What American Dream?
Asterisk note: Each blog posting I do, I swear that it will be short, then it ends up looking like a manifesto. So, here is another attempt at brevity (maybe that is why I tweet and blog... sort of the yin and yang of modern communications.)
Much has been said of the American Dream lately, especially in light of the Occupy Wall Street protests that are sweeping across the country and the world. Sweeping every place, except apparently, where these protestors are encamping.
I spoke in an earlier posting about the American Dream and what it is. I then read a piece in the DogWalkBlog about the haves and the have nots. It has made me reconsider what qualifies as the American Dream.
Using the same logic that I use to mock the likes of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton who deign to represent ALL of the black Americans, who am I to foist my idea of what The Dream looks like upon all Americans? Like the song Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, is The Dream still a house, a white picket fence and two cats in the yard?
Wasn't it presumptuous for Clinton, Bush 43 and just about every politician over the past 25 years to pimp home ownership? Why have we allowed home construction to become the de facto core of our nation's economic engine?
Let's get over ourselves and allow the People to decide what their dream looks like... even if their dream house is a cardboard box under an overpass with a nice shopping cart full of recycled possessions.
That, my friends, is freedom.
Much has been said of the American Dream lately, especially in light of the Occupy Wall Street protests that are sweeping across the country and the world. Sweeping every place, except apparently, where these protestors are encamping.
I spoke in an earlier posting about the American Dream and what it is. I then read a piece in the DogWalkBlog about the haves and the have nots. It has made me reconsider what qualifies as the American Dream.
Using the same logic that I use to mock the likes of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton who deign to represent ALL of the black Americans, who am I to foist my idea of what The Dream looks like upon all Americans? Like the song Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, is The Dream still a house, a white picket fence and two cats in the yard?
Wasn't it presumptuous for Clinton, Bush 43 and just about every politician over the past 25 years to pimp home ownership? Why have we allowed home construction to become the de facto core of our nation's economic engine?
Let's get over ourselves and allow the People to decide what their dream looks like... even if their dream house is a cardboard box under an overpass with a nice shopping cart full of recycled possessions.
That, my friends, is freedom.
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