Forty Percent Of Americans Don’t Even Have Four Hundred Bucks To Their Names

I'm guessing a divorce.

Why do you think $15/hour became a rallying cry? Work the same hours 30 & under but get paid 40-50% more... the companies weren't giving the hours...

We were always told, if you can't make it on or get ahead with what you're making, you need to do more... you're awake 112 hours a week... no excuse...

I told a story a while back about a friend we knew... not only did this guy go door to door AFTER his regular full-time gig trying to get people to let him mow their lawn, he had the mower crammed into the back truck of his car... and he wouldn't pussy-foot around, he walked at a fast pace, and got it done quick... he knew the quicker he was, the more he made an hour, and the more he could do in a week... he could have gotten a second job, but decided to come up with something to maximize the time he would be away from his family...

Seriously. No cell phones. Brought my lunch. Charged my gas on credit card. Buck was for a beer after work.
Fished every other weekend. Got $20 for bait and beer.

Life was good.


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Ultimately, everything comes back to PRIDE.

My grandfather and father's generations had far too much pride to exist in current day's time. Living at parent's homes at 30, only working 30 hrs/week while struggling, not having a solid or stable career. Look at the great depression, it was humiliating for entire families. Out of work husbands were gossiped about in sewing circles, kids were teased if their dads were jobless, that generation would have chopped off their hand vs sit around and collect checks breathing air they didn't earn. Some may not have had much but they earned every ******* penny they had, and were damn proud of it.

My grandfather is a great example of what used to be. He was a tool maker with a big manufacturing company. Always looked at construction with a perfection eye. My Dad used to say his pencil was so sharp he could cut a 16th in half and in half again. Post WW2 in 1946, he built a tiny cape and lived there until his passing in 2002. He built the concrete forms, framed, roofed, wood shingled it and on and on right down to the basement custom built-ins shelving. He had so much pride in what he and my grandmother had earned, built for their life and family. His generation of men and their sons, some of them still lingering on Contractor Talk were the best of the best. He was a prideful guy, like his son....and his grandson. I think he'd be ashamed of the pillow stuffing softness of most guys my age and younger.

But as we all know, his day's men are dead or dying off, replaced by today's "man", at home everyday, collecting $$ from different sources, contributing nothing to this world, totally useless and just simply existing....without any shame or PRIDE whatsoever.