America is not a country ...its a business



America is all about the money....always  has been ...its nothing personal ...its about money ......people  say they  love their  country .....they love it  why ...because you can  drive a  nice  car.....own a  big house ......and not  have a pot to piss in ....credit .....America  loves  credit .....

Americas economic engine drives the  world  ...especially china ....its a    consumption  rotunda ....just look at the  way  it   is going .....people  who  used  to spend thanksgiving ...with their families  .....yes!!!!you know  what family is ....  that  unit ..of  peace loving ......honest......... truthful ..... uncompetitive........ non backstabbing ...unit ...you know the family  that does  not use their kids  to bribe  grandparents....for  self worth ...money  ...and  self gain .....well families  now  go to  malls at thanksgiving to get  bargains ...and where do these  bargains come  from .....sweat shops in china  and  Asia.....where  children work for  12 hours a day .....but hey!!!!   as Americans  .....they don't care....because they are concerned  about getting awards  for their kids  for doing what is expected  from them .......

Its very easy to see  how  like most countries  the  masses  are herded and  brainwashed  by  consumerism.....media ...if they weren't  then there would be no voting ....everybody talks about  freedom ......in America  freedom comes at a  a cost ...you have no  freedom  if you have  a family  ...unless you  have  lots of money of course....most  American families  have two  jobs .....why because its  about consumerism.....its about owning the   flat screens in every  room ....the  two cars....the perfect  kitchen.....keeping up with the Joneses...or  being better  than them ......America is all about image ....having parties ...and  showing off  what you  apparently own .... but its  all on credit .....while the  husbands show off their man caves .....and smoke their cigars  .......drink the beers ....the wives  show off the  bedrooms ....the bathrooms ...the  house .....all mortgaged to the hilt ....my friend told me  him and his wife moved  to a  rich part of the  west coast ....they realized ...they had no choice  to keep up  ...simply because they wanted  to have their kids in  an A rated  school .....but their  more than 100 thousand  dollars a  year salary .....was  never  enough to keep up ....with these  Joneses.......

I see it  all the  time  ..i have been  to many many parties in  very affluent neighbourhoods in south florida .....and those parties  are  extravegant ...and  on the surface  al looks  great ....and after a  few   drinks  ....loose lips sink ships .....the wife   ...obviously a great friend  told me ....we are in foreclosure ....but  it did not seem that way ....it looked  like  success  ....and where  are they now  .......well separated  in another country ...pending divorce ...custody battles .....

when i came to America ...i met  an old  Brooklyn  Jewish man .....who had been to auszwitch....and  survived the  holocaust .....he survived many many cold winters in  Brooklyn .....he had  been there done  that ....and  he told  me  simply .....stay out of the red ...and always in the black ......its easier to get in the red  ...than it is  to stay in the black .....if you cannot afford it  ...do not buy it .....maybe he knew  more than most of us  ...after all if you came that far  ...surely ..your wiser than most .......

but America is all about image ...what you drive ...where you live ...where you work ...what you own ....man want to  parade  a woman from his  arm draped  across  his  chest  like a  trophy ...image ....to show others  this is  why i love  America ....its  filling a space.... it gives creed  to the  American  dream .....that's what its  all about the  American dream  ...men  compare cigar sizes ....and  flat screen  and  car  sizes ......while their wives  compare  kitchens ....bathrooms ......bedrooms .....its  all about  what you have  ...not  necessarily own ....image .....the American dream