Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Want to hear something depressing?
I recently received a "Social Security Statement" from the fine government agency that will be wholly bankrupt by the time I'm old and dried up enough to cash in on my so-called benefits (of course, by then, I will be a full on biotech magnate, a NFL team owner, and an ex-president, so I won't need them, but that's not the point).
According to this, if I became disabled right now and could no longer slave away in the lab like a white, Ivy League version of a Djimon Hounsou character, I would make around $1133 per month. That wouldn't even cover the oxycontin addiction that my disability would obviously warrant, much less my living expenses. If I were to die, then my nonexistent spouse and child would be paid a whopping $945 per month. Jesus, the government might as well write my nonexistent grieving spouse and child a note that says "Sorry suckers, your wife and mother bit it, so it sucks to be you! Here's a pittance to make you feel even worse. Regards, the Social Security Administration."
Talk about depressing. Especially for all of you who aren't going to be NFL team-owning tycoon/ex-presidents when you retire.
According to this, if I became disabled right now and could no longer slave away in the lab like a white, Ivy League version of a Djimon Hounsou character, I would make around $1133 per month. That wouldn't even cover the oxycontin addiction that my disability would obviously warrant, much less my living expenses. If I were to die, then my nonexistent spouse and child would be paid a whopping $945 per month. Jesus, the government might as well write my nonexistent grieving spouse and child a note that says "Sorry suckers, your wife and mother bit it, so it sucks to be you! Here's a pittance to make you feel even worse. Regards, the Social Security Administration."
Talk about depressing. Especially for all of you who aren't going to be NFL team-owning tycoon/ex-presidents when you retire.
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