This weekend going to my folk's house, we spent a couple hours on I-35. I couldn't help noticing the big signs set up in Austin and San Antonio set up to give information we can kind of use. It used to be the carried Amber Alerts only. Amber is a good name for it, I visualize a pretty golden haired little white girl plus it is technically a color so the name has a dual purpose. I say white girl not because I choose to be "salty", but as I have read online and seen videos on YouTube, when little Shaniqua gets kidnapped, she won't get listed on these machines. From what it appears, it is usually a family member that has "kidnapped" the child, more than likely after a divorce or separation. We are supposed to always be thinking of human trafficking, but I don't think it happens as much as it is sensationalized. Then again, I don't know, I am not an expert.
I noticed a couple of times and I have seen it many other times, the Silver Alert, that is an elderly family member taking off in the family sedan, always like a Ford Taurus from the 90s. Dementia is not funny, but the color they chose to portray seems a little too "on the nose". Most of the time it is a family member who has taken off and forgotten where they were going or shouldn't be driving in the first place. I can't imagine the elderly being kidnapped for any real reason. If they took my dad, it would just be "ooh ooh ooh, with his little T-rex arms that he can't reach out any more than a cigarette is from his mouth." Unless the bad guys need an old man to sit in a barstool and feed quarters into a slot machine, then maybe my dad is their guy.
Looking at the website, apparently there is also a blue alert, which is for when a criminal has shot at or killed a police officer. I can see this being really helpful, but why just limit it to police officers. If I was killed and the bad guys took off, I would want them caught, and if they have a description of the vehicle, maybe a license plate, use the technology that exists. I don't care if it has to be a brown alert for a Hispanic, as long as society has a chance to help.
I don't know how much these signs help, but it is a step in the right direction, as far as keeping us informed of whatever is going on. Most of us may ignore the sign, but maybe one day we notice the car we just read about and we get to be the hero of the minute, that would be cool.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Sunday, January 29, 2017
1/30/17 Downtown Austin Sucks Smelly Gonads?
I had the privilege of driving Wife downtown today so she could scout where she has a conference tomorrow. I love Austin, but I hate having to go downtown for any reason. There is nothing but the gathering cesspool of everything that makes a city shitty. There was construction on 1st or Cesar Chavez Street. We had to go down a smaller road to get off the frontage and into the downtown area. It was so nice watching the hipsters and the bro-bro's crossing the street while we had the right of way. It really has changed downtown from the last time I remember. There used to be a big empty lot used for parking to go to the Convention Center. That lot is long gone and yet another tall building is going up in its place.
We drove around looking for places she could park and did not really see any open places except of course next to the hobo village. I cannot believe that place is still sitting there hemorrhaging unemployables out every nook and cranny. I cannot understand the long term goal of this building on 7th Street by the frontage of IH-35. Last time I remember, this place was exactly the same. Just an outhouse where people with no place to go end up at.
I figured at least we could eat somewhere cool, but we tried a restaurant and they were closing at 3:00pm. Other places we saw just seemed full of hipsters sitting outside and I never like a restaurant that is full of people. Before I knew it, we jumped back on IH-35 and we were heading south. I really didn't want to but we ended up at Culver's, because I love their sourdough melts and it is just a little out of the way for us to go eat their during the week.
Just last week, they had the boat show in the same Convention Center and I did want to go, but the weekend came and went and I got sidetracked by the family visiting. I am not buying a boat this year, but maybe in the next few years. I loved the feeling of being out on the lake on any given afternoon. It felt like really getting away from it all.
Oh well, it is on Wife, she has to drive downtown in the morning, find parking, probably under the Sixth Street bridge, and walking over to the Convention Center six blocks away. At least we get to enjoy her here. Today was nice, she didn't get up and rush off. We slept in, after getting in late from our run to Crystal City yesterday. We had a little lunch, even Boy joined us, so it was like we were a normal family for once.
The rest of the afternoon was a lazy day, I sort of napped, Wife watched her shows in room with me, boys hung out. We then ate from 1st Wok as we saw a few more shows from the DVR. We cannot possibly catch up with all the shows we have recorded, but it gives us something to do. She is here until Wednesday, so that is good. On a side note, my sister is in town and wanted to get together tonight for dinner, but then called that they were eating dinner as a group over there. Maybe she can escape with Wife in the afternoon either Monday or Tuesday and have lunch with us.
