Feeling Rich These Days?

One in fifteen Americans are now classified as being the poorest of the poor. That is over twenty fucking million people in a country of three hundred million

400 families in this country control over forty percent of the money available to spend..

Do some basic fucking math.

Top Ramen must be booming.

About 20.5 million Americans, or 6.7 percent of the U.S. population, make up the poorest poor, defined as those at 50 percent or less of the official poverty level. Those living in deep poverty represent nearly half of the 46.2 million people scraping by below the poverty line. In 2010, the poorest poor meant an income of $5,570 or less for an individual and $11,157 for a family of four.

That 6.7 percent share is the highest in the 35 years that the Census Bureau has maintained such records, surpassing previous highs in 2009 and 1993 of just over 6 percent.

Broken down by states, 40 states and the District of Columbia had increases in the poorest poor since 2007, and none saw decreases. The District of Columbia ranked highest at 10.7 percent, followed by Mississippi and New Mexico. Nevada had the biggest jump, rising from 4.6 percent to 7 percent.

People wonder why there are protesters in the streets.

Apparently having lobster delivered to your front door with a side of quail wings just don't fucking open your eyes to the family's across town who are skipping meals so that the kids have something to eat.

Oh hell no, they notice.
They also give millions of dollars to their local politician to make sure that school lunches and breakfasts have their funding cut because we just can't afford that shit.
They also cry about those protesters  to those same politicians to keep them out of their gated community's.

I remember when my parents split and me and my brother had hot dog buns with ketchup and mustard for dinner and called it pizza.

I also remember just after that when I was nine fucking years old and taking care of my little brother and making sure he had a bath, washed his clothes and made pancakes as big as a plate for him because he didn't like little ones.

I am no stranger to these things and I damn well thought it should get better if ya worked hard and played by the rules.

Guess what, there are no fucking rules if ya are lucky enough to have parents that make two hundred and fifty fucking grand a year.

The rest of us can suck the hind tit.

If you don't know what that is, you made too much fucking money.

The old  saying is that money doesn't buy happiness but it damn well will if you have enough I see.