Steve
Mostly Harmless
Everyone's biased. Anyone who says that the opinions they hold are strictly subjective is a liar (or maybe I'm being biased against Vulcans ). What I thought would be interesting would be to get a little of why you guys think you are who you are. Are you a product of just being raised in a particular family, or was there a specific, pivotal event in your life that provides a filter?
This comes from the health care thread, where I was told that I believe everyone is a victim. I don't believe that's true, but I do admittedly get very protective of the welfare of the working poor, and it absolutely affects my opinions and positions on subjects like social security and health care.
A lot of my opinions and perspectives on public service and social welfare programs are based on my experience working within and around many of them. But I got into that line of work because there was a period of time in between the military and college when I spent what happened to be one of the worst Winters in a long time in Bellingham, WA in a rat infested studio apartment with a communal bathroom. I had no heat and no oven/range because both were natural gas and I couldn't afford the deposit. I also didn't have a microwave. So, I couldn't even eat top raman. I walked everywhere because I couldn't afford gas or insurance to drive, and was literally making plans for my imminent eviction and homelessness when I finally got work stacking lumber at a cedar finishing plant.
I have an IQ of around 150. I'm from a middle class family. I was (am) neither a drug addict nor an alcoholic, am an honorably discharged veteran and as far as I know, have no mental illness that would preclude me from working. I was 22, and the only two jobs I'd ever really had at the time were McDonalds and the Air Force, so I didn't have a lot of experience going for me. I was desperate and it showed in the interviews, and every job I didn't get made it even more likely that I wouldn't get the next one.
So, in the end, I'd been out of the military for 4 months, had gone from 195 lbs to under 150lbs and I was faced with the prospect that unless I got a job, I'd be homeless. It was eye opening. I didn't then, nor do I now, consider myself to be a victim. I never stopped looking for a job. I never stopped trying to figure out solutions to my problems. But I realized then, and have seen over and over, that sometimes s*** happens.
As I look at things like health care, unemployment, social security, and just about anything else, I am extremely sensitive to the plight of the working poor in our country. These are people who work, often in multiple jobs, who get paid very little and usually receive ONLY what benefits are required by law.
This comes from the health care thread, where I was told that I believe everyone is a victim. I don't believe that's true, but I do admittedly get very protective of the welfare of the working poor, and it absolutely affects my opinions and positions on subjects like social security and health care.
A lot of my opinions and perspectives on public service and social welfare programs are based on my experience working within and around many of them. But I got into that line of work because there was a period of time in between the military and college when I spent what happened to be one of the worst Winters in a long time in Bellingham, WA in a rat infested studio apartment with a communal bathroom. I had no heat and no oven/range because both were natural gas and I couldn't afford the deposit. I also didn't have a microwave. So, I couldn't even eat top raman. I walked everywhere because I couldn't afford gas or insurance to drive, and was literally making plans for my imminent eviction and homelessness when I finally got work stacking lumber at a cedar finishing plant.
I have an IQ of around 150. I'm from a middle class family. I was (am) neither a drug addict nor an alcoholic, am an honorably discharged veteran and as far as I know, have no mental illness that would preclude me from working. I was 22, and the only two jobs I'd ever really had at the time were McDonalds and the Air Force, so I didn't have a lot of experience going for me. I was desperate and it showed in the interviews, and every job I didn't get made it even more likely that I wouldn't get the next one.
So, in the end, I'd been out of the military for 4 months, had gone from 195 lbs to under 150lbs and I was faced with the prospect that unless I got a job, I'd be homeless. It was eye opening. I didn't then, nor do I now, consider myself to be a victim. I never stopped looking for a job. I never stopped trying to figure out solutions to my problems. But I realized then, and have seen over and over, that sometimes s*** happens.
As I look at things like health care, unemployment, social security, and just about anything else, I am extremely sensitive to the plight of the working poor in our country. These are people who work, often in multiple jobs, who get paid very little and usually receive ONLY what benefits are required by law.