Responsibility Dialogue

What’s the cure for this disease?
You’re asking me?
Yes. And stop answering with a question. That really drives me nuts. Do you understand?
Well – wasn’t that a question?
Yes, but…
You get to answer the questions with questions. So why can’t I?
Because – I am the one who is supposed to be asking them, right?
Right? What gives you the right?
Can you just answer the question?
Which one?
The first one. What is the cure for this disease?
You’re asking me?
Look.
Where?
Stop it.
What?
You know what?
I…
What’s the cure?
I…
I…
… don’t know.
What do you mean you don’t know? You started this whole thing.
Did I?
Yes.
They did. Not me.
So, you’re not responsible?
No – No.
So. Who is then?
Responsible?
Yes. Who is responsible?
These questions are hard.
Life’s hard.
Yeah, but…
It just keeps getting harder.
How?
Take some responsibity.
Responsibility?
It used to be the norm.
Responsibility? Getoutahere!
No seriously. When men were still men, and not these namby-pamby, pantywaists obsessed with six-pack abs and designer enemas, men did such brazen activities as honing up to it.
Honing?
A little archaic – true, but it meant bearing the brunt and ramifications of what they had done – both good and bad.
Bunt and ramming – I don’t get it.
Ah! A good example would be your general lack of understanding.
I blame the teachers.
Why?
I don’t know. Maybe my parents.
Why?
Well they were the one’s responsible for teaching me.
Teaching what?
These are hard questions.
Life’s hard.
Getting harder?
Yep.
What about your type 2 diabetes?
Fast food restaurants. McDonalds, KFC… I am hungry.
Restraint. Try it.
Retrain?
Restraint - it means to wait or to hold back. And this case I am refering to your need for instant gastrological gratification.
My what? Man am I hungry. Can you spot me a few dollars?
You have no money?
No money. Right!
Why?
Those evil credit card companies. They...
They what?
They keep taking it.
Well - you know that big screen television.
The one that hangs in that rat shack you call a home? Yes.
I bought it. And now...
ANd now what. Who bought it?
I did.
How did you buy it?
This credit card.
And you bought it?
Yeah.
With whose money?
Well - mine eventually. I mean - come on, it's a monster HiDef television.
So?
I have to make the payments, and if I want to watch the dang I have to get HiDef capable cable or satellite. And that costs -
So?
That cable company they keep threatening to shut off my cable programs if I don't pay - so I pay, and then I have to pay for my TV.
Why did you get such a big and expensive TV?
The neighbors -
The neighbors? Really?
Yeah.
Your neighbors just got foreclosed on.
Those greedy banks! Taking property that does not belong to them.
Really? How do you figure?
Ummm.
Your neighbors signed a note saying "in good faith" that they would pay to the bank a monthly fee called -
A mortgage.
Right. And they defaulted.
Well, their rate jumped.
Adjustable rates do that. They chose to get in at a nice low rate, in the hopes that it would go even lower. It did not pan out. They too much house and invested in a gamble and lost.
Yeah, but...
You ever go to a casino?
Yeah. Vegas baby!
Who always wins?
That depends.
The house always wins.
But...
Always! When you gamble you are taking a chance against "the house".
And they always win, right?
Right. Those people who lost an entire life savings on Wall Street?
Hmm. I lost a lot too.
There are those little words near where you place a signature that state that there is no guarantee that you won't lose it all.
I did not see those words.
Small print.
Yeah. Alot of small print.
Didn't read them did you? Well - had you read them you may have realized the risk. And perhaps realized that there are no guarantees on Wall Street, at your job if had one, and you home and...
Stop!
Do you understand what I am saying to you?
Yes!
Tell me.
I am fat, because I am a lazy food junky who has never held anything heavier than a 40. I am broke and in hock becasue nothing I have I bought with my own money. I don't have a life because I am in so much debt that I can hardly see straight. I lost my money in stocks and am a big fat baby becasue I was too dang gone stupid to understand the small print.
Should I feel bad?
No. It's my fault.
You are responsible?
Yeah.
It'll be okay. By the way, I have this bridge you see and it...

For America - It's not GW's fault, not Clinton, Reagan, the other Bush - nope it's yours. You spent, you trusted, you lounged, and it all grew like a mold, until it encompassed the country. There is an old saying from a great book discounted today because it's hard and mean. It says that if you can not take care of you, someone else will. Thank you America, someone else is now in charge and it is no longer you.