Silence peasants! Grand Duchess Megan McArdlebucks is explaining how to poor.

Nothing makes me want to take up power tools and start building tumbrils like the sight of pampered dickheads flapping their lips about what poorer people do and do not need, and will or will not like.

It’s not just that people like Ms. Kidz 4 Kannon Fodder have no clue who they’re talking about and still never shut up. It’s also that they think they’re entitled to speak for the less-fortunate because they can’t imagine a world in which the Megan “Renters should not be coddled with tenant rights laws” McArgles of the world don’t make those decisions for people who are poorer and therefore – in the tiny dungeon of their minds – less intelligent, less worthy, less anything.

In that world everyone would rather listen to a spoiled lotus muncher who has written about the joys of failing without understanding the amount of privilege that made their failures possible, than a person who repairs cars or manages an office or cares for the elderly or otherwise does something useful, because “everyone” to the world’s McArdles is a small universelet of equally useless and self-satisfied folk.

And they’re always so wrong in such bizarre and insulting ways.

I was going to compare her to the sort of upper class Victorian twit who decides that what starving street urchins want and need most is to work in her husband’s factory for 16 hours a day.

However, there are far more recent and real examples from these irritating guillotine dodgers.

Faux News bobbleheads, whose idea of an honest day’s work is lying like a rug, have been spouting off about how much people who aren’t Faux News bobbleheads love to work multiple jobs for years. Because America is the land of opportunity. To never sleep and work until you die!

But, according to someone who is far more destructive and a bigger waste of DNA than I am Jane Galt McArdle, people who actually have to work for a living also don’t want a job. Unless they have to work to get one (????)

Here’s First Nepotist I. Trump responding to a Faux Host’s question about the federal jobs guarantee in the Green New Deal: “What would she say to “people who will see that offer from the Democrats . . . and think, ‘Yeah, that’s what I want’”?

She replied:

“I don’t think most Americans, in their heart, want to be given something. I’ve spent a lot of time traveling around this country over the last four years. People want to work for what they get. So, I think this idea of a guaranteed minimum is not something most people want. They want the ability to be able to secure a job.”

The reason the reply makes no sense is – well, even if she is the smartest one in the litter, the baseline is still extremely low. But more importantly, I. Trump heard “People who work might be given something,” which triggered a panicked and reflexive NOPE! and gibberish about people wanting jobs. But not those jobs.

And of course, when all else fails they try to scrape up some cred by claiming they too have suffered like a commoner. In this very long twhinge, McArdle goes on on and on about how very broke she was while paying off her $100K debt for her MBA which she used to fail at starting businesses before she got the idea to blog as Jane Galt while working for a disaster recovery company after 9/11. (And she knows a thing or two about disasters, amirite?)

She ate ramen noodles, and her clothes were shabby guys! Can you imagine?

Now, this would all be very touching and relatable, if the story was being told by someone who had, you know, actually struggled. Not someone whose parents who had the ready to pay for a college prep education and a Latin college diploma. And – to the best of my knowledge – still have not disowned her.

(Even though would be perfectly reasonable to cut the cord. Can you imagine having someone like McArdle decide what will happen to you when you’re too old to fend for yourself? Yee-ikes.)

And there’s the niggling little fact that McGalt has the habit of stepping in it, being called out, claiming she was right, and finally falling back on odd claims such as gastritis-induced calculator malfunction. Therefore the moral of her tale (If I can do it, anyone can) rings smug and false. Just like everything else she does.

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