Sick of reading stories like this, where people can’t afford to heat their homes. Where sick people can’t afford treatment, where the older unemployed have to beg for help from strangers. Yeah, it’s always heartwarming to read that people want to help, but the New York Times can’t write about everybody.
This is America?
I’m also sick of brain-dead fuckwits who believe our personal value as human beings is determined by our willingness to run these inhumane obstacle courses, and not our compassion for each other. I mean, just read the comments section on those stories.
And by the way, how anyone can listen to that new Bruce Springsteen song and hear it as anything other than an indictment is beyond me.