoxify it. One time, I called a junk yard to see how much they would give me for my old car. After I told them what all was wrong with it, they knew they would have to come pick it up and were surprised when I said, no, I was still driving it and I could drop it off.

I have a really hard time feeling sorry for young people nowadays when they have so much, yet assume that the things they have should be a given. There is a picture of AOC with her items of privilege. Someone pointed out how she doesn’t even realize how ironic and hypocritical her complaints are with what she carries around and wears every day.

Far too many people want as much as possible for as little effort as possible.

I despair of young people today and their expectations of what they deserve. I find it incredible how much people who are computer savvy can charge for their time while people who are willing to do real work and provide fundamentally necessary services (like growing healthy - not toxic - food) must work several hours to pay for an hour of someone tapping buttons on their computer to fix it. It seems to me that values are all mixed up.

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