Working Poor

I did not expect such a warm welcome and am more grateful than I can express.

I must say that I am mad as hell about what has happened in this country during my lifetime. I will make a confession. This is something i was once proud of and am now almost ashamed to admit. I spent most of my working life fighting the cold war. My weapons were pencil and paper and I was overjoyed when we won. However, I did not fight that war to give the fruits of this land to the likes of the people who now own it. I fought for a community. They had been good to me and I wanted to return something. And now my efforts are turning to ashes in my mouth.

I am too old to do very much about what is going on other than try to read and report to people who are too tired to do much more than read a line or two and go to bed. The community which supported me when they were frightened is no longer available to the people who need it. I can't help but wish I was younger and could kick Charles Koch's butt until he had to wear it as a collar.

I know that I am wordy by nature but I hope that the working poor can find the energy to forgive that in me. Everything I try to write is addressed to those people who are over worked and in debt to the super wealthy to pay for their houses and yachts.

I don't know if some of my comments are inappropriate or not. All I can say is that they reflect my own feelings of betrayal and outrage at the treatment I see in what I read and what I experience personally. I am doing my best to turn my anger into a something more than helplessness.