#richfolks

Rayfield Becker Papers

1919-1939

"[. . .]After the raid on our hall

I was one of the occupants

Of the ICE-BOX

And I had

An Iver Johnson .38!

That was how

I come to be HERE,--but I figure

The only practical Christians

TODAY

Are the I.W.W.'s

And the Socialists,

And the folks

That are trying to get

A NEW WORLD!

Anyway,

Christ was a TRAMP

Without a place

To 'lay his head,'

And WE are tramps,

And I guess

That fifth chapter

Of the epistle of James,

Telling the RICH FOLKS

To weep and howl

For what was COMING,

Must have been written

By a WOBBLY!"

Friend: No, sorry. I don't really like the thrift store...

Me: It's the same clothes you can buy at retail store...even some sold 20+ years ago........it's vintage...

Friend: Well, if i ever need something, I'll let you know and then we can go.

Me:.....*thinks*...........rich girls. Theres nothing wrong with second hand clothes. All you have to do is wash them. Whatever.

I'm going to take advantage of the fact that I have a small number (but valuable) readers to rant about life... That's how well I see the imperfections.

You have been thoroughly warned!

Anyway, I just want to say, to all rich and insensitive folks out there, that you shouldn't use your money to order people around, or to intimidate the less fortunate. Money doesn't give you power! You may have manipulated simpletons with your flattery and "expensive charm" but you can't pull that shit on me!

Do me a favor, just stop showing off! Does it pleasure you to broadcast your wealth? I get it. Fancy clothes, fancy cars, millions worth of mansions. You can afford to buy the whole god damned world if you want!  Just stay away from me, you hear? Or I'm gonna shove your iPhone down your throat!

You think you can get away with anything, and maybe you can. But I can assure you, that your money can't buy me. I don't even care how you got rich! Spare me your made up stories about work and perseverance bringing you to where you are. For all I know, you may have stepped on others, and back-stabbed a few.You may have won the lottery, inherited a fortune, or a mastermind of some syndicate.

I don't give a fuck!

In some twisted way, I'm glad to have experienced poverty. I am struggling to make ends meet and have been wanting to find stability and security in finding my ideal job. But there's real accomplishment in trying to help others even if what I have is less...