I knew a guy who would become irate about any discussion related to taxing the wealthy because he was convinced he’s going to be a millionaire. I told him that the taxes we were discussing were for billionaires, so he’d have to make a million dollars, and then do that again one thousand more times to be impacted, and his tiny little brain couldn’t understand. This entire conversation took place while he was on welfare and receiving food stamps. When we had a lifelong friend come to town after being away for 10 years, he didn’t have enough gas money to come over and visit. But he was always furious at anyone who suggested taxing the billionaires, and constantly upset at “all those moochers” on welfare.
he was on welfare and receiving food stamps […] and constantly upset at “all those moochers” on welfare.
I… I can’t imagine living with this level of dissonance in my own head. I take it his perspective is: “my situation is temporary, theirs is a choice?”
Pretty much. He deserved the assistance because he was a hard working, red blooded American, with a plan. All those other people on welfare were lazy moochers. I tried to explain to him that most people on welfare are the same as him. People with jobs, who work hard, and are trying to get ahead in life, but he was certain that wasn’t the case.
