I'm going to go out on a limb here.

During the LA riots back in 92 some people used the anarchy to burn down Korean, Arab and Indian run stores and shops. Why? Because they were jealous. They weren't mad at the cops or the old white guys running the big corporations, they were mad at people who arrived in the US without a goddamn dime and within two years owned a home and a successful business.

Many Americans do not have the work ethic or gumption to get off their asses and make something of themselves.

I don't give a flying fuck if you are a homeless drifter who writes poetry or plays a banjo... at least you are doing something.

How many people complain about being trapped in an office cubicle or working for the man, being held down and not being able to get a break. Fuck breaks! You have to make your own.

These same bastards are buying 6 dollar coffees each morning, eating an 11 dollar lunch at some shit assed bistro and drinking 40 or 50 dollars worth of overpriced booze at some pickup joint at least three times a week.

Wake the hell up! Take some of that cash and put it toward something useful like an education, your own business or a gun to put in your mouth so I don't have to listen to your mealy mouth "woe is me" bullshit anymore.

Some people insist on living like Paris Hilton by way of credit cards, payday loans and floating hot checks. Then they cry like little babies when they are forced to give blowjobs in the park so they don't lose their 40 inch plasma TV and Caddilac
Escalade.

I'm not going to go into all the fucking sacrifices I've made to survive on my own the last 20 years but I will tell you I had furniture that came from in front of a dumpster ate creamed corn and day old bread sandwiches and drove a 20 year old wrecked car with no AC, radio or brakes. Lets just suffice it to say there were no luxuries but the bills were paid, and all my shit was squared away.

It's about priorities

I frequently have to deal with relatives that want to borrow money from me. I find it really difficult to take them seriously when they walk up to my door with a frappacino, pack of Marlboro's and a bag of Burger King telling me that they can't make their cell phone payment and would I please loan them nine hundred fucking dollars.

Nine hundred dollars for a cell phone bill? Are they fucking insane? I told them to throw the fucker away and get a pre-paid phone if it was really a necessity. I even offered to give them my old phone, all they needed was to buy some minutes.

They got really pissed off and haven't spoken to me in over two years. Good riddance assholes.

It just goes to show that the values in this country have gone down the shitter. People care more about their possessions, trivial luxuries and partying than actually thinking about the future or taking steps to fulfill some lasting legacy... other than a mound of debt and a list of lame excuses.