The Cost of a Living Wage

Our society is failing to provide a living wage for tens of millions of Americans. In 2012, the total percentage of American workers making less than 1968’s minimum wage was between 39.6% and 46.6% ($22,339.20)[1].   An unsettlingly large percentage of Americans currently struggle to live at, or below, the poverty level. It is why America has more children living in poverty than almost every other developed nation in the world, with the exception of Romania. In 2012 there were 21.8% of children under the age of 18 living in poverty[2]. Americans need a living wage.

There are many who say we’re already giving millions of dollars in government benefits to a bunch of lazy, entitlement-rich malcontents. Why should they get a “free ride”? Well, the simple truth is that over 90% of those receiving benefits are: the elderly, the disabled, and those in a working household[3]. This misconception is one of the radical rights, formerly known as those crazy neocons, talking points, as this recent headline clearly illustrates, “Why work when you can live comfortably on the government dole?” [4]. This headline comes from the necon paper The Washington Examiner. It is bankrolled by billionaire, Philip Anschultz, who also repeatedly tried to get intelligent design creationism taught in America’s public school system via The Discovery Institute, of Seattle, WA. Yes, one of the most conservative groups is located in the heart of Liberalia.

My biggest concern in all this is how it will affect our future. No developed country, other than Romania, has a higher percentage of kids in poverty than America. We’re living with crippling income disparity, as evidenced by the chilling fact that many Wal Mart employees will have to work for nearly 800 years to make what their CEO, Michael Duke, made in 2012[5]. The effects of this on society are troubling.

Joseph Stiglitz, a Nobel prize winning economist, eloquently stated, “The price of allowing the US to continue down the path of inequality, as 1 percent of Americans now control 40 percent of the country’s wealth, is the undermining of economic growth, the erosion of democracy and the growing instability of American society itself. American income inequality presents a frightening specter, he argues, for the global economy.  The risk is that the middle class is going to be harder and harder hit, and that there will be prosperity for only the few at the top. But the middle class is important for stable growth and a strong democracy. When a society becomes more and more divided, it becomes increasingly class-driven, and it’s very hard for democratic processes to work well in that kind of society.”[6]

We’ve seen the impact of money’s influence on legislation. In the past there was Enron’s contribution to the energy bill, which was a disaster. Currently the Koch brothers’ are hell-bent on profits, and have already destroyed thousands of jobs in renewable energy field by using pseudo-science, and good old-fashioned lobbying. They’re also bankrolling the Tea Party, and were behind the Tea Party’s failed attempt at blackmailing the government via a government shutdown. Doesn’t this undermine America’s ability to achieve stable economic growth, while robbing the chances for millions of Americans to follow their dreams?

This reflects poorly on our culture. Today, different factions of society aren’t separated by minor ideological differences; they’re separated by trenches of hate. We’ve gone from a land of opportunity, to a land where tens of millions of children live in poverty.

Our politicians, bought and paid for by Lobbyists, Inc. have become their spokesmen. A few of the 1% club have actively tried shaming us into doing things against our own self-interests, e.g. Romney’s 47% comment vs. the fact that the vast majority of said 47% come from staunchly Republican states[7]. If we don’t turn this trend around soon, and learn to help one another, things will get worse.

A living wage isn’t merely an economic issue, but a moral issue that reflects society’s values.










A Mitt and his dog

Mitt plays the role of Seamus at a town hall meeting

Mitt recreating that fateful vacation

I don’t understand all the hate being directed towards Mitt Romney. Yes, he drove from Boston to Canada with his dog strapped to the roof of his SUV. What his critics are failing to realize is that Mitt had found a brilliant solution to a terrible situation.

Mitt had just packed the last piece of luggage into his SUV when the sound of his dog yelping caused him to look up. Seamus, his beloved Irish Setter with the slow Scottish mind, was running toward the house yipping and yapping.

The sound reminded Mitt of one of those furry little soccer balls popular among the suburbanites who wanted a trained cat but settled for the closest thing they could find. As Mitt headed toward his dog the breeze brought with it a hint of the scent that had set off his friend – Rick Santorum’s skunk. Mitt realized the poor dog must have wandered into Santorum’s yard (again) and Rick had sic’d his pet Skunk, Gipper, on the poor pooch.

Rick had been threatening to do this ever since Seamus had eaten one of his children. Unfortunately neither Rick nor his wife was certain as to which child had been devoured. Mitt had brushed off the angry words of his working staff. He believed that the Santorums, being good Catholics, would simply replace their missing offspring within a year — no harm, no foul. Even the Santorums weren’t sure how many children they had, as evidenced by their creative tax returns.

There wasn’t enough time for a trip to the veterinarian, nor did Mitt want to delay his family’s vacation. Everyone was looking forward to laughing at the poor people of Canada. Mitt had planned on using the trip to teach his children firsthand about the evils of Socialism. Seamus was becoming an unacceptable delay.

The children might catch on if he replaced the dog again and Seamus Mark III arrived at the hotel after being shipped same-day from another state. That worked last summer when the kids were at band camp, but it wouldn’t work here.

Mitt had really liked Seamus Mark I and regretted the events that led up to the unfortunate accident: a luxurious yacht, a bottle of wine, and one angry swordfish. At the end of the day the score was: fish 1, dog 0.

Looking up at the sky darkening with rain clouds, Mitt had an idea.

After loading his family into the SUV, Mitt placed Seamus in his cage and then strapped the cage to the roof. As the last strap was tightened the first drops of rain, heavy and wet, began to fall.

Mitt went into the garage and looked through the dog supplies until he found what he was looking for, a bottle of Skunk Be Gone®. He returned to find the rain, which was coming down in sheets by this time, had completely soaked Seamus.

Squirting the thick liquid all over his beloved friend he worked it up to a frothy lather (something that would make Santorum smile). Mitt thought the heavy rains and his lead foot would power-wash his pooch, removing all traces of the Santorum Scent. Once they were out of the storm he hoped the 100kph winds would dry Seamus’s coat and bring it to a brilliant luster.

It worked like a charm. His children were able to laugh at scores of poor people and Seamus smelled as fresh as a warm spring shower.