At last, our nation has reached a milestone in fairness, at last. Maybe. Almost. Soon, perhaps.
For decades our nation has been slowly evolving into a country of misinformed whiners over many things. One of those things is the minimum wage.
Last time I looked the minimum wage stood at $7.25/hour. That is not an insignificant amount of money, although as an entry level salary it is better than nothing.
People have argued for decades about something they call a “living wage.” A living wage is an amount of money a person needs to earn in order to live comfortably. And there are a lot of nebulous words both in and omitted from that sentence designed to equally misinform and confuse.
Upon examination, there is no mention about the background of an employee. Is the hire new to the workforce? Has the new hire brought a lot of baggage along from a previously-failed job? Can they actually arrive to work on-time, or at all?
Living comfortably is another word salad that is often misconstrued by the reader. My idea of living comfortably is quite different from Jeff Bezos’ idea. Is there a career path involved with the work position? How about health insurance and paid time off?
All these must be factored in to the equation when discussing job, particularly minimum wage jobs.
My third job was still a minimum wage job which took me far away from home. There. I needed to find an apartment, acquire transportation, buy food, purchase laundry detergent, buy a 12” black and white television which sat upon a tray table, and purchase enough roach spray to control the population of non-rent-paying critters.
If you’re thinking that I don’t know how tough it is to survive under those circumstances, you are clearly mistaken. But, I’m old. Minimum wage in days of yore – I’m so old they discontinued my blood type – was a whopping $2.10/hour.
The only way I foresaw escaping that treadmill of squalor was to achieve more knowledge through more education and hard work. Today’s whiners do just that: whine until they get a raise. For your information, the federal minimum wage will reach $15/hour in a few short years to grease those squeaky wheels. But I digress.
Along with the minimum wage debate is a new element called “social justice.”
Another cloudy term that escapes actual definition, the words “social justice” relies upon the reader’s personal definition of how something should be rather than how it actually is.
Pandering politicians, B-list movie actors, has-been athletes, and other publicity whores, are all clamoring for attention aboard the newly-launched social justice train.
Once again, something non-existent or altogether insignificant has soared onto the apex of societal tripe, often with the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.
“Wokeness” is a term created to help minorities overtake civil conversation and demeanor with riots, looting, and racial animus toward anything and everything non-Black.
It’s an old tactic used
throughout the world by strong arm dictators and Socialistic and Communistic
thugs, alike, for generations. This
time, however, it is different. It is
happening in the
The less affluent are being goaded into believing they are “owed” more money rather than “earning” more money, that they “deserve” free educations, free health care, free telephones, free housing, and only the best jobs that can be offered. They have been lied to.
If you don’t think so, read on.
There’s a fellow named LeBron James. He’s a basketball player. He’s Black. He makes lots of money. Lots and lots and lots of money.
Worth every penny of $162 per second
James’ contract for four years is $153,312,846; that is $38,300,000 per year. Not good enough?
That translates into $467,000 per game played, $117,000/quarter $9,700 per minute, or $162 a second. Remember the $15/hour minimum wage?
It seems a though James has
become a powerful voice in the racial injustice movement, saying racial
injustice “remains part of everyday life in
Alas, James is not the stand-up, let’s all rally around group that he likes to make his creepy, racist world appear. James is all for equal treatment of Blacks, while exhibiting anti-White bias. How so?
His team of racists – largely constituted of extra-tall Blacks – feels it necessary to play those Black players more than their White players. Of the 17 players on the Lakers, only one can be considered White. Hardly the diversity Team Clown James espouses at the public microphone.
This sort of selective indignation crosses the border of crocodile tears well into the realm of blatant bigotry.
Stop buying into LeBron James’ sordid world of equality. It’s nothing that applies to the real world.
