There's no place to run anymore.
The corporate fascists have taken it all.
Bin Laden is dead? So what.
Tomorrow morning I'll get up -- if I bother to go to bed to try to sleep -- and still have no health care, no job, no hope of a job -- and get ready to move to another place to either wait to die from untreated illness or to end my life when I run out of money.
How did this happen?
I let it happen.
I believed that if I worked hard, got an education, and stepped up to take care of my family all would turn out well. It didn't. Life's promise left me out -- and I'm not the only one.
Peace.
1 comment:
It drives me crazy when people blame the unemployed, and it did even when I wasn't part of the crowd as I am now. I was paid well, worked hard, got bonuses, and then got "displaced." Before that happened, I had a few years of not getting training so that my marketable skills are far less than they should be, and yes, I do blame our corporatist masters for taking such a short view in order to feather their own nests at our expense.
I am sorry, S, for your illness and your losses, and wish you all the best.
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