Really poor children in really poor neighborhoods have no habits of working and nobody around them who works.
-Person running for president who believes that child labor laws should be abolished so poor kids can be employed as janitors at their schools to teach them something about hard work.
I don’t offer many intimate glimpses into my personal life and history around here, but let me offer this to Newt Gingrich: I grew up poor. When I was growing up my dad — who took a bullet to the neck while serving his country as a helicopter pilot in Vietnam, an experience he never spoke to me about until I was well into adulthood — did a variety of things, mainly fishing for whatever was in season (shrimp, crabs, etc.) to keep a roof over the heads of me, my two younger brothers and my mom. In the summers as a teenager I would often wake up at 4am to go to work with him to help out on his fishing boat, a boat he built by himself with his own two hands. When he wasn’t fishing he was doing odd jobs like repairing boat motors for people at our house. What we ate for dinner at night often consisted of whatever he, and occasionally me and my two younger brothers, had caught and killed, accompanied by things my mom grew in her rather extensive vegetable garden. We didn’t have cable TV because we couldn’t afford it. My parents both drove older used vehicles. We didn’t have name brand clothes and frankly I was often ashamed of that due to the retarded material pressures that exist in the life of an American kid. We never, I repeat, NEVER, went on a vacation. We lived in a small wood frame house situated between a bayou and a swamp, a house that had many cracks and was poorly insulated, so we were often cold during the winter and hot during the summer. But I never saw a man work harder in my life, more often than not leaving home before the sun came up and not returning until it had already come down, six days per week, and often seven. He worked so goddamn hard, in fact, that it inspired me to try to take a different path so that I wouldn’t have to work so hard myself every day of my life.
So, in short, I was a poor child, but I was well-versed in the habits of hard work. Contrary to your delusional belief that all poor people are wards of the state, myself, along with many others who had the exact same experience, know hard work hauntingly well.
With that said, fuck you, you bloated, reptilian, Dickens-esque asshole. I hope to one day meet you in person so I can tell you just how much of a clueless pseudo-intellectual you are to your smug, fat fucking face.
