Men are supposed to work. From the time they first can, until the day that they physically just can’t.
It’s how I was raised, and it’s what I believe still to this day. Men who don’t work — those who are just too lazy, dishonest, or retched — are the most pathetic excuses for men in this country.
And Franklin Schneider is as big a loser as you’ll ever meet:
When the federal economic stimulus package hit the news in January, my latest run on unemployment was just going dry, and the mere prospect of getting another job was enough to make my testicles retract into my body. When reports surfaced that a three- or six-month (!!) unemployment extension was going to be part of the package, it seemed like government was finally doing something for the little guy, instead of just the fat cats and whiny Christians. I spent the next two weeks Google News-ing “unemployment extension economic stimulus†every 10 minutes.
When the package including the extension failed by one vote, I was so fucking pissed at the United States government that if an al-Qaeda recruiter had pitched me at that moment, I’d be in the Afghanistan desert as we speak, screaming Arabic at the top of my lungs while bayoneting an Uncle Sam mannequin.
I’ve been on unemployment three times in the past six years. Each time was better than the last, and each time I stayed on until the last cent was exhausted. I didn’t even try to get a job; it was a paid vacation. This is somewhat unusual from what I can tell. There’s a deep vein of antipathy in this country toward collecting checks from the government, especially in precincts that tend to skew rightward. Politicians imply that it’s un-American for an individual to milk the government, all while jacking up corporate welfare for their campaign contributors. And your uncle who cheered at the end of Easy Rider? He insists that if he had to obliterate 40 years of his life punching a clock, why should you goddamn hippies have it any better?
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Given a choice between getting a check every week for doing nothing and getting a check every week for flushing 40 hours of the prime of their lives down the toilet, they chose the latter. I mean, what kind of self-hating, masochistic Protestant bullshit is that?
Not only do I feel no guilt whatsoever about sucking from the state’s teat, I feel that I’m absolutely entitled to it. First of all, the employer that fired me pays for half of my unemployment, and fuck them.
Fucking pathetic waste of flesh. Any doubt that this guy is a Democrat?
The guy doesn’t want to work — actually is proud of and feels entitled to suck at the government’s tit.
I wish he had gone to Afghanistan (he still can, I’ll even buy his ticket) — he’d no longer be a tax burden to anybody in this country, as he wouldn’t survive a single day over there. If the Islamic terrorists didn’t cut his infidel head off, a US Soldier would have shot him.
I hope that the next time he is forced to try to find anther job to feed or shelter himself, I hope his next potential-employer Google’s his name and reads this rant. And then doesn’t hire him. I hope he ends up on the streets. And I hope he gets beat and robbed by every other homeless guy out there.
Yeah, I wish nothing short of hell for this guy.
(h/t to Michelle Malkin)
I’d rather give my tax money to an illegal immigrant. On second thought, I’d like to make this guy work work under an illegal immigrant at a slaughtering house, preferably on the fresh off the kill floor.
Left by dianne on March 10th, 2008 at 3:23 pm