Old women and the American Dream

Here is a good story:

This lady that lives in my neighborhood, she's older,62, but still pretty with it. I have seen her sitting in the back of our church with a turquoise hat, clutching her purse in her lap with white gloves and rocking to the hymns about grace, mercy and understanding. I never talked to her but I see her around, always dressed nice waiting for the bus or walking to somewhere, always going somewhere.

So one morning she goes into the her dresser that is only two blocks from where she lives. She goes every other week. She feels safe there, feels like a princess. She goes in and gets her hair done like normal. But this time she is short on cash. And she tells her dresser that she doesn't have the money and that she'll pay her back later. So next, she walks across the street with her hair, still holding the scent of aquanet, into the bank across the street. And holding a pair of scissors (or as the police say "a knife") underneath a handkerhchief, she hands the teller a note saying "give me your money" or something like that. The teller doesn't know what to do other than comply, smiling the whole time at the old lady smiling back at her.

The old lady walks out of the bank and into her beauty shop and goes up to her dresser and says "Here's the money I owe you and a tip." And walks out. 2 hours later, the cops pick up this lady at a bus stop three blocks away. She doesn't put up a fight. She still looks good, and her bills are payed. And thats it. Another hardened criminal put safely out of the publics way.



Now, I got my tax return and my Bank is account is busting at the seems and the world seems endless with possibilities of big screen TVs, micro-roasted coffee for life, and dinners where people fix me my food and even bring me bottomless pints of quality beers. This is the dream.
Thank you America.

In this great nation where 62 year old ladies are robbing banks just to pay for their perms, you know that I, we need some help. We need a cash injection, a fix just to get us through this time where I can't stroll through Target with the wide-mouthed shopping cart and freely toss items in from off the shelves. Yes, our lives are becoming difficult by comparison but who says we need to cut back? No, my great country, it says live it up, stay true to the American hope of always living above your means.

Forget that your school loans just added another zero to the interest accrued. The bill still weighs the same in your hand. And your American Express, that can tie you over. Because God want's you to have cable and a car built in this decade and to live in a safe neighborhood. I mean, you have to know whats going on in the Sahara's of Africa and your car's not safe if its not new and home is only as safe as it is far from the city. America preach it loud. "Live for yourself, be an American idol, Tweet about your life, put it on a thrown."

So remember as your bank account slips into numbers that only .01% percent of the worlds wealth rather than the .001%, you gotta keep up the show. Keep living the great life. Even if it means taking all that luxury by force with a pair of scissors.


Here is the News article:
http://www.whas11.com/video/index.html?nvid=350524&shu=1