I have a job, a car, food on the table, and a roof over my head. My family benefits from all these things as much as I do. Like most people, I worry about food, shelter, my kids’ college tuition and retirement. I look for ways to save money and economize. I have debts that I pay down monthly. I also pay taxes out of every paycheck. I try to never lose sight of the fact that my job is my lifeline. If I lose my job I’m screwed. I know that living on unemployment would be both undignified as well as difficult for me and my family. I don’t want to make an enemy out of my employer. He’s paying me a fair wage for the work that I do, so that wage he pays me, is not only for my work, but also for my loyalty.
I admire the fundamental character of America—a land of immigrants, most of whom came here to make a better life and most of whom did exactly that. Americans don’t wait around for a hand-out, but when we see suffering we’re willing to offer a hand up. I’m free to tell the world what I think about whoever I want to talk about, but I realize that sometimes a wise man keeps his mouth shut in spite of that freedom. I’m free to practice whatever religion I want to, as long as others aren’t hurt by that practice. I understand that the pursuit of happiness is an inalienable right but that happiness itself is not. I have a say in local, state, and federal government, both in the leaders and the laws. I have the freedom to risk my financial well-being and become an entrepreneur if I want to, or I can continue working my safe hourly wage job. It’s up to me.
I’m not rich, but I’m not poor. I’m very grateful for the opportunities that I’ve been given. I know that there is no country better than this country. I don’t whine. I don’t cry. I don’t complain about some half-empty glass. I love America. I stand up and place my hand over my heart for the Pledge of Allegiance, and the National Anthem. There’s a whole nation full of people just like me. We understand how bad it can get and we’re grateful that it’s not nearly that bad.
I’ve been watching the behavior of the Occupy Wall Street movement, and I’ve been listening to their complaints. They don’t represent me. I don’t believe that 99% of America is a bunch of bratty kids and smelly bums begging for handouts and screaming obscenities and turning over cars and setting fires and defecating everywhere. They claim that they’re the 99% but they act like a band of feral apes who’ve escaped from the zoo. They don’t represent America. They’re not the 99%. They’re not the 1% either. They’re nothing but a stinking fart in the wind, blessedly blowing away.
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