Happy Birthday, Mr. President…

Hey, go wish Barack a happy birthday. I did, with a message the bulk of which was from a post I wrote in January.

What a bunch of self-serving, self-absorbed assholes the Dems are. And yes, I used my real name.

Dear Mr. Obama:

I wrote this early this year. I hope you enjoy it on your birthday as you, and your cohorts, like Chelsea Clinton, bask in your disgusting displays of over-the-top conspicuous consumption. You people make me sick.

Raise your hand if you have done any or all of the following since the obamanation was ushered in last January:

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Gone from a six-figure income to less than $30,000 per year.

Criss-crossed the country looking for better paying work only to find none.

Watched helplessly as your credit score, formerly sterling, plummets.

Tried to renegotiate your bills to avoid the former only to be told “No” by bank representatives and had your credit ruined.

Contemplated bankruptcy.

Decided bankruptcy is your only option and will do so when the time is right.

Decided you really didn’t give a shit if the IRS liens your house, or if the bank forecloses on it (and I am not one of those who bought too much house for a rate I could not afford).

Taken work at the same rate of pay as you were making almost thirty years ago as an unskilled laborer in California just to bring some income home.

Realized the irony inherent in the fact that, in your current crapass economic situation, you don’t even qualify for a government subsidy in the form of food stamps or other welfare because you “make too much” and have assets like the house the bank will possibly foreclose on.

Sold jewelry so you could eat for a few days.

Pawned your guns so you could pay the rent.

Ate food you would normally have thrown out so that you could stretch a buck.

Cut juice with water so there would be more for the kids to drink.

Gone to bed hungry and been grateful that you had SOMETHING to eat, and not NOTHING.

Held a garage sale several weeks in a row in freezing temperatures so you would have food money.

Borrowed as much as you can from family and friends, knowing full well you might not be able to pay them back.

Worried about having enough gas just to get to work.

Foregone any and all dental and medical treatment you know is necessary in the long run to prolong your health just because THE MONEY ISN’T THERE. (And no, we don’t need ObamaKennedyPelosicare, or whatever the fuck they’re calling it this week, we need the economy fixed first).

Applied to jobs you were overqualified for in the hopes they would give you a chance.

Applied to jobs you were underqualified for in hopes they would give you a chance.

Applied to any job you thought you might have a chance at, period.

I never thought I’d find myself in this position and now that I am, I have contemplated at great length how it is that in the richest country in the world, someone who has spent the last twenty-five years cultivating my skills has no chance even of getting work at a decent wage. And it’s quite simple really. I am in a business that relies on the wealthy and upper middle class to spend money. All of Obama’s free spending combined with an already suffering economy have caused those with money to hold on to it tighter. Until the health care nonsense is defeated, there will be no economic recovery. The country is effectively financially hobbled until then. And recovery will be slow as people sort out the effects on their finances. Without money changing hands, we will slide deeper into this economic depression. All people like me can do is keep moving forward hoping that I will be lucky enough to be able to parlay my skills into something better again. Because the alternative is unthinkable.

Am I complaining? You’re goddamned right I am. Because I get up every morning in pain and look for a job before going out in freezing weather to work at my $15.00-an-hour job where I am squandering my skills, and I am finding no work doing what I do best. It’s frustrating and demoralizing but at day’s end I am grateful for another day of employment and another day during which I have maintained my twenty-one plus years of sobriety and I can hold my head up knowing I have contributed to this economy as a wage-earner and not sucked off the tit of the government like so many of Obama’s supporters. I have the RIGHT to bitch. I’ve earned it. Recently, Obama had this to say in Ohio:

“Let me tell you, so long as I have the privilege of serving as your president, I’ll never stop fighting for you,” Obama said at the beginning of a town hall meeting with voters Friday. “I’ll take my lumps, too. I’ll never stop fighting to bring jobs back to Elyria. I’ll never stop fighting for an economy where hard work is rewarded, where responsibility is honored, where accountability is upheld, where we’re creating the jobs of tomorrow.”

All I know is, I don’t need the “job of tomorrow”. I need the job I had last year. And the year before, and the year before that…under the Bush administration. Fuck you, Obama. You have no idea what “taking lumps” is. And you don’t fight for me. I don’t need your help in this fight. You’ve done quite enough already. This government can kiss my ass.

Unfortunately, I forgot to add are now selling off everything you can so you can move halfway across the country AGAIN in a month so that you can camp out with relatives and friends until you can get yourselves on your feet. And are actually GRATEFUL for that opportunity.