Until I lived amongst them, I thought that the alcoholic hobos just had a disease. "They can't help it, they're addicts." No, they're just a SYMPTOM, a symptom of an altogether different disease.
There are no causes; only symptoms. And we can deal with those. We have a pill for that, and we'll use it to make you dumb enough that you don't even notice the stress. Dumb & happy, that's why America™ has the BEST STANDARD OF LIVING1 in the ENTIRE WORLD. Unless you don't LIKE nice things, unless you CHOOSE to be poor, because you hate dressage horsies that Mitt Romney's wife was able to recover $78,000 in "losses" on her and her delightful husband's taxes. If you had the right values, you could have horsies, too.
Or, for that matter, enough to eat and a roof over your head and maybe a little bit of security, finance-wise.
But you don't. You People believe in all the wrong things. You People don't WANT nice stuff. You People want unfurnished cities and whatever it is You People snort or smoke or drink when you gather together in faceless, huddled masses and scare the shit out of Quality People.
1 For Quality People, anyway.
I have all the wrong values, that's true, but I grew up among those who A: had all the right values and B: still managed to fail to be Quality People. Clearly, they weren't trying hard enough. But the funny thing is, these shitnacked pantywaists didn't even have the guts to toss the pink bowties and smelly gym socks of civilization off of their otherwise naked forms. They couldn't even become Us People, they were somewhere in between. I lived in between WITH them, Roger.
It's a horrible place. Not only do you have no Fun, assuming you have the wrong values and like the wrong kinds of alcoholic beverage, you have no money either. you have no Nice Things. You're looked down upon by the people who are better off and the people who are worse off (given the hierarchy the Middle Folk
have been indoctrinated with).
I'm glad I got out of there Roger. Nice Things are nice, and maybe if I was patient enough they would have come down the line to me. But Fun is better, and I don't mean parties and controlled substances so much as wild dashes through city streets at 3AM, chasing down some guy who happened to walk past because hey, I need my cardio, don't I?
Even if I'm Us People, we still need our healthy diets and cardiovascular workouts and our transportation, right?
Actually, I'm beginning to think those things are too Nice for Us People, even. When hotdogs and Pop-Tarts are the only things you can afford to eat once a day, every day, maybe you should just let your arteries go. Those motherfuckers need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps anyway. Can't be babying them forever.