Hey Troy —
That’s quite the missive there! Let me try to address your main points:
Here’s something that a lot of people don’t know about me (online anyway) — my late father was a self-made millionaire. He didn’t hit that point until his fifties, but he did it. A far cry from his rural upbringing, so I get your rags-to-riches story. My dad spent his whole life trying to shed his country boy origins. Never saw him wear a pair of jeans. He equated them with poverty.
He would have liked you. The whole kindred spirit thing.
Also, his brother (my uncle, obviously) married a lovely lady whose family just happened to own a big national supermarket chain. And a chain of drugstores. Money on a truly epic scale.
Anyway, my dad was proud of what he accomplished, as you are.
He definitely helped shape me politically. We were both Independents, but he leaned very Libertarian. I miss our hours at the kitchen table and on the phone trying to punch holes in each other’s theories. Good times, and it prepared me well for … THIS.
I believe in social democracy. People making a shit ton of money is fine by me — as long as they pay their fair share of taxes and provide their employees (who after all provide their lavish lifestyle) a good salary and treat them with dignity. Neither of these things are happening now, and it pisses me off. In case you couldn’t tell.
Although the growing B-Corp movement is giving me renewed hope about capitalism with a conscience. You should look into that. It’s a win/win for business owners and their employees.
As far as the rest … I’m raising my seven-year-old grandson. I have to fight for social and economic justice — it’s my moral responsibility to him and all the other young people who’ll be left to deal with this shit show. But I need to pace myself- being immersed in politics has even landed me in the hospital (high blood pressure, shocker)so I try to back off at least one day a week and just live life in the moment. it helps.
And trust me, I’d never start a commune. Big groups of people are not my thang. That’s why I live in the forest. Yes, Massachusetts has forests. Left Boston for the Big Woods and never looked back.
You’re absolutely right. I have no fucks to give. I say what I feel needs to be said, and folks can do with that what they will. I’m not forcing anyone to read my work.
Now, how we would solve these issues…hahaha, I’d love to have 3–4 martinis with you and talk that through! One would be dead by closing hour…and I’m betting I’d be the corpse.
Thank you for your kind words. It’s very appreciated. People like you make it so much easier to keep on keepin’ on.