posted on Nov, 20 2020 @ 02:54 PM
I was born to a 16 year old mother and a father who almost immediately bailed to go play in bands. Lived in a car/tent for the first 5 years of my
life in Maine and then a string of rundown, dilapidated apartments after. The town I grew up in was either middle-class or dirt poor and it didn’t
matter what color you were, if you were poor, the middle class looked at us all as cockroaches. Elementary and middle school were pretty sh*tty as far
as treatment from my peers.
HS was different. I suppose I ‘slid in the backdoor’. I was 16 and playing in a couple local bands with guys in their 30’s and 40’s, playing
the local bars until 2am on school nights, then roll into school at 7am smelling like PBR and cigarettes. From those gigs I’d meet some college kids
and end up at their parties, where the HS kids would see me. Lewiston was a fairly conservative town and at that point I was a raging party animal,
like the chug half a bottle of vodka and do a backflip off a picnic table on the last guzzle kind of party animal, while my peers would be sipping on
their first beer, thinking they were grown ups. For a while I was hooking up with a college chick, which just added to it. I suppose it all created
this ‘mystique’ around me and because of that, I ended up being accepted by all the cliques in school.
There was one night in particular when one of the teachers in our HS was at a bar I was playing and he was sh*tfaced, falling down drunk. It was that
moment where I had an epiphany that I think relates to the OP; I remember thinking, “Wait a minute, this guy is just another f*ck up. Despite his
appearance at school, he clearly doesn’t have his sh*t together.” And that’s when I realized that we don’t go through some threshold of
adulthood where you all of a sudden change characters and become super smart at this or that, or have any additional life knowledge placed in your
brain. If you were a dumbass in high school, there’s a good chance you’ll be a dumbass as an adult. There’s no on/off switch for that.
So yeah, I can definitely catch the drift of the OP. While some people mature and grow up, that doesn’t automatically mean their observations and
judgements on the rest of the world will change. You can be mature and responsible but still be intellectually/spiritually bankrupt.
For the clowns in DC born with silver spoons in their mouths, well, I was just saying the other day; I would LOVE to have every member of congress
play a game where they have to guess the price of average, every day items from a grocery store. A gallon of milk, 4 rolls of toilet paper, pasta
sauce, etc. Howard Stern did it a while back and he bombed because it had been years since he’d been to a grocery store.
We elect people to “speak” for us who are so out of touch, it’s impossible for them to truly grasp what they are representing. How can someone
making $134K a year truly speak for someone making $20K a year, without having a dime to their name after bills are paid? Or someone working 3 jobs to
put food on the table? You can’t. These politicians have ZERO f*cking clue what it’s like to be so poor that you’re eating handfuls of snow just
because it’ll stop your stomach from screaming.
Alas, somehow I’ve done ok for myself. I suppose between both my wife and I, we’re reaching upper-middle class with our income. I learned from my
parent’s mistakes and growing up dirt poor has certainly shaped me politically. Due to the mass abuse of welfare I saw growing up and seeing first
hand how social workers helped my mother find excuses to NOT work or to get more benefits, I became disgusted by both my mother and the system. I had
to bust my ass to get where I’m at now and never once reached for a handout. While some would think that’d turn me into a conservative/republican,
somehow I turned out a left-leaning libertarian. I believe in a safety net, I just don’t believe in the people in control of that safety net.