We drove around looking for places she could park and did not really see any open places except of course next to the hobo village. I cannot believe that place is still sitting there hemorrhaging unemployables out every nook and cranny. I cannot understand the long term goal of this building on 7th Street by the frontage of IH-35. Last time I remember, this place was exactly the same. Just an outhouse where people with no place to go end up at.
I figured at least we could eat somewhere cool, but we tried a restaurant and they were closing at 3:00pm. Other places we saw just seemed full of hipsters sitting outside and I never like a restaurant that is full of people. Before I knew it, we jumped back on IH-35 and we were heading south. I really didn't want to but we ended up at Culver's, because I love their sourdough melts and it is just a little out of the way for us to go eat their during the week.
Just last week, they had the boat show in the same Convention Center and I did want to go, but the weekend came and went and I got sidetracked by the family visiting. I am not buying a boat this year, but maybe in the next few years. I loved the feeling of being out on the lake on any given afternoon. It felt like really getting away from it all.
Oh well, it is on Wife, she has to drive downtown in the morning, find parking, probably under the Sixth Street bridge, and walking over to the Convention Center six blocks away. At least we get to enjoy her here. Today was nice, she didn't get up and rush off. We slept in, after getting in late from our run to Crystal City yesterday. We had a little lunch, even Boy joined us, so it was like we were a normal family for once.
The rest of the afternoon was a lazy day, I sort of napped, Wife watched her shows in room with me, boys hung out. We then ate from 1st Wok as we saw a few more shows from the DVR. We cannot possibly catch up with all the shows we have recorded, but it gives us something to do. She is here until Wednesday, so that is good. On a side note, my sister is in town and wanted to get together tonight for dinner, but then called that they were eating dinner as a group over there. Maybe she can escape with Wife in the afternoon either Monday or Tuesday and have lunch with us.
1/29/17 Niece's 13th Birthday?
Saturday was a busy day. My day started at 9:00am. My plan was to get up early and wash my truck since I hadn't in over a month when my yearly membership ended. The part that was going to suck was that the temperature was around 40 degrees in the morning. Wife did not want to be bothered, her plan was to sleep until 10:30, then get up and get dressed. I decided to bother her anyway for some good old fashioned loving and five minutes later it was still just as cold. I remembered I had a card from the car wash place for some free washes which were meant for Wife or Boy. I headed down there and got my truck washed while I waited inside and played on my phone.
I came home, showered, and we were on the road around noon. We drove until we got to this new gas station Wife has been raving about. She mentions the tacos all the time and man!, it did not disappoint. The barbacoa was delicious in a homemade tortilla, the brisket had that charred black outside but perfectly tasting, with the hot sauce only making it better. I was surprised even the sausage was excellent. This gas station is slightly south of Von Ormy, on I-35.
After enjoying the tacos, we got back on the road, I managed to drive all the way without getting sleepy, so that was a win for me, considering, all the sleepiness I have been experiencing lately. We got to Crystal just as the party was starting, and we headed straight to the destination. I spent most of my time talking with my brother outside, saying hi to various guests who showed up a little late. Wife spent most of her time talking to one of her old best friends from junior high. Chubs spent his time playing and running around with his younger cousins.
The party was Mexican themed and they served tamales, mole, rice, and beans, and nachos. After the party finished, we stayed behind as usual, and cleaned. We then took the 2 birthday cakes that were left over to my Mom's house and had some coffee with a slice of cake. We sat and talked for awhile until I pushed my mom's buttons with my atheist rants. We hit the road but I managed to only drive past La Pryor. Wife then drove while I took a nap. Wife woke me when we arrived at same gas station. Incidentally, she gave me the keys while I was more asleep than awake, and she ran into the bathroom. I stayed behind to fill the gas tank, and wait for Chubs to wake up and put his shoes on. I locked the truck and then Wife told me that she did not have the keys. Luckily, we had just gone through the exercise with the pizza guy last week and I quickly looked for the code amongst my thousands of pics. I found it, and was able to avoid a costly call to a locksmith. We got to the gas station a little too late, they had just closed the taco hut, so we just got burritos and other crap and ate at one of their tables. We managed to get to the house by about 12:30am, a little late, but happy to get home and sleep in our bed.
I came home, showered, and we were on the road around noon. We drove until we got to this new gas station Wife has been raving about. She mentions the tacos all the time and man!, it did not disappoint. The barbacoa was delicious in a homemade tortilla, the brisket had that charred black outside but perfectly tasting, with the hot sauce only making it better. I was surprised even the sausage was excellent. This gas station is slightly south of Von Ormy, on I-35.
