Open Thoughts Friday

This is what America and our skewed, totally fucked political and economic system does to you.  Never thought I'd be wishing for a day of warehouse work at near minimum wage (well okay, Oregon's is the 2nd highest in the country after WA but it still ain't shit, although it does put food on the table).

I really never made much, but I've always lived frugally and always managed to live well until just a couple years ago.  Most I ever made in a year was just upwards of $40,000 a few years ago.  The same people who want folks like me to starve almost spend half that on a few fucking dinners and bottles of wine these days.

In any other country, we'd be calling for heads on sticks and severed dicks.  But not here.  Not in America, where even many so-called progressives still believe the president who's failed us so miserably shits candy and blows rainbows out of his nose...

Matt Taibbi (as usual) said it best the other day -

The mania for elegiac slobbering is one of the most disgusting things about this country, but you'll never see a clearer example of America's unique capacity for this sort of activity than this Steinbrenner business. When Bruce Springsteen dies, it won't be appropriate to make jokes about millions of Americans fawning over a dead Boss. But in George "The Boss" Steinbrenner's case, it fits perfectly, because Steinbrenner was in every conceivable way the prototypical office tyrant and the fact that he's being uninterruptedly worshipped after his death by a nation of cubicle slaves tells you almost everything you need to know about the modern American psyche.

In no other country do people genuinely love their bosses the way Americans do. They'll go home after 12 hard hours of capricious superiors peeing in their faces, and the very first thing they'll do is call up some talk radio show and denounce the graduated income tax that gives them a break at their bosses' expense. In other countries bosses need to constantly fend off revolts and strikes; in America people tune in by the millions to cheer on an impetuous, bloated asshole like Donald Trump as he ritualistically fires a succession of sheepish sacrificial stand-ins who are clearly chosen for their resemblance to the target demographic. And The Apprentice was just one of many reality shows where people literally jack off to their own job insecurity!

& yeah. you're absolutely correct in your comments above.
i don't know why it's like that or how to change it....

i'll be cleaning out a junk closet today, getting rid of stuff

"Indeed, if a poor man will spend a year in prison for stealing out of hunger,
how high would the gallows need to be to hang the rich man?"
~The Patrician in 'Snuff' by Terry Pratchett

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"Indeed, if a poor man will spend a year in prison for stealing out of hunger,
how high would the gallows need to be to hang the rich man?"
~The Patrician in 'Snuff' by Terry Pratchett

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She did not disappoint.  She wrote that she likes this recipe b/c it's fast & easy, can be made in one pot, and her picky eater will eat it.  I think it sounds pretty good, too, esp. if you use Italian sausage.  What do y'all think?

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