Only Liberal Elites Consider Work “Demeaning” and “Racist”

And the Imperial Minister of Truth, Bill Whittle, spells it out so even a liberal ought to be able to understand it. If they wanted to understand it, of course, which they don’t.



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    LC HJ Caveman82952 growls and barks:

    Reminds me of a job during my junior and senior years in high school…busing tables and cleaning puke for a buck twenty-five an hour on Fraiday, Saturday and Sunday nights until two AM. Then there was the hour of work at home taking care of the animals. It felt good to buy my own smokes, take my girl out for a burger and fries, gas for moms car and help out when I could. On m own I either walked or rode a small motorcycle. In later life, it proving difficult, ten years at two jobs, five years without a single day off, my idea of time off was losing a job.
    I fail to see where it did me any harm……but then again, jobs in the sticks tend to be seasonal, I felt damn fortunate. Now I see folks feeling cheated when they don’t get welfare. The thought never crossed my mind.
    I have nothing but contempt for them.
    Maybe that’s why I ended up here…..

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    Emperor Misha I growls and barks:

    LC HJ Caveman82952 says:

    I fail to see where it did me any harm……

    But you were harmed, don’t you see?

    Forced by cruel fate to work as a slave in a sweat shop for disgusting, filthy mammon, you were deprived of all of the time you should have spent holding hands with your teachers, listening to how special you were regardless of what you might ever do or not do and how demeaning, how downright whorish it is to prostitute yourself to a boss instead of having the Good, True, Loving Nanny State take care of you and your every need.

    OK, I can only do so much of this sarcasm stuff before I start retching, so I’ll stop here :em05:

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    LC Light29ID growls and barks:

    Why should we work when we have Obongo the Kenyan Klingon Fuckers Magic Money Making Machine:

    From ZEROHedge:

    United Welfare States of America: In 2011 Nearly Half The Population Received Some Form Of Government Benefit

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    LC Xystus growls and barks:

    Speaking of Obi-Wrong Baracki, on my starting & finishing Mr. Whittles’s video, an ad soliciting (“I need your help”) for die grosse Nulle popped up across the bottom of the screen. That’s some thick irony.

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    LC Grammar Czar, G.L.O.R. growls and barks:

    There once was a time when welfare was something to be avoided, if at all possible. If you DID need it, you were ashamed and vowed to use it only as long as you absolutely NEEDED it. NOW, it’s worn like a badge of honor, and people do all they can to get ON it.

    Back in the mid 70’s, my sister and BIL were getting welfare. There was an opening at a Burger King a couple of blocks from where they lived. I mentioned it to my bil…his reply? “I’m too good to work at Burger King.”

    My grandmother reared five children, three of whom eventually became lawyers; one, a teacher; and the other, an legal secretary. Every year, the kids scattered far and wide to husk corn, pick apples, sweep streets. My own father joined the Civilian Conservation Corps and went to Wyoming. Let me tell you, her contempt for people who didn’t work was well-known.

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    My niece shat out a kid with a guy whom I can only describe as the Lost Vietnamese Jersey Shore Member and then proceeded to BRAG to me… yes BRAG… about how she was getting FREE health care, FREE food, FREE dental care, FREE education… just for having squeezed out a fuck trophy without marrying the scumbag, who went out, cheated on her with a stripper, knocked up said stripper and received the clap in return.

    I asked her if she realized that the funding for all this “free” shit is taken from paychecks of hard-working Americans like me – people who have to work two jobs just to make ends meet so they can support their kids without the help of their worthless fathers. That shut her fat yap up.

    I worked for an orthodontist when I was in high school. I remember working as a junior in high school for an orthodontist, digging around in people’s braces, having kids puke on me, etc. I also worked as a waitress at a camp for senior citizens. THAT was a joy!

    It sure didn’t kill me.

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    LC Jackboot IC/A growls and barks:

    Sheeesh..and nobody ever told me that my job in H.S. as a janitor was soo demeaning either. That was a lot easier than humping 80 lb hay bales in the fields and up in the 130 degree loft, 14 hrs/day on the farm in the summer time. Oh and I started that for 75 cents per hour, but it sure was cool with the chicks that I had my own car at 16 and money to spend on them dating. None of which came from Mommy or Daddy. Odd that huh?

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    Haverwilde growls and barks:

    $1.25 an hour, $0.75 an hour. . . .. you guys are a bunch of old farts aren’t you.
    (my first hourly pay was 90 cents.)

    I started work at age of 9 deliverinig newspaper, at 14 was a grocery store clerk, at 15 began working as a janitor. Had to choose between a job and football, and chose t he job.
    Man, that hurt. The football players got all the babes!

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    LC Panzermann growls and barks:

    Started out cleaning, too. In a big hotel and convention center. We cleaned everything, and I mean everything. All shifts, all the overtime I could get.

    Nothing to be ashamed of and it was good money. And it built a work ethic that is still useful to me today.

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    LC Xealot growls and barks:

    I’ve been pretty fortunate. Most of my life, I’ve had a nice cushy programming job. A/C. Good pay. No sweat.

