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I don't mind paying for roads, parks, police, fire, ambulance. I do mind being taxed to pay for teachers who are so good at their jobs that among industrialized nations, America ranks last or near last in the education level of its children. Last in math and science. GREAT job, teach. I do mind being taxed to pay for people who are atrocious at
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I don't have to decide whether or not I'm worth my salary. My boss, and my boss's boss, do that for me. And yes, they think I'm worth my salary. I know that because I still have a job. And since their name is on the line if I don't perform, I know that they're tough evaluators. Can you and your boss say the same? What incentive
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Here's the fundamental disagreement between the two of us. I think everybody should get paid what they're worth. You think that people like me should make less than we're worth so that people like you can make more than you're worth.
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All I really hear is some whiny woman complaining about how hard she has to work and how little money she makes. God your arguments are so tired. "I don't get a lunch period", "I make 37,000 a year WITH a master's degree" - how about a little cheese with that whine? Are you always this angry? Have you found a man willing
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Stop yourself. Just stop. Of the many disgusting things teachers do, the most disgusting is when one of you starts talking about how underpaid and unappreciated you are. You get (the best) three months off every year, you work banker's hours, you get thirteen holidays, and only about one in twenty of you is good at your job and actually teaches
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I think the Pittsburgh Transit Authority, like Transit Authorities all over the country, is populated with lazy, semi-literate, chronic underachievers whose pay and benefits far outweigh the good they do for society. Ordinary people pay higher taxes so a bus driver can make $100,000 a year and retire on $75,000 a year. Are you kidding me? I say cut
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What I find funny is how persecuted smokers feel. You have no more right to pollute and stink up the air I breathe - and endanger my health in doing so - than I do to walk over to your table and dump your dinner on your head. Stupid people.
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At long last, I do not have to be a victim to the stupidity of other people. You want to kill yourself, fine. Do it at home. Don't stink up my air.