I think Mr. Rolling needs his own column at the Stranger.

Aren't you belaboring the point?

TL;DR

@1 that'd be amazing.

I'm starting to feel like I'm the only person who voted for Obama that doesn't work from 6am to 7pm while volunteering from 8pm to 11pm 7 days a week.

I mean, I do work a lot, but jeez, people. You really put it all out there.

@4: Me too. I mean, I only have one job, and while I do have to roll in before noon, I'm not up at 5 am either.

But my lazy butt still pays federal income taxes, and I'd be happy (slight exaggeration) to pay more taxes, because I benefit from living in a functioning society that cares for its members.

I guess this is what happens when The Stranger runs out of real things to complain about.

I can't quite read the tone of these posts. Are these people proud to work so much? Happy to do it? Sorry to have to? Complaining about it? Resigned to it?

@2 and 6- I think this is a long time in coming, so it is totally fair to run with it for a while. For the past 20 years I have listened to conservatives make the 'lazy, urban, welfare taker' argument. So fuck them- we got 19 years and 363 days to go before we are even.

I have listened to this shit my whole life. When I started working full time at 14 , when I took a night shift job cutting steel in a tractor factory to pay for college, when I was working 100+ hours at 3 jobs to try to get far enough ahead to purchase a house..."at least you're not one of those liberal faggots expecting taxpayers to hand you shit." I am finished being nice about it.

So this is what all this kerfuffle has me thinking about:

Better Off Without A Wife by Tom Waits

All my friends are married
Every Tom and Dick and Harry
You must be strong if you're to go it alone
Here's to the bachelors and the Bowery bums
Those who feel that they're the ones
That are better off without a wife

Cause I like to sleep until the crack of noon
Midnight howling at the moon
Going out when I want to,
And I'm coming home when I please
Don't have to ask permission
If I wanna go out fishing
Never have to ask for the keys

I've never been no Valentino
But I had a girl who lived in Reno
Left me for a trumpet player
Well, it didn't get me down
He was wanted for assault
And though he said it weren't his fault
You know the coppers rode him right out of town

I'll be sleeping until the crack of noon
Midnight howling at the moon
And I'll be going out when I want to
Coming home when I please
Don't have to ask permission
If I wanna go out fishing
Never have to ask for the keys

Yeah, you see I'm kinda selfish about my privacy
Now as long as I can be with me
We get along so well I can't even believe it
I love to chew the fat with folks
I'll be listening to all your dirty jokes
I'm so thankful for these friends I do receive

I'll be sleeping until the crack of noon
Midnight howling at the moon
And I'll be going out when I want to
Coming home when I please
Don't have to ask permission
If I wanna go out fishing
Never have to ask for the keys, no

Hey, I got this girl I know, man, and I just
She's been married several times and
I don't wanna end up like her
I mean, she's been married so many times
She's got rice-marks all over her face
Yeah, you know the kind

This is just as interesting as the previous five were.