War on a drastic scale involving everyone will at least bring the majority of the populace down to a level playing field. I suspect it will happen much sooner than everyone thinks. Perhaps with "everyone" just barely holding on we will all start to realize we need each other and start providing compassion. If not then we all eventually die and the world simply moves on without humans. I personally am of the opinion that world war is very very close to popping off. Once this happens the entire economy will most likely stall or outright cease to function. People will be more concerned with survival than being forced to slave for a paycheck. I am starting to think that the President is angling, or being forced into declaring this war.
Quoting: Anonymous Coward 59404040 Fat chance of that. Families will be divided.
I get in arguments with my nephew, who is some kind of psychotic weasel. I have always been very generous with him and his sisters since they were small.
A few yeast ago, he was an adult man living in his mother's house, after she had moved out. Living for free, and mostly unemployed.
He ran the house into the ground. Every inch of it was caked with filth and filled with more flies than you can imagine. Almost all of the windows were broken and the doors were falling off their hinges. Water from the pipes was leaking into the dank, and musty basement, which was full of wet clothes on the floor and all sorts of garbage. The bathroom was filthy and completely trashed, with a broken sink and a rotten hole, more than a foot wide right in front of the toilet. The house should have been condemned.
At my own expense, nearly five thousand dollars, and thousands of hours of labor, I managed to clean the house, fix the bathroom, the leaky pipes, the windows including installing new storm windows, the yard, demolish and rebuild the front porch, and a host of other things, too numerous to mention.
Before I left, I let him have a lot of my stuff, including an expensive stereo system, and a large flat-screen TV, among other things like tools, leather jackets, a table saw, etc.
While I was working on the house, he offered no help, and I was constantly having to clean up after him and his parties. He spent most of his time drunk and stoned. He never even thanked me, and started crying about me paying rent. In a rotten little house that couldn't even legally be rented, where I slept in a large closet sized room in the back while he slept in the master bedroom, I paid him $200.00 per month, but I would have preferred to use the money for materials. I had to quit working when I ran out of money for materials, and I spent the next for months sorting through my stuff, and selling what I couldn't take with me.
Everyone knew for all those months that I was planning to leave, and packing and repacking my car to see how much I could bring with me. I had to leave some things that I couldn't bring with, so I packed them in boxes, ready for shipping, and I told my nephew that I would either send for them when I got a place, or return and pick them up.
When I returned half a year later, my nephew acted distressed and weird, and started accusing me of stealing his stuff. He had to paw through every box I removed, but none of his stuff was in it.
Then he started accusing me of stealing a book of his that he couldn't find. A stupid, little, worthless book! I told him I didn't take it, but he kept insisting I did. I told him that someone had put books that were on shelves in the living room into the basement, and it was probably there. No, he kept insisting I stole it, and he was telling his mother and everyone I stole his book. For months, he kept bitching at me about stealing his book, and when I asked him if he looked in the basement, he claimed he had, and it wasn't there.
A few months ago, I looked around in the basement and found his book. Vindicated with proof, and does anyone even imagine that the very next thing I said to him was that I found his book in the basement where I said it probably was? His reaction was surprising. He just shrugged and said "oh". There was no apology for slandering me.
I am currently sleeping on my sister's couch and planning to go homeless, since I can't find a job. While I had a very wretched, minimum wage job, which didn't pay me enough to find a place of my own, and which was most of last year, I paid my sister $240.00 per month, a third of the rent, to sleep on the couch, and all along, I did most of the housework.
So now I can't pay rent, as I sort out my stuff and try to figure out what I need and what I can carry when I go. I'm still buying my own food and doing most of the house work, and trying not to impose on my sister. I never asked for compensation for the $5000.00 in materials I spent on her house, or any compensation for the thousands of hours of very exhausting and dirty labor on her house.
Yet, after I lost my job, my nephew showed up and started telling me to get a job and contribute. He was talking like the big, swinging dick and lord of the manner, and saying that everyone takes advantage of his mother and I was being a freeloader. Did I need to remind him that he didn't own the whole house he was living in for free? He was the only person present who was still taking advantage of his mother, as he had for many years, while destroying her house.
He was impervious to logic and reason. Nothing I said to him even registered. He just rocked back in his chair, grinning at me, rubbing his fingers together, and saying I had to pay cash.
He really seemed to be acting like his mother's pimp.
Last weekend, we had another argument when I found out he had been telling lies about the book. He had been telling everyone he found the book in a box that I was trying to sneak out of the house with, and he cleverly contrived to ask me about it, and I then reluctantly confessed that I found it. My sister apparently even believed the fabrication. She is not that stupid.
We got in another argument and he recounted his completely delusional version of events. He claimed I had just up and disappeared without telling anyone, and that I had assured him that I would take care of the house and everything. It was completely strange and delusional. I now believe he is a completely deranged psychopath. Something is very very wrong with his brain. Too much drugs? Too much booze? I don't know. Maybe he is simply evil. I have observed that he likes to gaslight people - just about everyone. It is no wonder that his roommate left all of a sudden without notice, at a time when he kept telling me I could kick out his roommate. I had to keep telling him I didn't want to kick out his roommate, and that I liked him. He was a cool guy. His roommate never told me he was leaving, but he left behind many clues and messages that he thought my nephew was evil - really and genuinely evil.
I want to get as far away from that incestuous band of lunatics as I can.
If things are as bad in other families - it is getting very bad.
