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You know something is terribly wrong when Leslie Hindman Auctioneers can sell some of Elvis Presley’s locks for fifteen large, while four thousand miles away in Venice, 97-year-old Bessie Mae Berger and her two sons live in a dilapidated ’73 Suburban.

Seemingly, these are two completely separate stories I stumbled upon while making my Monday morning rounds, but at the same time, they’re not at all.

Our society is so ass-backwards, so fascinated with the aura of materialism, that we continually let our own people suffer in order to enrich our own egos. It’s bad enough we settle petty arguments with chauvinistic fights to the death and exploit the livelihood of our children for 15 minutes of reprehensible reality TV fame – both of which are really nothing new – but, now with the world bubbling to a boil, it’s like dog eat dog has turned into human eat everything. The compassion for your fellow man our forefathers spoke of has turned into a dick-measuring contest, and it’s no longer ‘do unto others as they would do to you,’ but ‘tell them broke ma-fuckas to get they weight up and then they can come holla at me.’

I’ll be the first person to say that I regularly ignore the open hands of the homeless at any cost, but I’m not condescending on the average pavement-hitting, never-been-to-the-cleaners-once dollar-stretcher like myself and many others. I’m talking about the hoity-toity high-rise living, egomaniacs who pay top dollar for completely unnecessary shit, like the creep with cash-flow who dropped a house downpayment on hair that is only ‘believed to be’ from Elvis’ head. Or Pharrell, who’s copping gator-skin hoodies for 75K. Maybe Kanye, the cosmetic Chicago native who spends over a stack on the ugliest jeans I’ve ever seen, then thinks he’s Ghandi by donating the proceeds from his shoes that nobody can buy Air Yeezy’s to a Chicago Music School. Shit, howabout the 75% of rappers on the radio who – truthfully or not – consistently brag about their illustrious and lavish lives, while listeners are out scrounging through couch cushions to scrape together dinner, as opportunity continues to knock elsewhere.

Yeah, I know, picking on the rich for not making the world perfect may seem about as superfluous as blaming Daunte Culpepper for another Lions loss, but the people’s perils have gotten so out-of-hand it’s like there’s nowhere else to turn in this lopsided cake-eating contest. And in turn, all I’m left to do is shrug it off and craft roundabout posts like this, which seem equally too long and short. Unfortunately, the issue is as alive as it is dead.

One thing I do know is that I need a haircut – badly – and fifteen thousand dollars would fund a lot of the things I want to accomplish in life.

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