This article isn’t for everyone; it’s directed at the saggy-assed loser below who left me the comment highlighted. To properly answer his comment it will take some time, so I might as well address it for everyone as well as him. In spite of his negative tone and obvious progressive influence concerning the talking points, there are lessons here that many people will find valuable, so maybe this knuckle-dragging, maniacal idiot might serve some purpose in helping others by default. The commenter was obviously upset in my tone for talking about the reasons that the Tri-County area was failing whereas new developments like Liberty Center are thriving, so that is the context. Like most progressive trained people, they don’t deal with the cause of effects, only the effects. In their minds, anybody who doesn’t want to hang around with low quality people is racist rich people who are the benefactors of “white America.” I term those types of people as lazy and guilty of rationalizing their apathy to not being “lucky” enough to have a good life. So let me address the comments this guy made after we read what he said shown below.
Well, as a fellow middle class white guy who enjoys luxury movie theaters, reading this post filled me with shame. Your idiotic belief that you’re somehow superior to poor people due to the fortunate opportunities you’ve had in life oozes from every venom-filled syllable you typed out. I work hard, I went to college, I studied and earned a lot of what I have–but I also know full well that I had some lucky breaks in life, not least of which was being born into an upper middle class family that could afford investing in my upper education and sending me to a superior school system.
This post pretty much demonstrates exactly why this area of the country is considered so backwards. Your hatred for “welfare recipients” is disgusting, and criticizing people who use public transportation to go to work and purchase goods would be laughable if it wasn’t so painfully knuckle-headed. Are you even aware that there are people who didn’t have a daddy rich enough to buy them a car for their 16th birthday? You want the poor to work, yet don’t want them having any method of getting there, apparently… Unless it’s been so long since you stepped out of your middle class bubble that you haven’t yet realized that the days of getting a job at a corner store two blocks away ended around the time Andy Griffith went off the air.
Sorry to hear that teenagers with baggy jeans scare you so much. I bet you’d shit yourself if you walked into, say, Sycamore High School… except probably not, since *white* kids with baggy jeans likely aren’t what you were talking about. Isn’t that right, gramps?
I’m not sure why you waste your time posting this bull shit. Perhaps it’s your dream in life to become the next Bill Cunningham so you can profit off of further denigrating the reputation of SW Ohio. But having read only this post (searched for reviews on CineBistro), I doubt you’re even talented enough for the easy breezy career of insulting the needy for a living.
This will be only correspondence on here; I refuse to give your mindlessness further traffic than I’ve already given it. Enjoy your deluded, narcissistic life
Before getting into specifics, first, a little about me, since he brought up his assumption of me. Nobody ever gave me anything in life, I fought and slugged it out for everything that I am and have. Anybody who tries to take something from me learns how hard I defend it because I worked so hard to have it. I am also smart enough to know that it’s not the material things you have that make a person great, but it’s the soul of the benefactor. However, “stuff” is trophies of success—they are signs of victories gained on the battlefield of life and they are something you should be proud of. With that said, being “middle-class” is an insult. That’s like being proud of being a perpetual second place person all your life. Striving to win and have success is extremely important. Not so important that you commit suicide when you don’t win, but trying to win is what it’s all about. Material goods are signs of those victories.
Second, nobody should ever just be happy with the confined income of their job. If you are, then you are a loser. You allow your peers to control your destiny. For instance, say a person of decent means works at P&G, which is a good local company that pays fairly well, most of the time. You go to the store and see a really nice jacket that is $400, and you decide you really want it. But you look at your finances and decide you can’t pay for it, because you have a $2000 per month mortgage, a $600 car payment, a cell phone bill, furniture payments, vacation allowances—etc and realize that your $75,000 per year wage just won’t allow you to get the coat. You get paid that $75K per year based on an average work week of 40 to 50 hours, and you like your job. It took six years of college to get the job and about $80,000 in college debt to obtain the HR interview to obtain the 7’ tall cubical in the middle of a room full of other similar people. You get an hour for lunch and can browse the internet during the day when you’re bored from your job and need some intellectual stimulation. But you just can’t find the justification for that coat. So it goes un-purchased and inwardly you become bitter because other people can afford coats like the one you like, but for some reason, you can’t. Well, let me explain to you dear reader why you can’t afford that coat if you find yourself in the situation of that example. It’s because you are under employed.
