I just got off the phone with my dear friend, who is a cancer survivor. Yeah, right, cancer survivor, only in the sense that she didn't die. So far, she's managed to come back to her life after a year of strenuous treatment and surgery. But let me tell you what she's come back to and ask you how long you think she'll survive.
An employer who won't take her back because he's made a "commitment" to the woman who took her place in his dental practice. What about a commitment to an employee who just happened to get sick? Obviously, doesn't matter. You're only as good as your billable hours.
Bankruptcy, because their insurance couldn't even begin to cover all of her medical expenses.
Depression, because she can't afford the medication that would help her.
Anxiety about losing her home.
Money problems, because coming up with the attorney's retainer for filing bankruptcy is more than any bankrupt person could afford.
Fear. Of losing everything she's worked her entire life to have, which is a home and food on the table. Not asking much of life, and working her whole life to keep her family healthy and solvent.
Now how is it in the richest country in the world, people who encounter difficult situations are just tossed aside because there is no place in our country for non-producers?
This is a statement about America. We don't F*UCKING care about you if you aren't a productive member of society, and we don't give a F*CK why you're in that position. We should just call ourselves Mexico and be done with it.
I have never been more ashamed in my life to be a member of this society, and never felt such annoying hatred for the system that is America, for what we've allowed ourselves to become.
Tear it Down. Burn it Down. Revolution NOW!