The Problem with America Part. 2

America, land of the dreams. Where a man can go from the ghettos of Los Angeles to head of a big-time corporation in New York City. Where, if you fight hard enough, you can achieve anything. Then again, if your sixteen years old and come from a family fortune, all you have to do is send a video into a major broadcasting channel telling them how spoiled and perfect you are. If you do so, you have a chance at being send several thousand dollars and a camera crew. It seems that these days being selfish, underage and spoiled is celebrated. Watch as the rich girl hires male strippers and her mother buys her a brand new Mercedes-Benz. Watch in high-definition as she cries when someone plays the wrong song or when the cake isn’t her favorite flavor. This is what the land of hopes has become, to where we take the time to watch the little bitch with no job cuss out her father when the corvette is blue and not red.

Society seems to show sympathy and hands out money to people rather than sit back and make them earn it. Welfare to the twenty-one year old single white male, who can’t get a job because of affirmative action. Affirmative action, where you’re given a job based on your color, income, or stature. Being obese is acceptable and people feel bad for you. Because you passed a healthy weight a hundred and fifty pounds ago and you can’t get your lazy ass off the couch. You get a hand out because you have a “medical condition” or “It’s not your fault, you weren’t encouraged enough as a child”. You’d think that after two heart attacks, you’d realize that the pills weren’t working and you might have to do something about it. But no, these people are given sympathy.

But no, it’s not just the obese and the unmotivated getting the handouts in America these days. If you’re a supermodel…wait. If you’re a singer…ummm… if you make a good sex video… damn. If you’re famous for no reason other than your filthy rich, the justice system goes easy on you. Even being in prison for thirty days, expect the world to hold its breath for you. If your anorexic, and didn’t even earn the money you blow in triple digits every night, expect the entire country to read about you in the headlines.

And on top of all the handouts, most people are so ungrateful for them. Thank you taxpayers for buying my alcohol and helping me get back on my feet. Thank you for smiling at me as I shovel down an entire buffet. Where’s the thank you from all the convicts? Thank you for the air conditioning after I murdered your wife. Everyone wants you to feel bad for them, and I’m personally sick of it. Product of your environment? Not your fault? Unfair? Hold that thought. I need to go change the line “Pursuit of Happiness” to “Welcome to America, we’ll pursue it for you.”