You’re not entitled to the fruits of my labor or the sweat of my brow.

I may give it to you as a gift, with no strings.  I may give it to you in charity - which has strings.  I may sell it to you, or loan it to you, or rent it to you.  I may let it sit, unused.  I may enjoy it as I see fit.

If you come to try to take it, you’re nothing but a goddamn thief.

It was 2007 when I saw how the political wind was blowing, and through the first part of 2008 I put my affairs in order.  I divested myself of properties.  I sold my business.  I set my kids up with homes of their own, and I squirreled my money away.  I have enough ready cash to live a fairly spartan lifestyle for the next five years or so, and everything else is in long term deposits, investments, etc.

I have, for several years, generated property taxes, payroll taxes, jobs, sales taxes - between them all - let’s just say six figures.  A bit more this year from selling my stuff off - but not as much as you would think.

Next year, I get a refund.

I employed sixteen people.  The contractors - all gone.  My old building - as of last week it has “For Sale” on it. Of the people I did employ directly, two of them are out of work.  One accepted a buyout of his contract (Yes, I took care of my full-timers when I sold the company) and one …well, he worked well with me, but corporate culture wasn’t his friend.  Or he wasn’t their friend.

I have fuck you money, so the job I have is low stress, and I make enough to keep that “spartan” lifestyle a comfortable one.  And it keeps me busy and off the streets.  In between that and the occasional writing job, I do well.  And - hypothetically - if a man turned to an underground economy of goods and services, in barter - he could do even better if push came to shove.  And they haven’t abolished cash yet.

I am taking more classes.  I’m the son of a disabled veteran.  I have a partial disability myself, technically speaking, and may decide to draw on that.

In any event, I now cost more than I bring in to this society.  Not to my community, I don’t burden my neighbors, but in general.

This is “Going Galt.”  Rather, going Galt squared.  I didn’t retreat to some gulch, I am still in society, leeching from it.  On purpose.

I’m sick of being productive and exploited and demonized for it.  I am sick of beng told “Give us more, give us more!”  I am sick of the fruit of my loabor and the sweat of my brow being stolen to be given to parasites - ilegal migrants, welfare whores, and the host of others who make up the dregs of human debris.  I am sick of being lectured and moralized to as the cause of the evils of society.  Of how I owe it.

I do not owe it.  You can’t have it.  And you can’t make me.

I can think of … let’s see … seven things I could hang my shingle out and do right now.  I won’t.  Maybe in a few years if this country comes to its senses.  Until then, the line forms to the left to lean on over and kiss my ass.  Let your illegal migrants give you a job, or the trailer park white trash crack ho on food stamps.

Oh yeah.  They do have a job for you.  Supporting their asses.  And in a small part, now, subsidizing me.  At the very least you’re now doing it without my help.

Sucker.

You’re also supporting big business.  Seriously - all those supposedly “private” contributions to Barry-O, the Magic Negro?  From “Truther Consequences?”  “Dick Burns?” Done over the internet, from pre-pay debot cards?  Who do you really think did all that? Are you really going to tell me that private individuals went to all the trouble to get debit cards under bogus names and do their contributions that way?

Think it if you want, but your “Populist” resident is bought and owned - the house nigger, to be blunt - by people in big business.  They are now collecting on their investment.  He’s throwing parties, eting Wagyu beef, and living it up.  And you have the bill.

Sucker.

Don’t look at me.  I’m certainly not paying for it anymore.  And I’m not giving you a job.  I am out of that business, and out of the business of forced donations to Big Gubbmint charites of the worthless and undeserving.

My charity work is now private.  To individuals and organizations *I* deem worthy.

How long did you actually think I - or we, people like me - would put up with it?

I have been backrupted, all but ruined in two divorces, was actually homeless at one time.  I pulled myself up - by my own bootstraps - from drug addiction.  I raised two teenagers, fostered one for a time, worked a full time job, started a business from a garage and built it into something that I sold for a  - decent amount.  In that time, I often went hungry so my kids could eat, and put on the “Already grabbed something” face for them.  I did without on a lot of things - though I realized I didn’t need them.  I cut corners, scrimped, saved, budgeted, and still put them through private school and into and through college.  They never missed a meal, they never wore clothing that was dirty or unserviceable, and I didn’t get “child support” or an finger lifted from their worthless and deadbeat mothers, and the law didn’t care.  Deadbeat moms don’t make political points, except for the token few they prosecute and parade around to show how allegedly “evenhanded” they are.

All withut a fucking lick of help from anyone because I was too “white” (Even though I have more Indian in me than Barack Obama has black), male, heterosexual, and Christian.

I’d sit in line at the store with generics, and hamburger, and chicken and cheap cuts of meat.  Meantimes, the tub of lard in front of me and her four inbred kids who obviously had at least two different fathers was buying name brands, butcher’s meat, bakery cakes, and junk and paying for it in food stamps.  My successful company was my first success.  I failed at three before that because I did stupid things - I didn’t get a bailout.

And now, I would have it from liberals, that my job is to keep slaving away, so that I can have more taken from me, to support their idea of a great society?  Or the pathetic attempt to shame me into “Do it for yourself?”  I’ve done.  And I have earned my semi retirement, even if it is temporary or not.  I’ve earned the right to enjoy, even if only for a time, the fruits of my labors.  To exercise the virtue of selfishness.  To labor only for me, and not for a bunch of swinging dick social architects.

It’s not my job to put my nose to the grindstone to subsidize your vision of what your “Peoples Republic of Amerika” ahould be.  Do it your damn self.

I have mine.  Fuck you.  Make me.