Is This A Joke?
Dark times are coming, sayeth the L.A. Times. The dementors are at large and Voldemort is on his way: woe, woe!!
You know you live in the richest nation in the history of the world when leading newspapers see doom and gloom in the story of a man who has to sell his Corvette, or a woman who has to get up early to take the bus. Pathetic.
Maybe part of the problem is that frightening numbers of Americans spend money like Paris Hilton on a coke binge in Barney’s. I’m not that old, but even in my lifetime, mothers sewed clothes for their children (yes, my mom did–a doctor’s wife, no less) and the idea of paying thousands of dollars to see a marginally entertaining pop tartlet would’ve sent the majority of parents onto the floor, rolling with laughter. Now, a person is considered “poor,” or at least suffering great hardship, if they have to take a second job, don’t have a cell phone for each member of the family, only have one car or are forced to (gasp!) take public transportation, or can’t send their kids to a private college.
I’m more worried about the unchecked spread of this pampered, gutless entitlement destroying our nation than I am the hordes of gibbering jihadists threatening to blow up Disneyworld.