This is not a diary. This is a primal scream.
'At this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge, ... it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir.'
'Are there no prisons?"
'Plenty of prisons,'...
'And the Union workhouses.' demanded Scrooge. 'Are they still in operation?'
'Both very busy, sir.'...
'Those who are badly off must go there.'
'Many can't go there; and many would rather die.'
'If they would rather die,' said Scrooge, 'they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population."
After struggling with medical crises and recession-related lost income, Susan amd Robert Gerke though they had jumped through every hoop that their bank, CitiMortgage, required for them to get a loan modification...
They made 11 trial payments on time, sent in paperwork as requested and stayed in close touch with Citi. So it came as a rude shock when the received the foreclosure notice...
"I just feel blindsided" Susan Gerke said.
The house is scheduled to be foreclosed upon Dec. 29th, leaving the family of four -- the Gerkes, their 22-year-old autistic daughter and Susan's 86-year-old father, who has Alzheimer's disease -- without a place to live.
-- San Francisco Chronicle.
Fuck you CitiMortage, and all your ilk.
And fuck everyone who continues to make it legal for you to do these things, and everyone who continues to support keeping it legal for you to do these things, and everyone who is perfectly happy to spend trillions of dollars on war but not a penny more for the sick, the homeless, and the unemployed.
Now I will go eat my Thanskgiving feast in my well-heated, un-foreclosed-upon home.
That is all.