And Another Thing & Then I'm Off to Bed 2

Here's something that's been pissing me off for a long time- why do they always insult one's intelligence? Is this like the bully thing where they're testing to see how little we care? Or is it like the toddler thing of pushing buttons to keep your attention on them? I don't like it and I don't trust it, whatever the fuck they're up to. A great way to control people is to dumb them down and not have them learn to think. Then cut education back, destroy unions, send manufacturing to cheaper labor, lower their standards of life, eliminate a tenth off the top by sending them to jail (which the whole family will struggle with for a very long time), but keep them fed and entertained. Oh and drug them, like in those radical books in the last century. And make everything very expensive so they don't have enough money to better themselves.  

And what the hell is up with the font size? I didn't touch a thing.

Yesterday I was thinking of how my mother- and all the women I knew as a little girl- dressed. It was hats, gloves, high heels, stockings, scarves, big coat, sometimes furs. There were 7 of us in that house on one income, my dad's. There were hat boxes stacked in the closet. We had hardwood furniture and almost every home had musical instruments. The 5 & 10 store is not where you bought your clothes. We had real clothing that you took seriously because it would last for maybe ten years. Hell I had one sweater with an ILGWU tag in it and no other label, and it lasted from 5th grade til I was 27. And we were 7 people in that brownstone on one income. Couldn't be done now. It would be extreme poverty.

When was the last time there was a crusade to make the masses into the poorest economic class? Anyone know? Feudal times maybe?