We have a Christian work ethic. We hate having to depend on the government for anything, even when we are sick, disabled or desperately poor.
We’ll work twice as hard to get off the dole as minorities do to get on it.
If you live in a small town and you want your kids to get a good education you have to send them to a private school. All the public schools are 99% blacks or Hispanics. Their priorities are sports, band and fast food. White kids who want a decent education are shunned as freaks, nerds and gutter trash.
If you live in a large city and you want your kids to get a good education you have to move to a decent part of town with a good school system. The rest of the city is so overwhelmed by blacks and Hispanics that the property values in the livable part of town are so damn high both parents have to work three jobs to pay the bills.
You slog your way through the decades sending your kids through college, forehead to the grindstone every bit of the way. Suddenly the real estate market tanks. Your tiny house in a decent part of town is worthless.
The neighborhood goes to pot, crime increases and now your part of town is just like the ugly side of town on the other side of the tracks where all the minorities with their free health clinics and free schools and food stamps and welfare checks live.
You’re poorer than they are now.
You scrape together what you can and resolve to retire. You start looking around for a nice place to settle down for your golden years.
All the quaint little towns you remember fondly from when you were are a kid are trashed out now. The downtown has been gutted by a Walmart in the next county. The whole place is impoverished, with poor blacks and run down houses everywhere.
Virtually every small town in the country is like that any more.
Ruthless real estate development companies saw this coming years ago. They’ve built cheap cardboard houses by the boatload in cozy little enclaves all over the country and called them gated retirement communities. They charge out the wazoo for the privilege of living there.
Your new backyard has one square yard of grass and your property value is triple what it should be because you can barely see waves (while standing on your rooftop) at high tide five miles away breaking on the surf.
A hurricane hit a decade ago and the home insurance is five times what it is 200 miles inland in some old age urban retirement slum.
Then the rolling avalanche of the economy catches up with you. Medicare won’t be there for you. Social Security will be belly up before you even get your first cataracts. Your pension is on the ropes.
Your kids graduate from college and can’t get a job so they move back home. The government says they have to buy health insurance so you put them on your policy. The family has so little money anymore you apply for food stamps.
The black welfare lady at the government office, gloating, says your net worth is too high to qualify for welfare or anything else. You get a reverse mortgage and sell your jewelry and whatever else is of any value.
You go to vote some sense back into your nation and your community. The line at the polling place is four deep, twisting twice around the block – 85% of the voters there are blacks and Hispanics. Many of them don’t even speak English.
They’re there to ensure they keep welfare fully funded….
You’re there – why are you there?
