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Originally Posted by RWebb
And I think you complain because you are a bunch of greedy little sh^*&^ts who never ever get enough, even when it was spoon fed from yo' mama's silver collection. You were brought up with a sense of entitlement. You confuse getting into a good school because of pull with hard work. You inherited most of your money and thought that being born on third base meant you hit a home run.
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Ooooh,
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Yo' mama's, silver, entitlement, pull to get into a good school,
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that sounded very much like the kind of BS I would expect to hear from an angry member of a minority. One with lots of excuses and chips on his shoulders. One who's been brainwashed that it's everyone else's fault but his.
My parents were dirt poor when I was young. My father lost his job at Morton thyocol when I was a couple years old because the contract was canceled. He got a job cleaning bottles at Hercules propellant company and pumping gas on second shift to pay the bills. He didn't blame anyone else or pretend that someone else should pay his bills for him, or that someone else should work hard so he doesn't have to. His portrait is now hanging in the hall of distinguished alumni at the university he couldn't graduate from because he had to drop out and work to pay the rent. They honored him that way when he neared retirement and presented him a gold-leaf diploma, even though he never went back to finish that final semester.
I remember waiting for my father to get home with his paycheck so my mother could go grocery shopping and feed my brothers and I, because there was no food. I remember sharing a few pieces of saltine crackers with my brothers and that was all there was that day. I remember hungry. I remember very clearly when I was about 8, the very first time I tasted steak. My grandfather bought some cheap steaks and they BBQ'd them, that was the most amazing taste I had ever experienced. It was magical. Entitlement my ass.
My parents eventually did very well for themselves but not until later in life when I was already out on my own.
You can take you weak attempt at false guilt and go put it somewhere. I went to the local community college at night while working full time, then the local state college. I paid for it all myself. Both degrees. No minority scholarship, no help from some racist college funding organization, No one pulled any strings for me or gave me a dime and I never asked for it.
I started out as an apprentice millwright in 1980 to pay the rent and put bills and climbed to the position of senior mechanical engineer and I did it on my own. Working during the day and going to school at night, and raising a family inbetween. I did that instead of sitting around blaming someone else for my own shortcomings.
I earned every single thing I have and I resent some politician who represents the lazy, good for nothing so and so's who are too worthless or stupid to support themselves trying to say I owe them for some stupid imaginary middle-class white guilt.
I resent the hell out of that and I've earned that right. I have earned the right to be a grouchy old man and speak my mind and I exercise that right on a regular basis.