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I haven't read all of this thread. The way it started out seemed like a setup for some political talking points. . . . uuhhhmmm. . . . I don't really respect.

Some of the last posts seem to be more to my liking.

I would like to ask Dal(and Siro) for the actual science that supports the dialectic class warfare. What I've seen is a lot people who accept the idea of working for something they value movin on up. My dad got cut out of his inheritance for disrespecting his father, and made his own little fortune, and took pride in doing it all on his own, without anyone helping him. He made sure I didn't get anything from him.

I didn't think Franklin was old enough to have paper routes as a kid. Wasn't it in the seventies the NPAC started the policy of car deliveries and cut out the paperboys on bikes? That mean you had to be old enough to have a drivers' license. I got my first newspaper route when I was 10. I moved on up to greasy spoon diner jobs when I was 14.

Well, anyway, here's a plug for opportunity. The best thing we could do to "Save America" is let our kids have those jobs the whole world is trying to come here to do. The world just doesn't look the same when you know what you can do with your own hands.
 
I haven't read all of this thread. The way it started out seemed like a setup for some political talking points. . . . uuhhhmmm. . . . I don't really respect.

Some of the last posts seem to be more to my liking.

I would like to ask Dal(and Siro) for the actual science that supports the dialectic class warfare. What I've seen is a lot people who accept the idea of working for something they value movin on up. My dad got cut out of his inheritance for disrespecting his father, and made his own little fortune, and took pride in doing it all on his own, without anyone helping him. He made sure I didn't get anything from him.

I didn't think Franklin was old enough to have paper routes as a kid. Wasn't it in the seventies the NPAC started the policy of car deliveries and cut out the paperboys on bikes? That mean you had to be old enough to have a drivers' license. I got my first newspaper route when I was 10. I moved on up to greasy spoon diner jobs when I was 14.

Well, anyway, here's a plug for opportunity. The best thing we could do to "Save America" is let our kids have those jobs the whole world is trying to come here to do. The world just doesn't look the same when you know what you can do with your own hands.

I got your VM, been way busy.. will call back.
 
Please tell me how out of touch with reality I am. My parents were dirt poor. In fact I grew up in a house literally made of dirt in 1854. That was after years of being evicted by spoiled children inheriting the rentals we occupied and took damn good care of. I lived in a travel trailer (that we were pretty much given out of charity) for several months in between. We bottled a year's worth of fruits every fall to get by. We ate rice mixed with powdered milk every morning that was passed down from my great grandmother who was given a bit too much by welfare. You ever tasted that ****? How about goose meat for 60 meals a year? Tastes like sludge, almost worse than the smell of gutting the damn things at 6 years old, or chopping firewood at that age the night before and lighting the morning fire. My father was permanently disabled at a younger age than I am now and society didn't take care of us comfortably. Thank God for that. I've already worked longer than most of you will by retirement age. I've had a full time job since 3rd grade if you include school time. I've permanently had several jobs since 5th grade until about 25, more work in my teen years than half this population will do in a lifetime. I mowed about 10 acres a week in addition to picking and sorting fruit in orchards in the summers, and had a paper route that would make most of you cry.

I wouldn't trade any of that for a plush childhood that taught me to be a whiny little bitch who can't handle the reality of life. I would hate myself if I were the vast majority of the failures that came out of my middle class highschool.

Americans are soft *** puss holes who can't handle the big d coming there way. We live in the wealthiest country in the wealthiest time in the history of the world. If you can't cope then try harder.


So say it one more time how out of touch with reality I am.

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I think that is great that you ivercame adversity to be a successful person and an upstanding citizen. I probably should have said that I see a different reality from the one you see, not that you are out of touch. I understand that you are a hard worker, and have a thoroughly american success story. I truly respect that.