There are 168 hours in a week and I seldom waste any of them. If you like to win at life, you have to make all those 168 hours work for you in some way, even when you take time to sleep. The world is a competitive place so you cannot waste a single one of those hours on objectives that are not aligned with your value system—otherwise you will lose at life. Those hours could be spent doing things you enjoy, they could be spent sleeping, drawing, reading, or watching movies, but there should always be an underlying plan for those spent hours. Perhaps a nice dinner might put you in the right mind for an important task, so you reward yourself an hour and a half at a prime restaurant experience to get ready. If you are only working 40 to 50 hours a week and are putting an artificial cap on your income at $75K then you are choking yourself from the potential of the 118 mismanaged hours left in the week. Many might say that they spend that time with their families, or doing things for “them” like playing video games or watching movies on Netflix, but if you want to be a happy person everything you do, including your work, should make you happy—and you should not waste time.
Humans are competing with each other in life for how much of those 168 hours they can squeeze success out of. If you only work one job then you are artificially limiting your income potential and giving your employer power over whether you win or lose at life. And it’s not just people in America, its people all over the world. There are workers in other countries that do not stop working ever. They sleep at their jobs and their co-workers are their family. In a global marketplace, we are racing against them. So people like this commenter who complain that they are only “middle-class” and were not given opportunities, or perhaps were given “lucky breaks” in life have not earned their place among the world leaders in productivity by merit. Somebody might have helped them get to the front of the pack, but that is not a common means of wealth acquisition. It’s “cheating.” One of the aspects of Donald Trump that I like is that he made his children work at minimum wage to learn the value of money. He could have given them cars, homes, and endless vacations—instead he gets mad at them if they don’t work on Saturdays—even through he is a billionaire. I know a lot of successful people and I know what they do to earn the right to buy expensive things. I know how many hours they work to get there—even when they go to movies or have dinner with their families. Many of them work 100 hours per week in some fashion or another. It comes with the territory. Out of all them, I don’t know anybody who works harder than I do—or longer. I make a point to use every single hour of the 168 hours given to me in a week to its full advantage. I never waste time and I have no sympathy for people who advocating that waste. Because I work so hard when I hear complaints from people falling behind in life, it makes me sick to hear what pathetic losers they are—and this guy is one of those types. He only gets mad because he sees people ahead in life and has to justify why he’s always in second place. It makes him feel better to believe that someone like me was given an “opportunity” or that I was lucky by some draw from a mythical deck of cards in a giant gambling game called life. Some people get an Ace card while others get a Joker. All that thinking is 100% wrong and I have no sympathy or tolerance for that lazy behavior. In my book if a person works less than 100 hours per week, they are lazy, because they are losing opportunities in life. Those opportunities may not be all career or income generating—they may be family opportunities, or personal growth options—like reading a book—or writing one. But every hour of every day of every week is valuable, and people should not waste them. Work hard and buy the damn coat that you want. Then wear it proudly.
As to the “gramps” comment—this guy is obviously young, so he plays into what I’ve said about Millennials—that they are lazy. Andy Griffith was a wonderful show and those young kids would do well to learn something of value from that old television program. Currently I’m 47 years old, so if that’s old, it probably is to a guy who is still mentally and intellectually 15 years old and looking for the basic primal human needs revolving around his sexual nature—like impressing a potential mate so that they stick their junk into that person and pollinate them like some jelly fish in the middle of the ocean that is functioning from the same primal necessity. I don’t like saggy pants on any young person, I don’t care what color their skin is. It’s a disgraceful trait to show one’s ass to the world which is a fashion trend invented in our prison system to advertise availability to other inmates. It’s a despicable mode of conduct. And to the point of being scared, nothing scares me. There is a big difference between being judgmental and being scared. I am proud to be judgmental because it means I have a value system that allows a scale of behavioral measurements. Being scared implies victimization and passivity—and those are not attributes that describe me in any way. So the term scared does not apply to me. I do not fear inferiority to others. I do not fear lack of success. And I do not fear peer review—in any fashion—at all.
As to being in some kind of “middle-class” bubble, I’ve spent plenty of time in slums. There was a time in my life that I bought the tires for my car on Liberty Street in Over-the-Rhine in Cincinnati, which is the ghetto neighborhood of South West, Ohio because they were only $5 each. They changed the tire right on the street and put them on the rim on the sidewalk. I’ve spent time in South Chicago and in the slums around Washington D.C. In all those cases it was at night. Of course there were challenges thrown at me, attempted criminal activity and I never experienced anything to keep me from returning again and again. If there is something I need in those places that help me utilize more of the 168 hours I have in a week, I get them anywhere I need to. And I’ve never lost a dollar to a threat of violence during a robbery. Eventually they stop trying because word gets around. So I don’t know what “middle-class” bubble this guy is talking about. I don’t live in one.
