I drove past a bus stop today. American public transport. It was in front of what could only be a public housing complex. The complex had a central entryway and it led onto a sidewalk and out to the bus stop. Our Florida county has an excellent bus system. But I do not take it and I never will. No, I am not better than others. But, it is not me. It makes me uncomfortable and causes me to probably face the fact that I would be conspicuous in the crowd that does use it. In another life, I live far from a world that includes relying upon others to get me to my destination. I grew up in rural NoCal and raised a family in rural Idaho.
I have lived in Europe, where everyone uses public transport and it is normal, runs like a clock and is user friendly. Everyone can use it and take it from one end of England clear to the tippy top of Scotland. Everything is easily accessible because the landmass is not America. It is doable and a journey is not measured in days, like here in America. I remember when we lived in the UK, we told our neighbor we were going to Scotland for a long weekend. He was shocked. Just 3-4 days to go to Scotland and back to Oxford? Well, that is a fortnight holiday for them because it is such a distance! 300 miles! We laughed. And drove. It gave us THE MOTHER of memorable close calls and we are lucky to be alive to write this to you today. And…we are all the stronger for it. We have a driving backbone made of Scottish asphalt. We laugh in the face of “2 lane” roads here in the US! Ha! This could be 4 lanes with a passing lane. American wussies!
But, I digress. Apologies. Today I see the bus stop and the entrance to the public housing complex. They are probably 50 feet apart. And…every single last person I see loitering in this space was a roller. There must have been at least 8 people. In wheelchairs, in the little scooters, jostling for space in the narrow entrance of the apartment building and confines of the bus stop shelter. It looked like a bunch of snails rolling around. How can there be so many lame? So many handicapped? So many obese? Oh, and that view from today doesn’t begin to describe the guy I saw the other night on the way out to dinner. If I was alone I would have pulled over to see how that story ended. Sometimes you have to go through less than stellar areas to avoid traffic. I see 2 Sheriff deputies talking to a gal in front of her house and she is wearing scrubs. And then, headed straight towards them, behind the Ross, I see this skinny dark guy, probably 100 pounds, driving one of those scooters. He was about 20 years old, tall and skinny with short dreads. He has a crack pipe clenched between his teeth and his eyes are closed more than they are open. His scooter is weaving, and as it goes to the right, this willowy tweaker bends to the left. It was like a macabre dance of all that is wrong with society. It was seriously sick. I lost my appetite. He was no threat to anybody but himself. And…he was rolling.
I am seriously disgusted by the way the government has taken our tax dollars and enabled those who could have used a hand up instead of a hand out. Their scooters are piled high with junk food in the grocery stores, on our dime. We pay for them to be on drugs, to stay home, to drive a scooter instead of getting off their lame asses and work. When are we going to call a spade a spade? Yeah, too late for that. Generational welfare class is a thing and it passes the baton to a new generation every second and Uncle Sam aids and abets the willful killing of each and every American spirit that is rolling around. Where does your church send their offerings? Overseas? To the less fortunate? Across an ocean to the disadvantaged? To missionaries preaching the Good News in Eastern Europe? Africa? Trust me…they are better off than we are in the United States. I have boots on the ground in Europe and have been to Africa more than once and recently. It is better there than here. Newsflash! The media is lying about how terrible things are “out there”. They don’t subsidize the Rolling Class. People stand. They may paint and sell their artwork on a tarp in the dirt, but they are doing. They may collect old telephone wire and make a basket and sell it, but they are doing. Yes, they are poor. I will not lie and tell you that I am comfortable with that fact, but I also support their endeavors to better themselves by buying what they make. Original, one of a kind. made with their own 2 hands, or hands of their family. They have drive, because if they didn’t, they WOULD NOT EAT. Yes, I imagine some resort to criminal activity. But, most resort to productivity.
America has created a whole new society of cripples. Crippled in their mind, their body and pretty much every other way one can be a manufactured disadvantaged class. The long slide down has been slowly happening and we haven’t been paying attention. And, now they want us ALL to shoot ourselves in the leg so we can be on equal footing. The chasm is growing between those who do and those who don’t.
I am more comfortable around those that DO. I have a problem with those that DON’T. Yes, Uncle Sam has turned those that CAN into those that DON’T. I have a big problem with that. Can we have some government accountability for all these cities that have become giant cess pools filled with the dregs of humanity? Enabling the drug culture along with ramping up the reintroduction of third world diseases like typhoid and tuberculosis? Rats are becoming a huge problem, not only in these homeless camps and the surrounding buildings, but in Washington DC as well. The capital is infested with them. On our dimes.