A perfect message to the OWS crowd of snowflakes. Thank you Bill Whittle and "Afterburner"

Boy did he get this one right! God forbid these spoiled rotten products of the Hippy Dippy generation should put in a days work for their "measure of wheat". I know this is going to anger some of you, others (probably the ones that work hard for their paycheck) will agree with these statements. Either way, it is just an opinion, like it don't like it, whatever suits you. But in my humble opinion, anyone who thinks that they are "entitled" to anything in this life is a complete fool. And if you want to protest against someone, protest Adam, HE is the one who sinned and caused us ALL to have to "toil in the fields" for our food. Get off the sidewalk, get out of the parks, and GET A DAMN JOB, you lazy hippy! If you can't find a job, start your own business that's what corporations start out as. EVERY single "corporate giant" started out as a single store, restaurant, or maybe just an idea in one mans head (R.I.P. Steve Jobs). So quit complaining that some people have more than you do, get out there, work HARD and make something for yourself. IT'S THE AMERICAN WAY! (and it's worked for over 200 years).

Have you ever had God smack you in the face? I did today.

After a very stressful morning caring for my father who has Alzheimer’s and splitting my last $24 with my wife for gas with little to no income on the horizon (the real estate market sucks and I am a broker), my wife said as I was going out the door for work, “I am so ready for this life to be over.” I had agreed, stating that “it wasn’t much of one, that’s for sure.” I had hit rock bottom.  When I stopped for gas, I was worried about running out later in the week, and our insurance lapsing, and the check engine light on my dash, and my breaks needing to be replaced and so on and so on and so on. While I was pumping my gas, an obvious drug addled and homeless guy in his late teens to early 20's came up and begged for change. I told him, "sorry man I just put my last dime in the tank." I started to get even more depressed. I got into my car feeling like the world was falling down on my shoulders. I looked down and realized I had a bunch of change in the console. Then I remembered bits of a story I had once heard about Jesus or an angel posing as a beggar, who asked someone for help and was turned away. I called the guy over and gave him the change. He then asked if I knew anyone who was hiring, I told him Walmart and Staples, he said, "I can't work for them because I don't have address right now.” That was when God smacked me in the face, with the realization that I actually have it pretty good. I pulled out of the gas station praying for that kid instead of myself.