People are
suffering right here in America. And it's high time you made amends
for it. I want you to reach down into your hearts and your wallets and
Give. Give. For now's the time. The Millennium's here and this ain't the
moment for dilly- dallying. I need you to Give. Give until it hurts. I
have. Now, it's your turn. Why? Because it feels good. If you're
lying in the lap of luxury, that's reason enough to feel guilty. You
must pay for it. Give. Give.
Give it all to me.
I have been harassed by Bill Clinton. I've been harassed by media
pundits, bureaucrats, and economic analysts who tell me I AM employed,
AM happy, and AM better off then I was 10 years ago. Then THEY drive
home in new Lincolns, Mercedes and Jags. For all this and so much more,
I deserve all you've got to Give.
Give. I want to
live a lifestyle to which I hope to be accustomed. I'm sick and tired of
conning myself. Saying, “I'm living Green.” I'm FUCKING broke! I want to
be a Capitalistic, Sushi-eating, Gucci-wearing Material Girl. I want
Madonna to eat her heart out. Fuck Goodwill -- I want new clothes. I
want clothes that fit. I want a car I like, not the one I can afford.
Give. Give until
it hurts. Give until your mate, Citibank & the Federal Reserve Board beg
you to stop. And then Give some more. Give it all to me. Giving is an
act of defiance. You're standing up to the pencil pushers who are
drowning you. They are part of a secret, covert plan to steal happiness.
You know who you are. This is your chance to make amends for the craven
offense of stealing happiness because God dammit, I want to be happy!
Give. Give. I'm
sick of fighting for dreams that never happen. I'm sick of schleping
away in a dead-end, no-health-care, minimum-wage job. I’m sick of never
knowing when I'll get laid off so the Company can save another billion
dollars. Give. Give and at the very least you can make my dreams
possible. Ted Turner gave 10 million to the UN. I deserve as much. Give.
It's time for one of us to get ahead in this world. Why shouldn't it be
me? Don't let petty jealousy or competition cloud your judgment. Don't
you realize that this isn't a rat race or a dog-eat-dog world. If you
believe that, you become part of the conspiracy to steal happiness.
Give. Because this
world isn't about rats or dogs. This world is a big #5 plastic, Please
Recycle and Keep Away from the Children, bucket. And you know what it's
filled with? Crabs! Crabs. And every time one of us tries to get ahead
and climb out of that stinking bucket, the others grab us and drag us
back down. Well, no more.
Give. Give it all
to me. And think of it not as a major donation. If you look at it over
the course of a century, it's not really all that much money. It's only
pennies a day. Pennies that you would deny me. Deny all of us our true
chance at happiness. Don't be the one who causes the ship to go done.
Let it be some other ungrateful bastard who wouldn't invest in the
future. Don't let it be you. Give.
Give.
