Working Girl

The timing on Snyder’s budget proposal was perfectly awful. Michigan’s film industry was on the precipice of exploding. Producers were just starting to trust us and give us the big accounts. I’m blown away by the immediate fallout incited by what appears to be Snyder’s flat out lies to key players meant to create a sense of security only to turn around Mussolini. His proposal protects corporations and the wealthy while sending the poor and unemployed to the brick pits. He’s charged an already beleaguered citizenship to build his palace. What happened to the United States of America that values the working man? We clearly learned nothing from the Wall Street collapse. Don’t worry, the working man will pay for it with no return on his generosity. Chris Rock was right. We worship at the Church of Money. And these are the politicians it’s fostered. The wealthy get wealthier while we build scar tissue from the taskmasters in lieu of an IRA.

I find it fascinating the lengths we go to justify reprehensible behavior. Religion is a common tool to temper the realization I’m totally getting screwed and the entities doing the screwing don’t give a rat’s ass about my predicament. There is no conscience in lining their pockets at the expense of my sense, and sometimes actual, security. If I'm counting on Heaven’s reward for my sacrifice, it's possible I may be in for some serious disappointment. I can, however, live with myself. Whatever that's worth. The US runs to the rescue of foreign oppressed and murdered selling freedom and democracy while we allow our own to starve on the street. What the Hell? Bring us your tired and poor. We’re HERE goddammit. The American Dream is dead. We don’t care about the middle class anymore. I want to be famous. I’ll render myself a court jester to get it. And I don’t care who I hurt in the process. When did we get so selfish?

When we got scared. 9/11? The Wall Street crash? We’re terrified. So we hoard and protect what’s mine. We’re the seagulls in Finding Nemo. Get off the raft people. It’s sinking. If we don’t unify we will divide and fall. Little pink crack houses will line our formerly family friendly streets. A person has no power. We the People can move mountains. Johnny get your shovel. He’s not marching home, he’s going to work. I could care less if I ever get noticed for anything. I just want to go to work. Hurrah. Hurrah.