I am a poor person. Yup ... after long thought and careful consideration, I've decided that I am, indeed, one of the poor.
I guess I always have been, and probably always will be. Trouble is, I never really knew it until now. Really, I thought I was better off than I am. Oh, I know I got it better than a lot of people in the world, but in this country, I am definitely poor.
In order to get in that condition, I've had a lot of help along the way. The rich people had to figure a way to get me to spend money that I didn't have. The wheels of commerce must be greased. So they invented the credit card.
Bankers decided that what little money I did have in their vaults took up too much room small change usually does. So, I would have to pay them to keep it. You know, checking fees, transfer costs and the added cost of actually coming into contact with a bank employee. Sorta' like reverse interest, as it were.
Merchants decided that since I had no "real" money and had to use the credit cards, everything would cost me more.
Then the insurance companies got together and decided that no matter how much money I had, they wanted 25% of it. Since my retirement pay would be based on a percentage of my military pay (50 years ago) I could rest assured that my status quo would be maintained.
In fact, my government would help me out here, 'cause if I should become greedy in my old age and try to earn a little extra to add to my meager income, they would deduct an amount almost equal to my current earnings status quo. Permanent poor.
I suppose, in the final analysis, there is something that can be said about the consistency of it all. I don't have to worry about taking it with me if I ain't got any.
Grandpa sez', "Awaken, pet owners Cats are smarter than dogs You'll never see eight cats pulling a sleigh."