Compare and Contrast
A basic elementary school exercise – compare and contrast these two stories (both via Michelle Malkin):
Chadi Moussa lives in a house valued at more than $1 million in Dublin, Calif., in the desirable East Bay area. Unfortunately, he owes nearly twice that much on his mortgage. Mr. Moussa, who runs a used luxury car dealership, is by any definition a troubled homeowner.
But when he looked at President Obama’s housing rescue plan, he saw nothing for him because his mortgage was too high.
“You give $25 billion to a bank, at least they should help people stay in their homes,” Mr. Moussa said. “But once you get to big loans, nobody’s doing anything about it.”
I should have better diversified my 401(k). My husband should not have become so dependent upon the growth in the area. We are ultimately responsible for the mess we are in. If my husband and I have to live in his pick-up and get ready for work at the community gym, so be it. If we lose our jobs, we will move in with his mother, and he will hunt and I will garden. We have never been on unemployment, welfare, nor other assistance. We are Americans. Our ancestors fought in the American Revolution, the Civil War, World War I, World War II, the Korean War and his brother fought in Vietnam. Our family has faced tougher foes than this economy and Barak Obama. We will do as True Americans do; we will not whine, we will persevere.
Who would you rather your tax dollars go to help?
(Yes, it’s a rhetorical question – and yes, many people would probably select “C – Let me keep my tax dollars for myself” – but at least give us the freakin’ choice, and I bet many folks would choose “B”)
How does someone like Mr. Moussa sleep at night? Again, a rhetorical question, I’m sure he sleeps very comfortably in his $1 million home. And I suppose it’s up to God to ultimately judge him. But how does a person get to the point where he thinks he really deserves to be given other people’s wages so that he can remain in a million dollar home? Is he some kind of sociopath? I really don’t understand.
As for “V,” in the second story, God bless her and her family (although apparently He already has).
And wait, in retrospect, I take it back. I can judge Mr. Moussa just fine. He’s a selfish prick. Forgive my language. I’m a little upset. It’s beer o’clock.