Just finished listening to U.S. Senator Elizabeth Warren, Democrat of Massachusetts, talking to Charlie Rose about the attack on the middle class by Wall Street and how the one percent is ignoring the needs of the greater society.
I don’t know why the fixation with the alleged 1.4 million people that fall into that category. I never heard my father talk about them. The Original was just another ordinary bloke. He worked hard, never got rich, but had some property and a car. Typical lower middle class fella in Orlando. He went to church; people liked him; and from all accounts, he was a loyal friend.
He brought people … value. So much value that if the one percent came to dine at a hotel or restaurant he worked at and he was off that night, they would turn around and go somewhere else.
He was … legend.
This is no defense of the one percent. Like my old man keeping a roof over my head, feeding my son, and getting him some semblance of education are the priorities, but as I learned from the Original, if you want something from someone, no matter that someone’s station in life, you have to show some value. Your mere existence and second place status doesn’t guarantee you a medal.
That is probably the hardest thing to grasp in our “entitlement culture.” We think that all we have to do is show up and we score a box of Cracker Jacks. No matter the political economy, life doesn’t work that way.
Rather than listen to some ratched left-wing pundit like Rachel Maddow tell me to get all riled up against a bunch of people allegedly putting the screws to us, we need to build our own screws and screw drivers and keep doing some building of our own. Who knows. Maybe in 100 years our grand kids will be the one percent ….