Pardon me for a moment. I’m ‘bout to get a bit political up in heah just as response to something I saw on Janet’s blog. (Janet, I love ya, I love your wit, I love your sass, and I love hanging out with you, but I don’t love your politics! I know…big shock, right? :P)
I’ve discussed this issue before. The way I feel about the housing crisis was revealed in this post back in March of 2007 and it hasn’t changed much since then.
I think that a lot of people who know me through my blog see me as a rich white girl who doesn’t understand what it would be like to be poor, to struggle, to have to deal with the pain of raising a family on a shoestring budget. And you’re right about part of that. I am white. I do have money. (Some of the time, anyway. Like when I’m not putting several tens of thousands of dollars into the addition of space on my home, and all…) I wouldn’t say I’m rich, but I’m certainly not poor.
My father is rich. Well, rich-er than a lot of people. He owns 3 homes. He owns a lot of commercial property. He has several vehicles, and they are of the pricey Mercedes Benz type. He lives comfortably, and damned if he hasn’t earned it.
See, dad was born and raised in Montebello, CA. He was the oldest of 5 kids, and when his mom died when he was 15 (I think…I usually get his age wrong when I think back on this stuff), his dad was left to raise all 5 kids on his own. So grandpa put an ad in the paper for a wife. He married my step-grandma soon after, and she brought 3 kids into the relationship herself. So now there were 10 people living in the same house together.
A house with one bathroom. And only 2 bedrooms at the time.
Grandpa built onto the house (another bedroom and a bath), and damned if he and step-grandma didn’t live out the rest of their days there.
Dad got thrown out of the house as soon as he hit 18. He and step-grandma didn’t get along, so she threw his clothing out on the lawn and told him to find a new place to live. He moved to Arizona briefly to live with an aunt and uncle, and took one of his little sisters with him. I think she stayed there, but he moved back to California soon after. I can’t remember it exactly.
Anyway, he got into the construction field. He was a drywaller. He worked hard, married my mom, started his family. They got involved in property ownership early on, I think. There were some stumbling blocks, a bankruptcy declaration, even. But they made it through.
By the time Twin and I were born, we were doing relatively well. We joined a country club when we were in elementary school. There were some family issues that occurred, as will happen with any given family, but we were happy for the most part.
My point to all this is to say that dad wasn’t handed his wealth. He fucking WORKED for it. He made it. He made smart decisions, and they paid off. Not everyone is as lucky as he was, but he recognizes his fortune in life, and doesn’t treat it in a backhanded manner.
So to call someone hypocritical because they’re wealthy, and enjoy the wealth they’ve made for themselves? That’s just not right. I don’t know how McCain made the money he has. I haven’t looked into it, to be honest. I suppose I should. But it won’t make a difference in how I vote because it doesn’t matter, really. The propaganda is gonna be flying every which way over the next few months, and we have to sort it with a grain of salt. Regardless of position in life, people will always sit back and say, “They have no idea what I have to deal with.” Rich people do it. Poor people do it. Fat people, skinny people, short people, tall people. Black people, white people. Kids. Adults. Etc, etc….
But here’s the deal: it’s all a matter of perspective. Do not tell me that if you made good money and had disposable income, that you wouldn’t have multiple homes, multiple cars, and buy nice things for yourself. It bothers me to hear people place blame on other people for the situations that they’ve gotten themselves into. It bothers me to hear that they expect someone to come along and save them from the place they are, when they should have goddammed well known what the hell they were doing when they did it. I’m not rich like my father. But I’m not an idiot, either. If I had bad credit, and wasn’t able to afford to buy a home without putting a good amount of money down, and getting a fair rate that wasn’t going to skyrocket, I WOULDN’T FUCKING BUY A HOME. It’s not like those people had no choice…like they were forced to do something that was a bad idea all around for their family and lives in general. They could have continued to rent. They could have worked to get their credit into a better position. They could have slowly put money away until they had a downpayment for a home they could AFFORD. (Don’t even get me started on the people that buy homes they can’t even afford. They make me really mad. This is just semi-mad that I’ve been expressing. You don’t wanna see my really mad place.)
I seriously don’t understand what people are trying to achieve when they spread propaganda like what Janet has in that post. Are all rich people supposed to feel bad for having made money? Or good decisions? Or just in general been smart and possibly frugal for a while, so they were able to build up wealth and equity in their lifetime? I don’t get it…
FYI, looking into some of the background on McCain's marriages, I found this on Snopes. Still looking for more. But that was an interesting one...you might check it out if you want to know more about McCain's marriage to Cindy, and how he signed a prenup that kept her assets separate from his, and about their kids, etc...
Still looking for more.
Ok, in looking for more info on Carol McCain, I found a TON of stuff. Just Google her yourself if you don't know the story already. Yep, sounds like he did cheat on her with Cindy. Not that that had anything to do with what I talked about in my post, but since it was brought up in comments, I thought I'd acknowledge the fact that I looked into it.