I was reminded this past weekend--really, I'd forgotten all about it--that there's a ticket waiting for me, ready for me to pick up any time I want it, a first-class ticket to ride the social security disability gravy train, like the now-gone HawkeyeX primitive, the Odin2005 primitive, the Las Vegas Leviathan, and many other primitives sitting the parlor-car, the servile taxpayers waiting on them hand-and-foot, catering to their every whim.
I'd forgotten all about it because it wasn't anything that particularly interested me, for a multitude of reasons.
I'm sure the big guy in Omaha--and many other "disabled" primitives--would give his eye-teeth for this ticket.
I dunno how $1331 a month stacks up with what the parasitical primitives get, but one has to include all the free medical care one wants in the mix, along with other social services goodies.
If the adult wins the presidential race, I'll forget about that waiting ticket, letting it get yellow and dusty in the safe, and go on in life as I always have, on my own two feet, at my own pace, free as a bird.
But if Barack Milhous wins, I'm seriously considering using it. The disability fund's supposed to be depleted within 3-4 years, and by my jumping aboard the gravy train, it'll get even more crowded, and the fund depleted even more quickly, meaning that the primitives also riding will be tossed off all the sooner, and have to pound the pavement looking for ways and means of supporting themselves, rather than mooching off the taxpayers.
I dunno, because it causes all sorts of convulsions with the conscience and those values one has; we'll see--and of course if the adult wins, it's no issue at all.
Hi Frank,
I totally understand your frustrations and I wouldn't be lying if I said I didn't have the same thoughts as you did.
My rage was especially at a fever pitch in the middle of the bailout-and-tax frenzy a couple of years back, when the newly laid-off was scrambling to find secure, permanent assistance, whether at the hands of friends, family, and/or taxpayers. It felt like getting kicked in the gut seeing so many healthy people just roll over seemingly effortlessly and getting on a gravy train so easily, while I felt compelled to just fight on to make a living.
One example in particular: my car was a small, humble one bought in the midst of the 90s SUV craze, precisely because it was a stable, cheap-to-maintain fuel sipper and not a gas guzzler. I was in the market for a new vehicle to replace my 12-year-old car, and then along comes Obama to bail out all the irresponsible SUV owners with Cash For Clunkers and give them new cars. Not only did my own responsibility disqualify my clunker, his action screwed up the used car market, too, making my eventual replacement car that much more expensive. It seemed as if our responsibility had been rewarded with a couple thousand dollars out of our pockets while everyone else got their happy new car.
It's upsetting watching all the freeloaders around us, knowing that you and I would have a lion's share of that pie by the "merit" of being deaf only for our pride. The productive are enslaved merely for doing what is right and good.
Your choice is yours alone, and I will support you in what you do. I suspect a deaf Ayn Rand hero may have taken the choice that you are thinking under limited circumstances, rather than whoring his mind out for certain slavery. For me, and for me alone, I've decided I simply don't possess the ability to make that choice as long as I still have a keen mind and still look at myself in the mirror, no matter the circumstance.
