What is the only difference between a Modern Day American Indentured Servant (MDAIS) and VAruca Salt?
VAruca’s mummy and daddy didn’t have to borrow money to pay for all of VAruca’s ridiculous crap.
Do you remember little VAruca Salt in Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory? Who sang “I Want It Now”? The one that wanted her geese to lay gold eggs for Easter? That spoiled fucking brat that everyone cheers and claps for when finally she is ejected out the rotten egg shoot? As an audience, we don’t like her.
We hate her.
She got what she deserved, we say to ourselves. She is truly a bad egg. And we don’t hate her because her parents are rich.
We hate her because she is an over-indulged, satanic spawn from hell and we want her to suffer mercilessly for being the greedy, demanding little shit she is.
But, “I Want It Now” is the mantra that so many MDAIS-types live by.
And “I Can Have It Now If I Want” is what they are teaching their children.
MDAIS-types are not entirely like VAruca Salt, though.
They are in debt.
They owe money on their-
BIGGER house and
TRENDY, gas guzzling SUV and a
NANNY to take care of their little VAruca Salts and Augustus Gloops, whom they’ve inflicted upon society and
FANCY jewelry that makes average joe-kers appear ching-ching and bling and
OVERPRICED designer clothes and
SPA and CELEBRITY SALON body treatments and more and more
SHIT that isn’t worth what was paid for it and now oodles is owed to the bank…
who, by the way, didn’t hold a gun to the MDAIS’s head and force a signature on the dotted line.
Let’s review a little history, shall we, for those of you who slept through grade school.
Way back before any of us were around, indentured servants were commonly young, unskilled, desperate people who sold themselves into the service of a master who then provided them with a roof over their head, food, clothing, and transportation to pay off some kind of debt, usually the transatlantic passage to the colonies from Europe. After their contract was up, IF the indentured servant was lucky enough to survive the voyage and fulfill the contract, the indentured servant was free to go and hopefully make a good life for himself.
Now, the MDAIS is different. Instead of borrowing money to improve life and invest in the future, the MDAIS borrows money so that lots of things and stuff that aren’t worth the money that was paid for them can be acquired NOW. (Let me point out that the big screen TV might enhance life, but it is not an investment.) And, it is in this way that the MDAIS is exactly like VAruca Salt.
the MDAIS gets a bigger home with more room to stash all that great shit.
And the shit multiplies. It begins to overflow into the three car garage. When there is no more room to park the cars, a gigantic storage condo is rented… to store even more precious shit.
Ironically, MDAIS also spells MIDAS… the greedy king in the Greek myth who turned everything to gold, his food, his servants, even his daughter, and so lost everything truly valuable even though he was the “richest” man in the world.
American society has lost focus to what is really important. We have filled our lives with shiny, glittery, sparkly things and the weight of our debt is making the ground that we stand on very weak.
Face it .
Americans who have gotten themselves way in over their heads financially have sold themselves into indentured servitude. You hear so many Americans whining today because they are having problems making their monthly payments on mortgages for gigantic homes they couldn’t afford in the first place, they are having to work multiple jobs to stay ahead of their debt, and their umpteen credit cards are maxed out in the 5-6 digit range. And, they’re crying a river over the unfairness of it all.
I don’t feel pity for them.
I’m not saying I’m perfect – far from it. I’ve had my share of credit card debt and wracking up the bills because of my own pure stupidity. But, I’ve never owned a new car, never bought a new home, never lived in a 2,000sf+ house, and never ever felt pressured to keep up with my friends who had more money. I got myself under control and paid the bills I owed. I didn’t like it and it doesn’t make me better than anyone else, but the debt was mine to pay and I wanted out from under it. Once I was free of it I felt like I was born again – except not.
I used to work with this girl, Shelley. She came into work sobbing one morning because her brand new, shiny white Lincoln Navigator got repo-ed.
“How much did you owe on it?” someone asked her.
“I don’t know,” she sniveled. “My payments were only $395 a month.”
I couldn’t stand Shelley. Shelley was a pathetic whiner who complained about having to work two jobs to keep up with her spending habits. She and her Chiweenie, the $650 chihuahua/wiener designer dog aberration that looked like a killer mutant rabbit, lived together in a three-bedroom condo. Did the two of them really need all that space?
Poor Shelley wore expensive clothes, carried designer handbags and always sported well kept acrylic nails and fabulous hair. I’m betting her boobs were bought, too (on credit). Thankfully, I am in touch with my warning signs. I was able to control my temper, and so my gut wrenching urge to give her a good old-fashioned titty twister subsided.
Some of the other employees really felt sorry for Shelley.
“She’s having a rough time,” they would whisper sadly.
Well I, for one, did not feel sorry for Shelley. Shelley was a empty headed dipshit who got herself in debt up to her eyeballs over worthless crap. She was spoiled. She was selfish. She was stupid.
The bleeding hearts in the office where I worked took up a collection one afternoon.
Gina, the goody-two-shoes helper from hell (who I secretly called ‘Va-Gina’), asked me if I would contribute.
“It’s just a little something to help Shelley out. She’s is having hard times,” Va-Gina said wistfully.
“Really? Shelley’s having hard times? Wow. And I thought hurricane or earthquake victims had hard times. Stupid me.” I took into consideration that Va-Gina was really trying to do a nice thing.
And then (because I’m also nice) I said, “I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to take the donation I would have given to Shelley – whose self inflicted misery was out of pure dim-wittedness – and I’m going to instead give it to someone who deserves it, an abused child, for example.”
Hey, I fucked up once too, but I handled my personal debt seriously, drastically, without help, without a pity party and without taking other people’s money from them.
For any Shelleys in the world who might be reading, let’s put some things into perspective. Repeat after me… paying “interest” is in the interest of someone else!
If a car valued at $20,000 was offered to you for $29,000, would you buy it? Only if you had shit for brains. It is NOT OKAY to buy things for ‘Only $99 per month’ when you DON’T KNOW what the total price you are paying is going to cost you!
That washing machine that you want NOW for only $15 each month sounds tempting… that’s the point! The basic fact is that if that $475 washer is going to cost you $650, it is NOT in YOUR best interest. That shiny, new car you could drive off the lot TODAY for only $250 per month is NOT in YOUR best interest if it costs you $4,000 extra.
Society should not be okay with this. It is a trap. It is a trap set to lure out the vicious VAruca inside us all. The next step is selling ourselves into slavery, from which we will never be free.
Plain and simple:
If you let the little child in you behave like VAruca Salt, you deserve to have the floor fall out from under you.
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