After enjoying the tacos, we got back on the road, I managed to drive all the way without getting sleepy, so that was a win for me, considering, all the sleepiness I have been experiencing lately. We got to Crystal just as the party was starting, and we headed straight to the destination. I spent most of my time talking with my brother outside, saying hi to various guests who showed up a little late. Wife spent most of her time talking to one of her old best friends from junior high. Chubs spent his time playing and running around with his younger cousins.
The party was Mexican themed and they served tamales, mole, rice, and beans, and nachos. After the party finished, we stayed behind as usual, and cleaned. We then took the 2 birthday cakes that were left over to my Mom's house and had some coffee with a slice of cake. We sat and talked for awhile until I pushed my mom's buttons with my atheist rants. We hit the road but I managed to only drive past La Pryor. Wife then drove while I took a nap. Wife woke me when we arrived at same gas station. Incidentally, she gave me the keys while I was more asleep than awake, and she ran into the bathroom. I stayed behind to fill the gas tank, and wait for Chubs to wake up and put his shoes on. I locked the truck and then Wife told me that she did not have the keys. Luckily, we had just gone through the exercise with the pizza guy last week and I quickly looked for the code amongst my thousands of pics. I found it, and was able to avoid a costly call to a locksmith. We got to the gas station a little too late, they had just closed the taco hut, so we just got burritos and other crap and ate at one of their tables. We managed to get to the house by about 12:30am, a little late, but happy to get home and sleep in our bed.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
1/28/17 The Gift
What do you give somebody when they have everything and your best effort will probably end up getting exchanged, or worst, lost? My brother's daughter who pretty much gets everything she asks for and a lot she doesn't even ask at times. When daddy does alright as a lawyer, what are we going to find and buy that he hasn't already?
When she was a little younger, it was fun to go in an opposite direction. When everyone was giving her Barbies because they are the pretty girls doll, we would go with the Monster High dolls, just to change it up. They were a cool line of dolls, think what Frankenstein's daughter would look like, or Dracula's daughter and in theory they all went to high school together. As easy as this was, she is now older and outgrown this phase.
With boys, it is so much easier. From about 7 to 20, it is perfectly cool to give them a video game of one kind or another. Both boys play a lot of video games, just yesterday, Chubs was trying to wheel and deal with me "what if I get all A's and B's, can I get a new video game?" I was like yeah, now go away. Boy still gets video games as gifts, but it is about all they do, so why not.
Girls are so much more difficult. But, all of a sudden, like a ray of light, James Avery has a boutique in Dillard's and that is right up my alley. It is easy because Dillard's has always been one of my stores, and we can use the store card there. We ended up using Dillard's for most of the girls on our Christmas list, from both my sisters in law who we each got when we pulled names, to Girlie, to Boys girl friend, to even Wife's nephew, who wanted a chain with a cross. He already had a chain with a cross by the time he opened our gift, so we traded it for a big goofy bass, which he loved, now that he goes fishing all the time.
My niece fits right into this store too, as she is in cheerleading, and band, and doing various religious activities, like communion and all that jazz. Heck, even my Mom likes the bracelets with multi attachments. We got her a tiny dachshund since she has her Chloe. It helps that the dog is cool and loving, I never liked her last dog, a Chihuahua that came after you, for no reason.
We looked at clothing, but decided that would be a waste. They have a dress code, like Chubs, where they have to wear certain colors for each grade and stick to polo shirts. What would be the fun then of giving her an outfit she wouldn't wear.
I'd like to give her books to challenge her way of thinking, but my Mom already hates that both my boys think along my lines when it comes to religion. Maybe she is safer having thoughts like the majority of people in small town America. After all, I don't think my brother is going to let her run away to the big city
When she was a little younger, it was fun to go in an opposite direction. When everyone was giving her Barbies because they are the pretty girls doll, we would go with the Monster High dolls, just to change it up. They were a cool line of dolls, think what Frankenstein's daughter would look like, or Dracula's daughter and in theory they all went to high school together. As easy as this was, she is now older and outgrown this phase.
With boys, it is so much easier. From about 7 to 20, it is perfectly cool to give them a video game of one kind or another. Both boys play a lot of video games, just yesterday, Chubs was trying to wheel and deal with me "what if I get all A's and B's, can I get a new video game?" I was like yeah, now go away. Boy still gets video games as gifts, but it is about all they do, so why not.
