Have / Have Not

I have no training, no degrees, no trust fund, if I get fired from my job I am fucked. Instantly. There will be no assets to liquidate to keep me afloat, there will be no savings accounts to blow through while I am looking for a new option, there are no rich family members that will be there to keep me alive. I will lose my apartment, I will not be able to pay my insurance, I will go to prison because I will not be able to pay my child support. I will be fucked, instantly.

Now I see that Citibank wants their new 50 million dollar jet.We are spiralling into what could turn out to be a new Great Depression and there are people who have 50 million dollars to spend. These people who have the money to spend want to spend it on a new jet. I can't even really conceptualize 50 million dollars, and these people want to just *spend* it on a new toy.

That makes me feel ill.

I recal during the presidential race that everyone was talking about the Middle Class. Everyone was, it was this magical phrase that when people uttered it they were given the floor. "I'll watch out for the middle class" they said with pride. You know what's under the middle class? Everyone else. Me and mine. The members of this middle class make three times what I do in a year. These people are well taken care of, buy all the toys they want, eat when and where they want, they have savings accounts that build up every month, stocks, investments, you name it. I hope you'll forgive me but FUCK the middle class. How about let's talk about the working class, how about those who are stuck under the poverty line? So far as I can tell the middle class can take care of itself.

Jets... those of us on the bottom are scared for our lives and these guys are buying jets.

The disconnect from reality is astounding. To think that having a conversation about what color you want your jet to be sounds reasonable to someone in this country (or any, for that matter). To think that there are people who have so much money they litterally have to start buying aircraft to use it up. I can't stop shaking my head and rolling my eyes. The whole idea is so alien to me I wouldn't even be able to have this conversation with one of these rich people. How would I even begin to explain to them that there is a world outside their own? Would they even understand the words as they came out of my mouth? Would they know what I meant when I said it was sad that they were so rich and so bored that they have to start purchasing private jets? I doubt it.

Masters of the universe and myself don't have much in common. We live on different planets, only, we share the same space.