Maggie's Farm

Nations of whiners is an understatement. We are a nation comprised of increasing numbers of professional victims, crybabies, pampered overfed overnurtured, and miseducated fools, most of whom live better and longer than Louis XIV--the Sun King. What we call work is mostly busyness, the consistency of which is that most are busybodies and snoops. Gramm was too, too kind concerning the mini-mansioned, Luxus driven, lard butts who spend tons of money at their health clubs to make up for their sheer lack of physical movement beyond their bathrooms and bedrooms.

I speak as someone on the brink of foreclosure and bankruptcy, living on social security supplemented by part-time work who raised two now-twenty-year olds by himself since their infancy.

My parents knew hardship. Some of our poor still deal with hardship. But the vast majority of Americans are wallowing in an affluence unimaginable at any time or place in this world. And crying when they have to take a bus.