QUOTE (kees_lady @ Jun 2 2008, 03:09 AM)

Do you realize every retail store is paying a fuel tax surcharge just to deliver supples to the stores? All the truckers that deliver our foods are going broke trying to buy diesel and they can't stop trucking because if they do we won't have food on our shelves, mail won't be delivered, trash won't get picked up - I could go on-and-on. Those truckers would be out of work and there are no jobs for them.
Wisconsin is not an industrial state, we're more into scientific research - we're a state based on developing technolical advances in the medical field. We have empty strip malls which no one can afford to rent. Those building should be torn down, the asphalt parking lots torn up and natural grasses and trees planted to combate greenhouse gasses.
If we tore down condemned houses, tore up concrete and established container planters in improverished neighborhoods more people would have fresh food, the government wouldn't have to pay so much for food stamps to poor families.
There are so many things we could be doing. We could stop buying DVD's, TiVo's, iPODS, etc. because when they wear out they wind up in the already overloaded landfills and they don't break down. Everyone has a cell phone these days; as if they really need to call people while they are at work, driving their cars, on the bus or wherever.
I'm a whole lot more concerned what kind of life my great grandkids are going to be living if we don't stop being a wasteful nation of greedy people. When I see people drinking soda and other junk foods then tossing out what they don't finish it makes my blood boil. When I hear kids whine for the latest gaming gadgets I want to shake them up - and when I see gangs taking over neighborhoods and killing off each other I see red.
These things are a whole lot more important to me than when the credits run on any TV series. I remember ration stamps for sugar, gas, tires and the likes. I still have mine from the 1940's and if we, as a nation, don't stop Jonesing for the newest, biggest and latest we're in for big problems. Our young kids are turning to violent crimes to earn buck; they're being sucked in by drugs to feel good - and where do those drugs come from? The very countries we are at war with.
Why do CEO's demand 7 digit salaries or receive 7+ digit retirement packages? We complain about a war that has gone on too long, we cry for the 4000+ men and women who have given their lives so we can continue to live with our toys, our fancy stainless steel kitchens, granite countertops and all the modern accoutrements we think we have to have and we forget those men and women are fighting to keep nuclear weapons out of the hands of terriorist countries before those countries blow us all to kingdom come.
I'n not very proud of the American people. We do a lot of complaining but we don't really want to change our life styles. We want big houses with master bedrooms and master baths, great rooms, media rooms - my gosh, how did our parents and grandparents ever manage to raise a family of 3 kids with 2-bedroom, 1-bath houses, a eat-in kitchen and just a common livingroom?...and they did it without both parents working!!
Um, my bad. I didn't mean to set you off. There a lot more dire issues, like I said before. This is something that I think just ticks people off and it chews up parts of the show, and it's something they do in order to cram yet another commercial in somewhere.
I wouldn't say I'm pampered. As I child, my family was classified as destitute by the Ohio welfare dept. We moved 20 times in 18 years--one of those times, we lived in a house in Niles Ohio with no address. We wondered why we weren't getting mail. The post office said the house wasn't on any of their maps and that we should check the house on the right, on the left, and across the street, and pick an unused number. We painted it on the mail box. When the water ran out in the well, we melted snow for cooking and baths--in the summer, we were screwed.
Another house in Warren Ohio, we had to hide from the city knocking on the door because they were trying to condemn the place. As it turns out, you only put the city off for so long.
We routinely went without food--many times for three-day stretches. I've gone hiking in the woods for blackberries and I've eaten honeysuckle, dandelions, and grass. I love to hear people scream there's no food in the house. Then you look and find that their idea of no food means there's no milk for their cereal, no jelly for their peanut butter, no crackers for their soup. No food means
no food. There is not one single can of beans on the shelf and not one single stick of margarine in the refrigerator. You open the refrigerator and the cupboards and it looks like you just moved in or you're cleaning the place.
No food means there is absolutely nothing edible in the house.
When we moved to Howland Ohio, my mother walked up the street at 4:00 am to grab a bag of rolls from behind the Ponderosa--right after they were delivered but before the first employee showed up to pull them into the restaurant. That's what we would eat that day--stolen rolls. Nothing else--because the only time she swiped rolls was when there was absolutely no other food in the house.
We hit food bank after food bank after food bank. We went without food more times than anyone should ever have to, no matter what country they live in. Picture that--you have a child. You feed that child on Monday. Now, DON'T feed that child again until Thursday. That's what I'm talking about. At 16, my brother began throwing up blood all over the house. We drove him to the hospital while he hung his head out the window throwing up blood on the street and down the side of the car. There's a specific tree that I remember smelling that was so foul and so strong, that to this day, 30 years later, when I smell that tree, I have a flashback to this car ride. He spent two weeks in the hospital--starvation. Yeah. In america. Starvation.
We were sitting in the Red Cross office. Be careful who you donate money to. All I'm saying is that no matter how well known a charity is, they all count on one thing--that the people who have to use their services will never ever be a person on the other side of the fence--not well off and not a donator. They figure those two hands are never going to shake. Those two people are never going to meet. And neither of them will ever jump the fence to the other side. We were turned down repeatedly. We were in their office one day when an old man, also homeless, also a war veteran, was standing in their office and was about to get another "no." I was about 12 years old at the time. This old man is standing in front of a woman's desk. He said "You're not going to help me, are you?" His exact words. The same woman who turned us down over and over also turned him down. "No." Before she could add her standard "I'm so sorry," he pulled out an exacto knife, slit both wrists, and bled out in her office. I sat there watching in terror.
I brought this up a while ago. If there's anyone in here that could have survived even 15 minutes of my very hard childhood, there's a great big cookie in it for you. I also withheld the more ghoulish events of my youth. I'm sure there's no one in here who, at 11, had to clean up after an uncle's suicide. My sister sat staring in the opposite direction, catatonic. My brother threw up everywhere. Whatever you got going on--depression era baby, abusive parents, poverty--I'll bet I got ya beat. Unfortunately, none of this is made up, and I withheld quite a bit.
I'm far from pampered. I have a laptop that was a gift, and a $20 Walmart cellphone--everything else in my life is sharp rocks and pointy sticks. Yeah, I'd like for USA to leave the ends of Wings alone. It's one of the few things I have that brings me amusement. And now, back to your previously scheduled programming......