It never fails to amaze me the way we’ll hassle some poor family about how they divide up their household income, but any attempt to tell Armani-suited white boys they maybe shouldn’t be snorting their government handouts up their noses is looked upon as radical market intervention.
I’m sorry, I just don’t have a lot of sympathy for somebody making 20 times more than my household income, the same way plenty of people don’t have any sympathy for somebody making 20 times less than theirs. If we’re gonna get self-righteous as a country every time somebody makes a purchase of which we don’t approve, I’d like us to start that righteous anger off at the top, not the bottom.
Granted, I’d much rather we just completely quit bothering everybody with how they spend their paychecks, but not being nosy gossipy carping assholes doesn’t seem to be in our national DNA, not with the Today show tut-tutting over every tidbit of Octuplet Mom, so let’s begin with the people who, if you hack their salaries in half, ain’t gonna starve, and probably already HAVE all the bling and big-screen TVs their houses can hold.
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