Drive off a bridge when drunk and drown some girl? Daddy will take care of it. Donāt want to go Vietnam? Daddy will fix it up with a doctorās note about bone spurs or assignment to the Texas Air National Guard. Get your PT boat sunk by the enemy because you were dozing? Not only no court-martial, instead Daddy will get you the Navy Cross.
Feel up some girl at a frat boy party? Get to the Supreme Court. This is the law of your land, not mine. In mine, I will always hate your sense of privilege and lack of ethics. Your hero in the White House has never worked a grunt job, never been told ānoā, never done without. Your heroās āfamily valuesā included fucking a hooker when his wife was pregnant.
The little people-that is everyone else-has to pay a mortgage or make a payroll or raise the kids. We donāt have rich parents or fixers or toadies to make our messes go away. I was behind bars once, did my bit, took my medicine. Iām not going to keep on taking it.
So fuck you very much. Iāll keep my square job and sense of dignity and my petty biases-one of which is that I will always hate your kind.