Sorry Obama, I’m not stimulating this economy fast enough :( I have failed you.
I am a bit short on cash, so I’m spending my money with fat corporations like book publishers and video game companies. I don’t often have enough cash to spare on family restaurants like this one in Glendale. I have heard plenty of good reviews about the Toasted Bun restaurant, and I always drive past it without realizing that it’s a restaurant. 
Damn, if only I could have done more. If only I could have bought another cheeseburger… if only I had spent an extra $1.95 on fries and a soda… the economy would have been a better place today. 
I WAS SO SELFISH. I WAS A FOOL!!!
I didn’t consider… the business owner. The small business man is having such a difficult time competing with other giant fast food industries. Damn Damn Damn I am so ashamed of my modest wealth. 
Please, just give the rich people some more money. Please sir, tax my wealth and take it forcefully so I can stop having money left over after my modest expenses on cheaper food and the occasional books. I don’t deserve this. 
BUT. But…. there is hope. The rich can stimulate the shit out of this economy. Please leave them with more money, oh please. They will buy that extra burger, that I never could. They will buy that extra soda, that I never tasted… that THE ECONOMY never tasted. 
Please sir, help an economy in need. I have done all that I could, but it was not enough ;_; Sadness.

Sorry Obama, I’m not stimulating this economy fast enough :( I have failed you.

I am a bit short on cash, so I’m spending my money with fat corporations like book publishers and video game companies. I don’t often have enough cash to spare on family restaurants like this one in Glendale. I have heard plenty of good reviews about the Toasted Bun restaurant, and I always drive past it without realizing that it’s a restaurant. 

Damn, if only I could have done more. If only I could have bought another cheeseburger… if only I had spent an extra $1.95 on fries and a soda… the economy would have been a better place today. 

I WAS SO SELFISH. I WAS A FOOL!!!

I didn’t consider… the business owner. The small business man is having such a difficult time competing with other giant fast food industries. Damn Damn Damn I am so ashamed of my modest wealth. 

Please, just give the rich people some more money. Please sir, tax my wealth and take it forcefully so I can stop having money left over after my modest expenses on cheaper food and the occasional books. I don’t deserve this. 

BUT. But…. there is hope. The rich can stimulate the shit out of this economy. Please leave them with more money, oh please. They will buy that extra burger, that I never could. They will buy that extra soda, that I never tasted… that THE ECONOMY never tasted. 

Please sir, help an economy in need. I have done all that I could, but it was not enough ;_; Sadness.

Homeless people make me sad.
They make me sad because if we spent the some public money trying to get these people off the streets and into prideful jobs, our cities would be a less gloomy place. There’s nothing wrong with letting the government help them out since we would give them change on the streets anyway, and that can be considered - collectively - public money.
They make me sad because they represent the lost potential in our economy and society.
They make me sad because they represent survival and not prosperity. 
They make me sad because we’re not supposed to be like them, and they desperately want to be like us. 
I am not homeless or poor, and I live a comfortable life.
I know this guy on the streets of Glendale, California whose name is Goldfish, or so he says. I got him some lunch a few years back and he gave me a horrible argument of how California is a communist state and how the president can do whatever he wants. He was also trying to sell off a book as his own writing, although it clearly wasn’t. He told me stories of how he was a billionaire in Cuba at one time and how he won’t get a job because he can never feel comfortable about the idea of having a boss. He told me about how he has an apartment somewhere, so technically he wasn’t homeless…. but then again considering the blatant lies he told me already, I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. Either way, he’s still in Glendale and if you walk along Brand street, you can find him sitting near the Brand Bookshop. He wears some beige work boots, jeans, a white t-shirt or some other unbuttoned collared shirt, and he’s black. Hard to miss. 
With that story, I wanted to say that this guy was pretty nice. I feel like he offered me entertainment for food.
Poor people don’t bite, unless they have food in their hands.
Poor people don’t always have opportunities tossed in their faces.
The next time you see a politician asking for some more public funding to help the actually needy and poor people of America, please don’t try to convince yourself that trickle down economics works.
Please don’t try and convince yourself that the rich need to be taxed less in order to save the middle class.
Please don’t convince yourself that the Laffer curve works with government taxation with our current growth rate. 
JUST GIVE THE GUY SOME CHANGE DAMMIT is all I’m trying to say.

Homeless people make me sad.

They make me sad because if we spent the some public money trying to get these people off the streets and into prideful jobs, our cities would be a less gloomy place. There’s nothing wrong with letting the government help them out since we would give them change on the streets anyway, and that can be considered - collectively - public money.

They make me sad because they represent the lost potential in our economy and society.

They make me sad because they represent survival and not prosperity. 

They make me sad because we’re not supposed to be like them, and they desperately want to be like us. 

I am not homeless or poor, and I live a comfortable life.

I know this guy on the streets of Glendale, California whose name is Goldfish, or so he says. I got him some lunch a few years back and he gave me a horrible argument of how California is a communist state and how the president can do whatever he wants. He was also trying to sell off a book as his own writing, although it clearly wasn’t. He told me stories of how he was a billionaire in Cuba at one time and how he won’t get a job because he can never feel comfortable about the idea of having a boss. He told me about how he has an apartment somewhere, so technically he wasn’t homeless…. but then again considering the blatant lies he told me already, I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. Either way, he’s still in Glendale and if you walk along Brand street, you can find him sitting near the Brand Bookshop. He wears some beige work boots, jeans, a white t-shirt or some other unbuttoned collared shirt, and he’s black. Hard to miss. 

With that story, I wanted to say that this guy was pretty nice. I feel like he offered me entertainment for food.

Poor people don’t bite, unless they have food in their hands.

Poor people don’t always have opportunities tossed in their faces.

The next time you see a politician asking for some more public funding to help the actually needy and poor people of America, please don’t try to convince yourself that trickle down economics works.

Please don’t try and convince yourself that the rich need to be taxed less in order to save the middle class.

Please don’t convince yourself that the Laffer curve works with government taxation with our current growth rate. 

JUST GIVE THE GUY SOME CHANGE DAMMIT is all I’m trying to say.