I'm a US Citizen, Why Does My Own Country Hate Me?
We're always being punished for the crime of being born in a nation that sacrifices people in the name of profit
I'm a child of America and my parent doesn't love me.
Every day all I hear is why I need to be “grateful.” At the same time, all I get are attacks and beatings and other forms of abuse.
They tell me I'm free.
Free to do what? Free to pay the bills I guess. Free to pick from a variety of jobs that don't pay enough. Free to die from preventable diseases. Free to get sick and not be able to afford healthcare.
They say this is the richest country in the world. Yeah, rich for a privileged few. Not for me. The rest of us huddle under the table for crumbs. The rich eat their fill and then smear fecal matter in the rest so that the working class can't enjoy it.
They deliberately destroy even when it would take less time and energy to share.
Why does the United States hate its own citizens?
Let's be clear, we're treated with hate. We're treated with scorn. Every time we get a paycheck, they take our money away. “We'll give it back to you someday,” they say.
But when someday comes, there will be nothing left. The rich used that money to buy that feast. They laugh at us. They call us suckers and losers. They guffaw like hyenas and bray like donkeys.
They have an insatiable hunger, and when they've consumed everything else they'll consume we, the working class, and then they'll turn on themselves.
Leaving nothing.
Why does the United States hate us so? Why does it have to be so committed to cruelty?
We're given nothing and told we must be thankful for it. “Have you said thank you today?” they demand rather than say.
They make us stand and pledge our fealty, like peasants in a field. They say they've given us the freedom not to pray, and then they make us do it anyway.
Why do they hate us?
They want us to work dangerous jobs. They want us to fall into churning machinery. When we pause to ensure our own safety, they call us lazy. When we tumble in, they call us “worthless.”
They call us “parasites.”
They say, “Nobody wants to work anymore.”
But nobody ever says, “The rich don't want to pay.”
The newspapers don't talk about us. They don't share the pain we're going through. They don't take their cameras into homes where the cold air comes through the cracks in the walls. We don't see the children who are beaten or who don't have enough to eat.
Nope.
Instead, the cameras follow the rich with their penthouses and their yachts and their mansions and their pedophile islands. They travel around in helicopters wearing mirrored sunglasses on their way to skiing vacations in the mountains.
If they should be cut off by an avalanche, the poor have to pay for a rescue team to go and save them. Many poor people are sacrificed to save the lives of the rich every day.
When they come back, the rich get the interviews. Never the mother who lost a son to save him. We don't hear from the parents of fallen soldiers either. All we ever get is information filtered through the spokespeople of the rich. They tell us how we should “thank them” and be “grateful” and “how we're free.”
“Other people in other places don't have it as good as you,” they say.
That's what they say.
But it's not something we see.
How about this? How about a regular job with fair pay? How about healthcare and education? How about a chance to spend some time with my family rather than work to exhaustion, then sleep, then get up to work again?
How about fair?
How about care?
Instead of hate and punishment and scorn and abuse, which is all we get. It's all we've ever gotten. I'm 50 years old. What has America ever done for me?
You can't even ask that because people assume it's not a legitimate concern even before they contemplate it.
But stop and think for a moment. Think about it! What do you get from being an American that people in other places don't get? Other places have healthcare. Other places have education. Other places have jobs with dignity where the worker is protected and you can go home to sleep at night with a roof over your head.
MANY AMERICANS DON'T HAVE THAT!
WHY NOT?
Why do we allow that?
Why do we permit such excess when so many people have to fight so hard to get their hands on so much less?
We've given our country unconditional love, and it has betrayed our confidence.
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"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely nothing good." ~ The Abolitionist Samuel Johnson
I share this partly in case anyone still has questions about the ultimate reason why McFelon's human net worth is less than garbage. More importantly, I share it to remind everyone being trampled on by the 1% that no matter how obscenely rich they continue to get they will never own an ounce of character. Someday, a kinder world will look back on this and understand who the true victims and aggressors were.
The men who idolize mass murderers, dictators, and con men - the worst stains on human history - are the men determined to be just like them.
How can this be circulated to the MAGA who blindly swallow and regurgitate the Faux newslines of how the immigrants are the ones depriving them? The MAGA group needs this education......