This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

December 15, 2010

I have to talk more about POVERTY. It really is something i know alot about from studies and work and lived experience. I discovered poverty is no longer relative, is not a temporary state-in-waiting while we dare to pursue the middle class dream of prosperity. It is no longer a question of it being "just beyond reach". It is too far, now, too far from who we are now. That is, The rich get richer and the poor get poorer - isn't this usually a tell-tale sign for a dictatorship, not a democracy.

Education:
The recent "tussle" with protesters and "The Royals" was about tuition hikes. I think we are at that place here in Canada where many talented, intelligent young people need grants and loans to access post-secondary education. Sadly, their parents may make just a little bit over the cut-off line to qualify. Of course, as a full-time student there are more expenses than tuition. Food would be one! How can a single-parent of two garage mechanic do that? Credit cards are maxed = no new loans.




But, alas, the "whatever the market can bear" makes the "Canadian dream" look like a hoax. The market can bear anything it fucking wants.

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