Girls are so much more difficult. But, all of a sudden, like a ray of light, James Avery has a boutique in Dillard's and that is right up my alley. It is easy because Dillard's has always been one of my stores, and we can use the store card there. We ended up using Dillard's for most of the girls on our Christmas list, from both my sisters in law who we each got when we pulled names, to Girlie, to Boys girl friend, to even Wife's nephew, who wanted a chain with a cross. He already had a chain with a cross by the time he opened our gift, so we traded it for a big goofy bass, which he loved, now that he goes fishing all the time.
My niece fits right into this store too, as she is in cheerleading, and band, and doing various religious activities, like communion and all that jazz. Heck, even my Mom likes the bracelets with multi attachments. We got her a tiny dachshund since she has her Chloe. It helps that the dog is cool and loving, I never liked her last dog, a Chihuahua that came after you, for no reason.
We looked at clothing, but decided that would be a waste. They have a dress code, like Chubs, where they have to wear certain colors for each grade and stick to polo shirts. What would be the fun then of giving her an outfit she wouldn't wear.
I'd like to give her books to challenge her way of thinking, but my Mom already hates that both my boys think along my lines when it comes to religion. Maybe she is safer having thoughts like the majority of people in small town America. After all, I don't think my brother is going to let her run away to the big city
Friday, January 27, 2017
1/27/17 Bukowski's Post Office (novel 1 for 2017)
Charles Bukowski has quickly become my favorite writer, he is famous for being an "American Low-Life." His stories are never ones of champions or of overcoming anything monumental. He is happy to live in the gutter and to just get by with enough for a fifth of whiskey for the night, and to bang an occasional floozy.
Post Office was his debut novel and seems to be based in truth covering a good portion of his life although he goes masquerading as Henry Chinaski. He takes us through probably a total of twenty years of his life or so and begins most appropriately with "It began as a mistake." He got a part time job with the postal service to get money over the holidays, and before he knew it, that is all he was equipped to do, so even after he left it for a few years, he came back to it and did a twelve year stint. He went through three or four women he lived with in that time. His first wife left him and he encountered her later in life, just in time to see her wasted to nothing but a mess. He eventually buries her in as he called it, "half a funeral, and a dead wreath."
He was at his best at the racetracks, and seemed to have a knack for picking winners. He wasn't greedy, always happy to make fifty bucks a day, enough to keep him going and enjoy his small salad with a steak.
Work at the post office is what slowly sucked the life out of him. At a certain point, he started having fainting spells or near fainting spells which the doctors could never figure out. He blamed it on the job, where they were expected to work like machines and get written up anytime he acted human. To Chinaski (his name in the story), all supervisors were the same, ball busting and strung tight.
All his women were loose though. He seemed to pick up damaged women, almost as bad as he. It seemed funny how he described it, when his fist lady Betty left him after accusing him of screwing the lady living in front and the whore living in back. After moving to the first place he saw with a sign, he muttered about just losing three women and a dog.
Before going back to the post office he hooked up with a girl from Texas. Her family had money, and he was aware, but he never really cared about that. She insisted they make it on their own, so he begrudgingly applied back with the post office, and eventually she left him for a man who looked better.
This is my first novel of the year, and I am planning on reading at least twelve new books this year. I believe I am getting stupider, spending all my time looking at half naked bimbos on my phone. I used to read while on the throne, either an encyclopedia, newspaper, magazine, or book. Now I like to plan my movements on when I have a good 10-15 girls to check out on Snapchat, I am wasting a great opportunity to enrich myself right there.
Post Office was his debut novel and seems to be based in truth covering a good portion of his life although he goes masquerading as Henry Chinaski. He takes us through probably a total of twenty years of his life or so and begins most appropriately with "It began as a mistake." He got a part time job with the postal service to get money over the holidays, and before he knew it, that is all he was equipped to do, so even after he left it for a few years, he came back to it and did a twelve year stint. He went through three or four women he lived with in that time. His first wife left him and he encountered her later in life, just in time to see her wasted to nothing but a mess. He eventually buries her in as he called it, "half a funeral, and a dead wreath."
He was at his best at the racetracks, and seemed to have a knack for picking winners. He wasn't greedy, always happy to make fifty bucks a day, enough to keep him going and enjoy his small salad with a steak.
