As upstanding citizens, we all stand to pay bushels of money over our lifetimes for services we will never collect.
We all have, or will have, paid upwards of $20000 to get a university degree, most of which is delivered through bad instruction or through courses that have little practical relevance to today's job market. Then, you get a job, only to realize that your university degree doesn't count for much of anything, other than getting you an interview. Noone at your job gives a crap about the 3.5 GPA you slaved for, all they care about is that you're a likable person and can learn fast. Aren't you glad you worked so hard for that well-rounded education delivered by fools masquerading as professors?
You'll start your career, paying into EI funding that you're never going to benefit from. That money goes to a meth addict that harasses you for change at the C-Train every day. After a few years, you'll want to move out to your own place. You decide to buy a home. You don't have 25% down, so you'll let the CMHC rape you up the backside for mandatory "mortgage default insurance". As an upstanding member of society, you'll never need that insurance. That money will go to the guy fresh off the street who the bank approved for a mortgage anyway. He defaults, you pay.
You move into your new place. You pay city taxes. They are expensive. The city doesn't shovel your street in the winter, the police are useless, transit sucks, and the drop-in center is the nicest building downtown. For all the money you pay, you'd expect that at least garbage pickup would be good, but no, the fools leave your garbage bin in the middle of the alley every friggin time.
You pay federal and provincial taxes too, but you're not sure where they go. One day you have kids. Despite paying $20000 / year in taxes from your household, daycare still costs the equivalent of one person's salary. Your kids get older, they start grade school. The instruction is crap. You have to spend additional money to get them tutoring so that they can scrape through school and get into university.
You get much older. You've saved money for your retirement. You get a little bit sick. The hospital won't admit you. The meth addict from the C-train 35 years earlier took the bed that should have been yours. You pay for private health care so that you can continue with life.
In the end, you die, but in your last moments you feel like that biggest patsy to have ever lived as you realize what you've given to society and how little of that has been returned to you. If life were a game of numbers, you just lost, and worse yet, you lost to a meth addict with 18 criminal convictions.
That's your life, gents. Look forward to it. Bottom line: life is one big charity project.
got this emailed to me very interesting
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