Orman's absurd "conversion"
Financial advisor Suze Orman has written a book
to "redefine" the American Dream. Welcome to the real world, Mr
Orman. Except that you're nowhere near the real world yet.
In theory I should forgive Mr Orman for repenting, since he was one of the major platoon leaders of the last decade's Gramscian nightmare. But I'm not the forgiving type, and there's no evidence that Mr Orman has even understood the extent of his sins, let alone repented. He's just writing another book to make more money, power and glory.
Worst part: "I used to tell people to take Social Security at 62. Now I say don't you dare take SS at 62. Work till you're 68, till you're 70 if you can."
This tells me only one thing. It tells me that Mr Orman has NO EXPERIENCE of living within his means. He has NO IDEA what a frugal life feels like, or how it works.
He also has no idea how silly the advice sounds to an experienced cheapskate.
It's like a celibate priest trying to advise a young husband about marriage: "Listen, Jim. I know you've got this 'wife' thing in your house now, and I've read that you're supposed to perform some kind of actions with this 'wife' thing in order to produce more parishioners for my church. But please, Jim, remember this above all: don't lose contact with your choirboys! After you've performed whatever it is with the 'wife' thing, you'll still have, shall we say [wink wink] carnal urges, so you'll need to have a choirboy handy!"
After Jim sprints a record-breaking marathon to get away from the priest, he will derive only one bit of knowledge from the priest's advice, and it's not the same knowledge the priest wanted to impart.
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Dammit, the point of frugality is to minimize work
, not maximize work. This used to be common sense.
I was a slow learner, didn't really catch onto the cruel practical joke of the 'American Dream' until age 36. After living the American way for 20 years, I realized that the promised results were not forthcoming. No matter how politely I smiled, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how much "socially useful volunteering" I did, I wasn't getting anything. No love, no respect, no pleasure, and nowhere near enough money to buy those things.
I finally understood: Them as has gits.
If you're born attractive and/or impressive, you'll git love and respect whether you work for them or not. If you're born unattractive and unimpressive, you won't git love and respect whether you work for them or not. The hoax called the 'American Dream' keeps the non-hasers working for the hasers, prevents the wholesale mutiny that would erupt if the non-hasers realized there was no git at the ever-receding end of the rainbow.
After this epiphany I set out on a different path. Satisfy myself, fuck the rules, live lean and break the habit of work as quickly as possible. I was able to cut loose from regular work at age 52, and now at 61 I could live for ten years on savings if necessary. I could
actually wait till 68 to start SS, but I'm not going to do that. I'm going to start at 62, because America owes me. After 61 years on the bottom of the status stack, 61 years of receiving contempt and spit from the Beautiful People, 61 years of watching filthy rich assholes take all the love, respect and money, and finally 5 years of watching the Jewish Mafia steal interest from savers to feed their infinite appetite for financial crimes, America owes me.
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Later: The above may sound like I'm profoundly unhappy. I'm not. Vengeful and bitter, yes. Unhappy, no. The whole point: I was
unhappy when playing by the rules because the rules are rigged. After understanding the rig, I reached contentment by playing outside the rules.