The rants of a concerned citizen

I don’t know about you but I have an opinion about almost anything there is to have an opinion about. This does not mean I voice my opinion about everything, just that I simply have an opinion about nearly everything. Various national & global events have affect people differently but ultimately similar outcomes and opinions develop.
What better way to introduce myself than through my stances/opinions on various issues. I’m a simple creature but I am seldom understood. Aggrieved one day about social inequality and unmoved the next about the plight of the poor turned to xenophobic bigots, call me detached.
The recession hit a year ago, up until the news broke I honestly didn’t pay much care to the stock market more than I did for the sea food market, call me aloof. Sadly (but unsurprisingly), the mistakes were made by the big shots sitting in big offices living the big life. But the effects were and are still being felt by the little man on the street. Ain’t life a party!?! Yes, the big shots (safe from the Lehman Brothers and company) are still livin the big life. They may have had to part ways with a jet or two but live big they do. Heck, some even got bonuses from the stimulus packages paid for by the little man – talk about a slap in the face with a wet panty! Ag just call me plain rude.
The middle income man also got a raw deal. The prevailing theme is that there has never been a better time like present to be a middle income man. I say baloney! This is just another way used by the big shot through his ownership of media and other mediums of influence to hide his mistakes so as to calm the masses, and it works like a charm every time. Kiss a lot of bum, shout encouragement and great words from the top of your exclusive tower to a masses who aspires for nothing more than the rare chance of acknowledgement from the big shot and you have just concocted medicine sure to quell the bourgeoisie uprising predicted by Marx. That man must be turned, basted and ready to be served from the grave by now!
Ah the little man, the sorry little creature put on this earth for nothing more than comical relief for the big man. Call me insensitive. How else do you explain it? It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there? Only the strong will survive? They lack the ‘killer’ instinct to make it????? Many, many other phrases are used to describe this sorry bunch. The bunch who continue to break their backs (literally) just so they can get to come back and do it all over again – seriously, there’s Nothing in it for them except for the chance to go back and break whatever else is left of their already broken selves. While the big man sits on his high chair, smoking his unnecessarily expensive Cuban cigar, and choking on the ridiculously expensive single malt served by the middle income man; the ever loyal servant of the big man. Call me unconnected.
But such is life or so I and many others keep convincing ourselves just so we can maintain some kind of grip with our sanity. On the real though, I believe the little man has no chance, but I love and continue to root for him where I must. I pity the middle income man, for this man is neither here nor there. He will forever be ‘just about’ good enough but never good enough – the big man’s shadow is just too wide for this middle income bastard to escape. I’m indignant towards the big man, mainly because of his insatiable appetite and his inability to use what he has been afforded to allow another the same opportunity. Many from this type of man always give in half measures they give what is appropriate but never what is enough because their pot is just not big enough for another hand to dip into – go figure! Call me unrealistic.

Happy days