The differences I see are that I can not imagine a scenario where a college student can take a full time course load, perform well, and make $30k annually. I also do not know a single person from my cohort of college graduates who started at more than $50k annually after completing a four year degree. I have a pretty good cross section of friends in varied fields, including engineering, healthcare, education, business, and so forth. My view of reality is that for recent college graduates, it is a very competitive workforce, and for one to stand out, it takes experience, which is difficult to get when you don't have experience to begin with.

The average college graduate in Utah makes about $42,000, or at least that's what is reported. Sure, hard working individuals can move up, but I personally have not seen a lot of people in their first 5 years of a career make significantly more than that. Even a few mechanical and civil engineer friends that I have had to get a masters degree before making over $50k.

I agree with your sentiment that hard workers can stand out, but I disagree with how easy you seem to think it is to make a lot of money. That may be due to my personal and family experiences, and I am sure it is to a certain extent. I also did not mean to offend you with my comment about you being out of touch with reality, and should have worded it differently.
 
I haven't read all of this thread. The way it started out seemed like a setup for some political talking points. . . . uuhhhmmm. . . . I don't really respect.

Some of the last posts seem to be more to my liking.

I would like to ask Dal(and Siro) for the actual science that supports the dialectic class warfare. What I've seen is a lot people who accept the idea of working for something they value movin on up. My dad got cut out of his inheritance for disrespecting his father, and made his own little fortune, and took pride in doing it all on his own, without anyone helping him. He made sure I didn't get anything from him.

I didn't think Franklin was old enough to have paper routes as a kid. Wasn't it in the seventies the NPAC started the policy of car deliveries and cut out the paperboys on bikes? That mean you had to be old enough to have a drivers' license. I got my first newspaper route when I was 10. I moved on up to greasy spoon diner jobs when I was 14.

Well, anyway, here's a plug for opportunity. The best thing we could do to "Save America" is let our kids have those jobs the whole world is trying to come here to do. The world just doesn't look the same when you know what you can do with your own hands.


I had paper routes on my bike from like 1994-96, so it was still around then
 
I had paper routes on my bike from like 1994-96, so it was still around then

hhmmm. . . . guess I haven't been in that area. In my ghetto there was a retarded guy who did detail yard chores for years. It was a proud success picture when he got a bike tricked out to carry his gear. . . . it could pull a small wagon with a load. I'd say if that guy could do it, anyone really could if they cared to.

Parents might have just insisted on driving the kids, though, in that part of town. . . .
 
hhmmm. . . . guess I haven't been in that area. In my ghetto there was a retarded guy who did detail yard chores for years. It was a proud success picture when he got a bike tricked out to carry his gear. . . . it could pull a small wagon with a load. I'd say if that guy could do it, anyone really could if they cared to.

Parents might have just insisted on driving the kids, though, in that part of town. . . .
I grew up in kearns. There was this guy with some sort of cognitive disability that fixed bikes and sold them. He was always riding around with an extra bike to sell to kids. We liked him because he could hit a hook shot from anywhere, and he would show us pictures of him "practicing" with the Jazz. I bet fishonjazz probably remembers this guy too, being from kearns.
 
I grew up in kearns. There was this guy with some sort of cognitive disability that fixed bikes and sold them. He was always riding around with an extra bike to sell to kids. We liked him because he could hit a hook shot from anywhere, and he would show us pictures of him "practicing" with the Jazz. I bet fishonjazz probably remembers this guy too, being from kearns.

I should probably go PC and change the word "retarded" to "cognitive disability" or something. I don't care, I've been called everything. Up to grade five I was the class dunce, the snickeroo, or worse. . . .I like the flavor of words in the language that reflects the whole gamut of sensibilities/insensitivities. I like the toughness we can cultivate if we care to, or maybe I should say, if we can manage to, that enables a person to have more dignity than the mob, or the society does, no matter what they do to him.

"idiot savant" syndrome has a lot of facets. We all have some of that because of the way we focus our minds on certain things. On those things we are savants. On the things we aren't aware of, we're idiots. We are all some kind of chimera, intellectually, of imbecility and genius.
 
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