Work at the post office is what slowly sucked the life out of him. At a certain point, he started having fainting spells or near fainting spells which the doctors could never figure out. He blamed it on the job, where they were expected to work like machines and get written up anytime he acted human. To Chinaski (his name in the story), all supervisors were the same, ball busting and strung tight.
All his women were loose though. He seemed to pick up damaged women, almost as bad as he. It seemed funny how he described it, when his fist lady Betty left him after accusing him of screwing the lady living in front and the whore living in back. After moving to the first place he saw with a sign, he muttered about just losing three women and a dog.
Before going back to the post office he hooked up with a girl from Texas. Her family had money, and he was aware, but he never really cared about that. She insisted they make it on their own, so he begrudgingly applied back with the post office, and eventually she left him for a man who looked better.
This is my first novel of the year, and I am planning on reading at least twelve new books this year. I believe I am getting stupider, spending all my time looking at half naked bimbos on my phone. I used to read while on the throne, either an encyclopedia, newspaper, magazine, or book. Now I like to plan my movements on when I have a good 10-15 girls to check out on Snapchat, I am wasting a great opportunity to enrich myself right there.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
1/26/17 Nickel And Diming Me To Death?
I hate the start of the year. There are always recurring bills that pop up to slow us down. First of all, we always overdo it during the holidays, although we showed a lot of self control, even if nobody gave a crap about the gifts, at least we didn't get poor from buying them. Still, we charged about $900 in Dillard's, mostly because we bought some new clothes, $600 in Target, the bulk of the toys/pajamas for all the nephews and young ones. Then there was $700 or so at Best Buy, helping out Santa, and another $500 or so on another credit card.
That isn't so bad, but then we get the adjusted amount for escrow, and we have to either pay $811.00 or expect to see our monthly bill go up like $70. That is how we gradually went from $2500 to $3200 for our mortgage. I told Wife I wanted to pay whatever shortage we have on the escrow so our monthly mortgage bill doesn't change now that we refinanced. That was pretty much the profit I had made from selling the boat, oh well. Of course, I forgot about our annual HOA fee, which totally sucks because we have been paying $530 a year and I don't see that we get anything for that money. There is a dinky park, and during the holidays, they do the absolute minimum effort to put lights on the trees. I am convinced my fat ass could hang lights better than the company we hire every year, it is such a lame effort.
The start of the year also corresponds with the start of the spring semester and that always means helping Boy out with what his loans don't cover, usually about $700 or so, for the 14-15 hours he is always taking. Don't forget to add another $300-400 for books.
And last but not least, my leg. I finally got a bill which I decided to be super responsible and jump right on it. I put the St. David's charge on a credit card, which was $812, thinking that wasn't too bad, only to get another bill for the next two months, that bill is $620, or so. This does not include the fact that the receptionist told me not to worry about paying the copay every Monday that I go to the office to get re-bandaged. He wasn't sure and neither was I whether I had to pay the $50 every time, but don't worry, some invisible person is keeping track and they had no problem sending me a bill that I owed $250 for all the co-pays I hadn't done. I paid half of them a couple weeks ago, of course, I got the revised bill and I am still going once a week, so it is back to $250.
I could either cry at all the dinky little bills, or I can be happy, for example, I didn't lose my leg. I did finally see a little OT in my last check, so that is a silver lining on a brown turd. I have to hope we get a ton of work and I get a couple weeks of OT, or that we get a fat income tax return from old President Trump.
That isn't so bad, but then we get the adjusted amount for escrow, and we have to either pay $811.00 or expect to see our monthly bill go up like $70. That is how we gradually went from $2500 to $3200 for our mortgage. I told Wife I wanted to pay whatever shortage we have on the escrow so our monthly mortgage bill doesn't change now that we refinanced. That was pretty much the profit I had made from selling the boat, oh well. Of course, I forgot about our annual HOA fee, which totally sucks because we have been paying $530 a year and I don't see that we get anything for that money. There is a dinky park, and during the holidays, they do the absolute minimum effort to put lights on the trees. I am convinced my fat ass could hang lights better than the company we hire every year, it is such a lame effort.
The start of the year also corresponds with the start of the spring semester and that always means helping Boy out with what his loans don't cover, usually about $700 or so, for the 14-15 hours he is always taking. Don't forget to add another $300-400 for books.