    But back in 2001, like most computer folks, I lost my job and couldn’t get another computer job. Did I bitch and moan? Did I ask for handouts? No. I got a job driving forklifts and hauling boxes over at a local Costco. It paid crap. Long hours. And I was a bit too skinny to be lifting some of that shit, maybe (tell you what, it beefed me up good). Doesn’t matter. I had a job, I kept myself afloat. Many of my compatriots were unwilling to “stoop” so low. Fuck ’em.

    You do what you have to do. Sometimes that means shoveling shit.

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    LC Light29ID growls and barks:

    As I quoted my dear mother in a earlier thread “If you want it go out and earn it, now change the gotdamn channel”. Started out on a pig farm, then janitor which turned into a warehouse/garage gig through HS. Part time during the school year and full time in the summer plus all the OT I wanted. Spent most of it on the gf, beer, gas and Godfathers pizza after the game. The rest I wasted.

    The boss was so impressed with my work I was making 8.00 an hr back in ’82 and that was damn good money back then pulling $400 a week before taxes during the summer and he made me the assistant warehouse manager. I learned more about logistics then most people learn in college which helped me later on in life.

    Never once did I think it was beneath me.

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    sleeper growls and barks:

    My first “job” was picking up hay bales from the field and putting them up in barns. My cut was 5 cents a bale. I was 12 or 13. Moved on to building fences and other chores for $2 an hour. Once I worked for a couple of days at $5 an hour. I guess they felt bad about me shoveling shit.

    Later on in college I mowed lawns and painted. Then worked delivering shingles and running a hot roofing kettle (in the summer, of course). I was the guy in coveralls with an axe chopping up the tar so it would melt faster in the kettle. Took a lot of crap for being the “college boy”. I mopped floors at a dining club off campus in exchange for meals.

    My first job out of college was designing circuit boards, making more money than I had ever made before. I remember sitting in an air-conditioned building in front of a big monitor while twitching my right hand to move the mouse around, thinking THIS is why I went to college.

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    LC BOATS growls and barks:

    My first job was on a farm in Georgia when I was six years old while living with my grandparents on my mothers side. when the season was right I helped pull worms off the tobacco plants in the mornings before school then hanging the tobacco in the barns for curing. when the cotton was ready to harvest we spent our days ( daylight to dark ) hand picking the cotton for a penny a pound. I could only manage around 25 lbs. a day but my uncle could sometime get 200 lbs. Later after moving north to IN. I started work at one of the first Micky Ds at 50 cents an hour but soon worked my way up to 75 cents, hell I had finally made the big time and working 70 to a 100 hours a week I could afford almost any thing I could imagine at the age of 14. Even after I got out of the service My first factory job stated out at 2.50 an hour but I had insurance and that really helped out for a guy with a young family to support. Like most of you here Ive worked all my life and it never hurt me and anyone that says it does better go talk to someone else that will buy that shit.

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    Radical Redneck growls and barks:

    *PUKE* I just heard Odingleberry is going to have Warren Buffet’s secretary sitting in the first lady’s *ahem* box for the SOTU tonight.

    The two-bit, cynical and uber-transparent theatrics of this demagogue would have Vince McMahon hiding in the corner with shame. :em04:

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    Mark12A growls and barks:

    My first real job was being a police officer for the grand sum of $6000 per year. That, after working on a horse ranch, a McDonald’s, a gas station, as a dishwasher, and shoveling shit out of drains at a car wash. As a kid I delivered papers from a bicycle (with the big canvas bag on the handlebars) and mowed lawns.

    These whiny libtards can kiss my entire ass.

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    VonZorch Imperial Researcher growls and barks:

    LC Xystus says:

    Speaking of Obi-Wrong Baracki, on my starting & finishing Mr. Whittles’s video, an ad soliciting (“I need your help”) for die grosse Nulle popped up across the bottom of the screen. That’s some thick irony.

    I would really like to help him, but not being a psychiatrist, I’m not qualified. :em05:

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    LC Ogrrre growls and barks:

    LC Xealot @ #: 10
    In 1996, 1997 I worked as a recruiter for a company that contracted people for aircraft maintenance and modification. Whenever we called an aircraft mechanic to let them know of jobs available, we always entered notes in our database. The Jobs were all temporary, lasting usually about three months, and most all of the jobs paid $15/hr. I found one series of notes most memorable.
    1)So-and-so just bought new house, not working, doesn’t want to leave California.
    2)Still not working, having troubles making house payments, doesn’t want to leave California.
    3)Still not working, house being foreclosed, doesn’t want to leave California.
    4)Still not working, lost house, doesn’t want to leave California.

    I suppose that to this mechanic, working a temporary job for $15/hr was beneath him, and so demeaning that he would rather lose his house rather than take such a job.

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    nealinnevada growls and barks:

    I’ve been retired for a few years after 10 years of long-haul trucking, six years of college, 23 years of teaching at a community college, followed by a few more years of trucking. I drive everywhere hauling everything that is dangerous (acids, alkalies, explosives) to job sites that are frankly dangerous (gold mines mostly). On Thursday’s I drive a three hour route dropping paperwork to various businesses…pays me $25 an hour…buys my beer each week. One of my stops is the Nevada Welfare Office in Reno, NV. As I approach the place it is the same story every week…people with tattoos, piercings, young and old misfits shreds of human debris eyeballing me for doing such lowly work. I just never thought that the work you did defines you. I always thought how well you did the job defines you…professor or trucker, priest or politician. Bill hit it out of the park again!