But with all that said, I enjoy spending my time around people who share my work ethic, not people who are cheating in life with welfare. Government assistance is like having the might of confiscated wealth legally stolen from people like me—who work very hard—and giving it to people so that they can pretend to be equal to the people at the front of the pack productively. It’s an artificial “middle-class” created to ensure that the upper-class are always the politicians who steal the money to stay in power. Public transportation falls under that system of class creation as the government often interprets it. I would walk before I shared space with people who do not share my values. I do not like taxi services, I don’t like public trains, and I hate buses—especially city buses. I would walk or ride a bicycle before I ever got on a public bus. So when Tri-County started busing in people from regions around the city into the relatively nice area of one of the most popular malls in Southern Ohio—it started to kill the productivity of the area because it forced the productive to mingle with the unproductive. And those two groups don’t go together—they don’t like each other. It has nothing to do with race, or sex—it has everything to do with value systems. Self-reliant hard-working people who squeeze everything they can out of their 168 hour week are repulsed by people who waste nearly all of their 168 hours with government subsidies. In the game of life, government handouts and public transportation are equitable to cheating—and I don’t respect people using those services based on my value system.
And lastly, Bill Cunningham is a loser. I do lots of radio. I have been offered jobs on radio, and likely I could probably do a show like Howard Stern does and do pretty well with ratings and money. But, this blog gives me 100% control over my content and I like not having a boss. I write these daily articles for the same reason that Ben Franklin had his own printing company, to publish his work without prostituting out his content. In radio you have to support whatever product is sponsoring your shows, and I just won’t do that. Now, specific to Bill Cunningham, there is more to our relationship than the little scandal he led against me in 2012 by siding with the Cincinnati Enquirer by the request of Lakota school teachers who begged him at Willie’s in West Chester to get me off the air at 700 WLW. In 1996 I had purchased quite a lot of air time on 700 WLW for a product I was working on and Bill Cunningham was my paid spokesman. I was supposed to come on his show to talk about my product, but the night before I was to arrive in the studio Cunningham had three strippers dance nude on the air for him that was really disgusting. At that time Cunningham was trying to compete with Howard Stern in New York for a ratings share, and it worked to some extent. It was a shock jock approach that boosted Cunningham’s national presence eventually leading to his Jerry Springer style show in New York years later. When the producer called me to arrive I refused saying that Cunningham did not represent my values and that I would not appear after the night before—because it had cheapened my impression of him. I was working with a public relations firm in downtown Cincinnati that was very well-known and they went ballistic about my decision. So there was a lot of pressure on me to appear on the show even though I had drawn my line in the sand. I didn’t go on, and I cancelled the remaining advertising which featured Cunningham’s voice. Years later Cunningham would try to get me back when I was doing the Lakota anti-tax work, and even then I did everyone’s show except for his. I went on with Scott Sloan, Doc Thompson, Marc Amazon and especially Darryl Parks. But never Cunningham, because I never forgot about that issue in 1996. Now, you can’t hold grudges the way I do and expect to succeed in radio, so I have no desire to be anything close to a Bill Cunningham. I have my own methods, and I use them in my way—which is how I like it. Apparently that valueless slug who wrote me doesn’t understand what I’m talking about, but that’s also why he’s a loser. I don’t like people like Bill Cunningham—he makes John McCain look like a conservative because he’s so liberal in his social and economic beliefs. He just pretends to be a conservative. He was the same idiot who advised John Kasich to go moderate from his original Tea Party leanings which turned him into another Ted Strickland and an embarrassment to Ohio with his buy-in to Obamacare.
So for that poor sap of a loser who wrote me with the assumption that he knew something about life—he was just a parrot, a mindless entity repeating what public schools have been teaching him about the rich, and “white middle-class traditionalists.” In some ways he’s a victim to the failures of modern society, but he’s guilty of following without doing the work himself to learn something else more useful. That is essentially because he’s happy to just cruise through life unmotivated and attributing any success he’s had in life to luck rather than hard work. He’s a second-hander who is obviously wasting their life on meaningless tripe and progressive bullet points. And he’s just pathetic. There are millions of people just like him and they are detriments to existence. Only they don’t yet know it because they haven’t given the time to think about the ramifications of their idiotic social stances. And that’s a shame. People like him waste their 168 hours per week and that makes them a menace to the productivity of American enterprise, and pieces of shit in my book—which is the only book I care about.
Rich “Cliffhanger” Hoffman