Being the Guts of the Middle Class' Body

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPnxOOeY1Kg

I found this documentary to be informative.  There are class divides in this country, and they're being made worse thanks to things Obama did, like creating spy squads (our musicians) to advocate against and destroy caste/class crashers, messiahs (organizer of Ferguson) and dissidents, and others targeted by those who didn't do what the rich wanted.  I don't mind being poor.  I like having a functioning brain and not having to worry about being attacked.

It's so moral.

Sad songs or bad songs?

You have the young girls who fight against the pressures (Love and Death's "The Abandoning"), the welfare recipients ("Youthless" Beck says "Useless"),  girls who like rich dudes ("Girl" Beck), the elderly and other vulnerable ("Give Me a Sign" Breaking Benjamin).  And "Novacaine" by 10 Years for me.  I'm a fucking corpse.

Do depart.  I do not deal with the livings' flesh.

And we have got singers like Lady Gaga in the "The Cure" who say they don't have money.  Lana Del Rey did the same thing, saying she was poor.  I love her, but it disturbs me how unfair the playing field has gotten.  Our game has become plastic.  I'll scream, Beck, that's my emotion into noise.

They aren't even trying to hide it.

Now, prior to exposure, I would have observed that the upper middle class make better choices.  I've learned they will tilt the game in their favor and reserve slots for their own offspring, especially by creating environments where they will secure better opportunities (away from me).  Also, there are many traps for people to fall into, like ruining my credit.  Too bad, so sad.... I don't really care.

I went nutty.  Party in the car.

I'm shunned as the unholy--always have been.

I've grown up both in the upper middle class, the middle, middle class and in the working class.  I am often offered up as a sacrificial victim by the upper classes so that the poor will have an enemy besides them.  I have become the guts on the sidewalk, staining the American dream. 

I have issues with the middle class. I won't go into that too much, but you can take my place there.  It's like being a hamster on a wheel.  You won't get anywhere and then you die.  I'd rather walk to work and smell the flowers. 

I'm not a deadweight, thanks Beck.  I've lost my motivation for stupidity.  And no, I'm not trying to get out of work.  I'm saying social mobility is not on my "to do" list, even if I do recover all the way.