I hear you. My issue is that while everyone runs around spending money on things people don't really need, so many need so much. And we don't - as a society - really seem to think about those people. Ever. It cheeses me off that Jesus was ALL ABOUT the poor - yet "his" holiday doesn't reflect that any more.The whole thread of Merry Hatemas arose out of having just been out to run a quick errand. I live in an affluent community. Seeing the guy driving his Maserati or that horrible Porsche SUV is commonplace. The well-kept women in their expensive yoga pants and even more expensive hairdos tool around in their Mercedes SUV's is also a common sight. Yet there was a guy at the intersection - run down, dirty, holding a cardboard sign begging help - and these people in their expensive cars with their expensive lives rushed right past him, or fiddled with their phone to avoid making eye contact. They went on to go buy an expensive bottle of wine from the wine store in the shopping center where this occurred, doubtlessly bound for this party or that where they all talked about Christmas shopping and kids and all of that stuff. It was like the guy was a vapor, and even worse: the irony of their indifference in the context of all of their Christmas hustle and bustle seemed to be totally missed. It just. Pushed. Me. Over. The. Edge.
A few days ago, I received a request from the partner (Liz) of a friend (Kim) to help with some year end fundraising for Kim and the enormous medical bills she is facing. Both individuals are members of this community. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, they came here because of me. We know each other through the wide world of animal rescue. And until I received the request to write about Kim and ask for assistance from the Daily Kos community, I had no idea how badly Kim - my friend - has struggled and suffered. I had no idea how very on the razor's edge she is living right now, no idea that she was facing down - after already facing down so much - a looming crisis.
The themes here are going to be familiar to so very many of you. An unexpected long-term Very Serious illness (nearly fatal, frankly) followed by the loss of a job followed by an inexplicable inability to become re-employed soon to be followed by the loss of long-term unemployment benefits (Merry Hatemas, everyone).
And I didn't even know any of this was going on with her - couldn't have known, frankly, because she just doesn't wear the worry and the struggle on her sleeve. I've always blanched at the "Happy Warrior" descriptor (thanks to Romney and Reagan, mostly) - but I can't think of a person more deserving of that approach - that demeanor - than Kim.
Indulge me, my dear fellow Kossacks, while I make my plea. Because in my heart, I really, really need to help Kim and her family and maybe - just maybe - save Christmas for myself. I think this is the only way I can see doing it. More over the fold.