Debt Counseling Crusade - American Debt Counseling Programs

American Debt Counseling Programs- What Every True Blooded Liberal Needs

Racism, Class and the schism that divides

Maybe I grew up in the suburbs and my parents are ex-hippies who now drive a BMW and a Volvo. Perhaps the extent of my experience with people of color is hanging out with that foreign exchange student from Ethiopia. But now that I'm in college I'm pissed off and I'm going to do something about it. Debt has been exploiting the downtrodden for way too long. Between the World Bank and the World Monetary Fund third world countries continue to be exploited at the hands of that horrific fascist pig Pres. Bush. I'm angry and I'm heading to Barney's to spend some money. I'm not going to wear fur but if it was made in Pakistan that is OK- even us crunchy liberal types have to enjoy some decadence too. If it becomes a big problem I'll just seek me some American debt counseling.

I'm sick and tired of those capitalist pigs sucking all they can get from us. A good American debt counseling program will help me declare my independence from the system. I have never had to work a day in my life but I imagine that it must be really difficult and tiresome. In the spirit of non-conforming I am going to dye my hair pink and get my nose pierced then I can play ultimate frisbee with my bohemian buddies and we can smoke some grass man. Afterwards I will take them out to eat and charge it to my dad's credit card. After he is busted for insider trading and his secretary leaves him and my mom becomes a crack-whore I will seek debt counseling. I'm not afraid to rub elbows with poor people.

This life is sometimes hard. Sometimes the mall has no Origins store and you have to settle for Bath and Body Works. Sometimes my dad makes me clean my room. But with the help of all of you equally exploited people of the world I can do something about a system that continues to destroy the working man. I choose to begin with American debt counseling programs and do something before it is too late. Apathy sucks. My mom and dad tell me stories about the sixties and I wonder whey they have traded their patchouli for Brooks Brothers. Whaaateverrr!