That dim bulb needs to take that story up somewhere around the roof of Nebraska.
I'd even buy the little piker breakfast just to hear him whine to the farmers about how hard he works, 42 hours a week.
Sure would be funny to watch him walk out of town with a John Deere stuffed up his ass.
That "John Deere" had better be a toy, because the real deal isn't cheap, even the used ones, and I doubt the owner of said "John Deere" would be laughing, regardless if it was either.
That said, I worked a minimum 14-16 hours a day growing up on a dairy farm, from the time I was 8 until I started driving a truck at 22. For the next 20 or so years, 50-60 hour weeks were the norm, usually doing 50+ hours in 3 days, every other week.
Today, I work a the USPS, still put in 40-50 hours per week, 6 days a week, repair cars for the rural route carriers and build custom right-hand drive conversions for use to deliver mail.
IOW, I've never had time to whine and bitch about how much someone else has, how much I don't have, and could care less either way. I DO whine and bitch about how much these jokers called FICA, FED WHD, and to a lesser extent, STATE WHD, take from me every other week. I'm sure a lot of that ends up in DUmmie's pockets.