I’ve been looking at this photo all morning. I’m trying to imagine the guy working in the factory, the guy driving the 20 year old pick-up truck, the guy whose kids eat hot-dogs and boxed Mac and cheese three days a week, and the guy has health insurance but he’s got a $5000 deductible, so he can’t afford to take the kids to he doctor anyway. His wife can’t go either, and if she gets pregnant now it’s up to god…
I’m trying to imagine what it’s like in this guy’s head. What mechanism allows him to think that the man that owns this property and lives inside this property is watching out for him. What part of this picture screams working class hero to someone, and says, “I got your back, bro…”
The person who lives in the castle in this photo would lock his doors and call his security forces if you ever saw the factory guy coming; yet to so many the guy that lives behind these walls is nothing short of a messiah, a god.
I was watching a family in Kentucky last night on the news. Half of their double-wide trailer had washed down the road and was up-ended into a gulch. But they think that the man who lives behind these walls is coming to help them.
Maybe from deep in the belly of their broke-ass lives they can’t see it. Swinging and spitting in survival mode they are too busy gasping for air to see it. They can’t fathom the people and party they vote for and support are actively destroying every social safety net to possibly make this life survivable for the factory guy and the family in Kentucky. They’ve been sold some bill of toxic patriotism that prevents them from seeing this simple fact, and told to keep working. Their reward is in the sky, by and by… oh lord.
People are sick and broke and their kids are hungry. This guy shits on a solid gold toilet, but somehow, in some dystopian reality, that’s just ok…
Written by @williamlobbauthor