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Within a radius of 4 homes from me, I know for sure that 1 home has a person receiving disability from an injury while working in a plant. He somehow manages to collect scrap metal in the neighborhood and weld it in his workshop all day long. We have another home with a disability recipient with a more serious claim to injury, yet manages to still hold down an off the books part-time job which entails a good amount of physical labor. Another home with a person getting welfare benefits. Another home with a public school teacher. Another home with a state university employee.

In all but one home that I know people in, I in some way am coerced into paying the salaries of the people living there. Mind you that we live in one of the nicest areas in Rochester. And for the families that do not fall into this category, my wife and I pay to send their children to schools which spend twice as much as our Catholic schools do. And did I forget to mention that virtually every one of these folks outearns us? Now that’s Progressive.

In case you wish to castigate me for not liking to pay someone’s salary … slow down. When people persuade me to purchase goods and services from them, I love paying their salaries. My roofer, my chimney repair man, my supermarket chain, etc. all serve me well – and I voluntarily contribute to their well being by purchasing the goods and services they peddle. Not the case for the most of my neighbors.

And much like yesterday’s post, I feel like this, too, is a source of a disconnect. While I see this as coercive looting, my guess is that others see it as, “why isn’t he grateful to have all these public servants around him.” I don’t know where the “disabled” fit into this.

One Response to “Maybe This is Why No One Likes Me”

  1. Harry says:

    Are any of those neighbors named Binder?

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