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Daniel. 29. Phoenix/Madrid. Surrealist, Buddhist, minimalist, educator and omnivore. Also: madridingles.es.
Posts tagged "class war"

It’s funny how Americans are getting class-conscious all of the sudden. After spending all of Reagan, Bush Sr, Clinton, and Bush Jr (that’s just 7 presidential administrations, a mere 28 years!) deluding themselves into thinking that everyone was a member of the upper-middle class, finally they realize that actually, they’re getting shafted. As soon as the consumer credit dries up and people can’t keep living on 21% interest and unfounded hope, apparently they suddenly understand that class has never been abolished in America. They find that it’s more difficult than they expected to go out and earn $500,000 to pay off their mortgage, and that living beyond their means isn’t nearly as glamorous as it once seemed. I wonder if they feel stupid for being so blind for so long… Enjoy your class war, folks!

This is an interesting article from the Economist. Why does everybody love Steve Jobs, while they despise other billionaires?

On a related note, I am amused with the new trend of hating on the rich. It’s an interesting departure from days of yore, when everyone assumed that the rich were just harder-working better people. Ah, to go back to those innocent days of 1998!

Clinton! Now there was a real president!

Anyway, I like how the term class war is seeping into the popular discourse. Of course, there is quite a large difference between a bunch of Ivy League twats who are offended that they’re not earning six figures right out of college talking about class war, and an actual class war. 

I don’t feel particularly bad for either the Ivy League twats or the billionaires. And I have a feeling that these self-declared class warriors would run away flailing their arms and screaming if they ever found themselves in a non-white working class neighborhood. 

It would be one thing if class war were as simple as that scene in Casablanca where everyone is in Harry’s Bar singing the Marseillaise, nicely dressed with glasses of champagne in their hands, followed by a hearty self-congratulation at their singing louder than those pesky Germans. But I suppose it’s not.

Well, good luck, you class warriors!