And last but not least, my leg. I finally got a bill which I decided to be super responsible and jump right on it. I put the St. David's charge on a credit card, which was $812, thinking that wasn't too bad, only to get another bill for the next two months, that bill is $620, or so. This does not include the fact that the receptionist told me not to worry about paying the copay every Monday that I go to the office to get re-bandaged. He wasn't sure and neither was I whether I had to pay the $50 every time, but don't worry, some invisible person is keeping track and they had no problem sending me a bill that I owed $250 for all the co-pays I hadn't done. I paid half of them a couple weeks ago, of course, I got the revised bill and I am still going once a week, so it is back to $250.
I could either cry at all the dinky little bills, or I can be happy, for example, I didn't lose my leg. I did finally see a little OT in my last check, so that is a silver lining on a brown turd. I have to hope we get a ton of work and I get a couple weeks of OT, or that we get a fat income tax return from old President Trump.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
1/25/17 Disparity In Trump And His Supporters?
Over the weekend I read an interesting story of a guy who had worked hard to help get Trump elected. He was in one of the important states, election wise, and he was in charge of organizing the Republican party in his area. As a reward for a job well done, he was invited to the Inauguration on Friday. The sad part of the story was that he was relying and discussing with his mom about renting a tuxedo, which was going to be $100, then the ticket was going to be another $100, and a bus ticket was going to be another $50. He mentioned what about lunch, at which point one of his buddies said we can pack sandwiches. Listening to this part, the real part of the story, I was left thinking, what do you get out of this president that you felt like you needed to reach out like he was a friend in need? Trump is a billionaire, much like all the other rich out of reach millionaires that take public office, Joe Six Pack will never be a friend to those elitists, yet Mr. Rich Guy doesn't get in without the Simpleton vote.
It reminds me of this guy I know. He doesn't have two nickels to rub together, yet he is ecstatic that Trump won, he is going to bring jobs back. I don't understand what that means, I have a good job for over twenty years, one of my brothers is a lawyer, he has a good job, even my sister has pushed herself to become a Principal, which is very demanding, but again, a great job. Wife got her master's degree and it took awhile, but she never gave up, and now she is on a good path, even if we are sacrificing being together during the week, for now. Good jobs have been here all along, you just need to show some focus, get some schooling and get involved. My job wasn't given to me because I'm a good old boy and I deserved it. I worked my ass off, I switched to nights, I moved and stayed in a big city. Trump is not making this a country of opportunity, this has always been a country of opportunity, for the people that can manage to get off their asses.
I find it odd, that poor people are lining up for Trump, like he is going to do them a favor somehow, kind of like how Obama was going to make things right for all black people, as we saw in so many youtube videos, but why? The poor always seem to line up with the conservative right, for some reason, at least under the Bush combos, they used religion and I could see the scam there, but Trump never wasted any energy bringing up going to church on Sundays. I don't know and that is not my point, whether Trump is religious or not, but I want to know why the poorest people line up and support the Republican Party when they are so obviously not your friend. When you are unemployed, who makes sure you at least get that check from Uncle Sam so you don't starve? The Democratic Party. Sure, there is abuse, but you honest people only take from Uncle Sam when you need it, right?
It reminds me of this guy I know. He doesn't have two nickels to rub together, yet he is ecstatic that Trump won, he is going to bring jobs back. I don't understand what that means, I have a good job for over twenty years, one of my brothers is a lawyer, he has a good job, even my sister has pushed herself to become a Principal, which is very demanding, but again, a great job. Wife got her master's degree and it took awhile, but she never gave up, and now she is on a good path, even if we are sacrificing being together during the week, for now. Good jobs have been here all along, you just need to show some focus, get some schooling and get involved. My job wasn't given to me because I'm a good old boy and I deserved it. I worked my ass off, I switched to nights, I moved and stayed in a big city. Trump is not making this a country of opportunity, this has always been a country of opportunity, for the people that can manage to get off their asses.
I find it odd, that poor people are lining up for Trump, like he is going to do them a favor somehow, kind of like how Obama was going to make things right for all black people, as we saw in so many youtube videos, but why? The poor always seem to line up with the conservative right, for some reason, at least under the Bush combos, they used religion and I could see the scam there, but Trump never wasted any energy bringing up going to church on Sundays. I don't know and that is not my point, whether Trump is religious or not, but I want to know why the poorest people line up and support the Republican Party when they are so obviously not your friend. When you are unemployed, who makes sure you at least get that check from Uncle Sam so you don't starve? The Democratic Party. Sure, there is abuse, but you honest people only take from Uncle Sam when you need it, right?
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