As a dirt poor U.S. citizen I am tired of getting the blame for everything that is wrong with this country.
I don't own a corporation that under pays it's workers and treats them less than human.
I don't own a lobbyist that writes the laws that favor corporations.
I don't own a lobbyist that pays bribes to our politicians to accomplish their goals.
I was not in favor of NAFTA or any free trade agreement that has since been passed.
I was not on the Supreme Court declaring that corporations now have more rights than living breathing humans.
I was against the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I did not cause the global financial collapse.
I have been taken advantage of by every corporation I have worked for in the U.S.
I have never worked a 40 hour work week, if I was a union member or non union member. There was always FORCED overtime. I have never had a job that offered sick days.
My blood, sweat and tears ( literally and figuratively) enriched many CEOs and corporations.
4 of the corporations ( I have worked for 30 or more corporations in two states) went out of business. This trend started after NAFTA was passed.
Most moved to Mexico and other countries to take advantage of the workers and skirt safety and environmental issues.
I worked until I had a nervous break down from all of the abuse I suffered day in and day out at various jobs.
I am now a disabled dirt poor American that is reminded everyday that I am useless and a drain on society.
I was raised to believe that hard work is a virtue and you can accomplish great things if you work hard.
When the deck is stacked against you and the pile continues to rise higher, this is no longer true.
I worked as a cook floating up and down the Ohio River; (21 days on, 21 days off) average work day 14 hours. The tug boat was a brand new 4 and one half million dollar beauty. The captain requested there be no dishwasher on board. He stated if the boat had a dishwasher why would it need a cook ?
I worked as a rebar bender. Physically lifting 10 tons (20,000 pounds) per 10 hour shift six days per week.
I built freight cars which involved heavy lifting, climbing and bending for 8 hour shifts 6 days per week.
I worked hard.
Many of my jobs were very dangerous.
Where is the peace and tranquility I was promised in my golden years ????????