One Thing Which Doesn’t Help the Little Guy

Diesel Mechanics

One thing which sure has heck doesn’t help out the little guy, or the po’foke, are idiots like NT Times columnist, John Tierney, who must have been born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth. As disconnected from reality as is George Dubya, this fools thinks that the old are somehow “rested,’ and that adding a few years to their retirement age (before they become eligible for social security) would actually be doing them a favor. I warned you, this kook is nuts!

Maybe John needs his 40 minutes of pilates each day to keep in shape, and make certain all the brie he consumes doesn’t add to his girth, and aristocratic baby-fat face, but many of us out here in reality know one hell of a whole lot better. Tell you what you fool, you mount tires in a tire store for a living someday, or drive a local delivery truck, or work at McDonalds, or in the stock room at Wal-Mart, or become a diesel mechanic, or put new shakes on roofs, or even take the janitor’s (sanitation engineer’s) place in those ivory towers you’ve grown accustomed to, and do it eight hours a day (or night, or on a split-shift), 52 or more weeks out of the year, for minimum, or minimal, wages, and then you let me know just how damn rested you feel, you utter moron! Jeez! Even your imaginative ability is lousy!

Or, seeing as how you cited teachers as among those who are rested at the end of the day: you try teaching at risk high schoolers, with criminal records and assault and murder charges on their rap sheets, and then you tell me about being rested at the end of your 20-30 years. Like so many other privileged in America, you really don’t have a clue what the hell kind of crap is coming out of your mouth, do you? You couldn’t get real if your frigging life depended upon it. You have probably never had to deal with reality in your entire marshmallow existence! You’re just a condescending, patronizing old fool like all the rest of your class. You do no one proud, nor do you benefit human kind in the least by the sort of unmitigated crap you are spewing out onto the pages of what once was a real newspaper.

With columnists like Tierney around, particularly in a publication as vaunted as is the NY Times, little wonder we’ve got the powdered and rouged oligarchs running the damn country into the ground, to ensure their little privileged place at the head of the class of aristocratic inbreds. Reminds me of the Spanish aristocrats Goya used to paint, with the look of sheer imbecility on their faces.

You should maybe go and spend some hard time with your fellow columnist, Bob Herbert. Now there is a man who does have a clue, and who either recognizes first hand, or at least has the imagination to conceive of, what it is like to be poor and downtrodden and taken advantage of and looked down and spat upon by those such as you, your Royal Hind Ass! Don’t you guys ever talk amongst yourselves, or are you one of those who is happier in your ignorance, and who never listens to squat?

And yet you, who could probably care less about social security because you are never going to have to rely upon it to live, in any percentage whatsoever, presume to tell us that a few more years working for some heartless, ruthless, corrupted beyond all belief frigging capitalist should be no sweat at all. You want sweat, come on out here in the real world where jobs are shit jobs, and the agony of working one extra minute is enough to ruin your entire damn day. Then, perhaps, you can tell us how damn rested we all are! In the meanwhile just shut up about what you haven’t a damn clue about. You really are part of the problem, and not the solution – you know that?