We are 5% of the world’s population, We use 55% of the world’s resources.
Should we not. Perhaps do not disserve to be so greedy. Or maybe the rest of the world should come out of the dark ages to grab their share. Maybe it would get us closer to developing space trucks and equipment to mine other planets for the raw material we need on earth. May sound far fetched, but it will come. For a reason, the earth has only one renewable resource, which is wood.
Genetically, dark is dominant over light. There have been twice as many white people slaughtered, abused and taken as slaves by dark people, than dark people taken as slaves by whites. Happening thanks to the Asian Mongols having a secret weapon. Being on the massive Asian steppes they bred horses. That gave them mobility. Something the Europeans did not have. The Europeans had to come up with a defense. There is no castle in Europe that is not within sight of another castle.
When the invasions by the Mongols or Muslims began, the whole town moved up into the castle after the light signal made by a fire flashed across Europe. Anyone visiting a castle will quickly see why a castle could not be broken into.
At one point or another every country in Europe had been a world power. Even tiny Portugal. The exception was Germany. A little fly in the ointment for them. A very ferocious fly called America. Spanish the biggest. British the smallest and weakest. They had to come with the best of the best. They succeeded and built the strongest of all the empires the sun never set on.
The same techniques that built empires rich people use to get richer. Of course there are exceptions to every rule, but basically, more fly’s are caught with honey than vinegar. America being the greatest in history with that doctrine. During a recent conversation that got into WW11 I made a comment about how much larger Germany was before the war. The Russians for one grabbed a big chunk. What is now Kaliningrad was a major German port in Prussia.
“And what did the US get?” my friend asked. “Nothing” I answered. Than thought a moment. “Come to think about it, the US got the most. By not being greedy and mean, as the other countries were. Germany and Japan are our most powerful economic allies. We may have a few too many wasteful people but American companies burn the midnight oil to control waste. If they don’t, the competition will. Get the business and make the money. It’s that conservative survival instinct inbred in Europeans that built America. My own father for one example. Along with fifty million more. He did not arrive in America penniless. He owed $75 to a sponsor. At least we did own the clothes we were wearing and not a thing more.
Three years later, he was financially independent. Ten years, a multi millionaire. Anyone who doubts that can google Massachusetts Barnstable county registry of deeds. John and Gertrude Bauer. Just John Bauer is me. My wife at the time, being against making money, and dispising the Air Force, her head polluted with end of the world store up treasures in heaven nonsense, I could not trust her and put nothing in her name. Last I checked, the world is still here, sixty years later and she still lives in poverty in the little house I built her when we divorced.
My father’s record has millions in property deeds. Myself, by age 18, at least a million. Having two waterfront properties, one in the Blue Water Shores section and the other on Deer Pond. I paid no cash for either one. Worked them off from developers. Blue Water Shores piece sold for two million. I ran out of money at $100,000 and had to put a loan of $27,000 on it. The only mortgage I ever had. Totally against our culture to borrow money. When father learned of my loan he became quite perturbed.
I had a tab at Falmouth Lumber for $50,000. Along with Grossmans lumber, where I did not even ask to run a tab. When my bill came to more than I had, telling the cashier, the manager, Herb Kornbleit, overheard it and said “give him whatever he wants” I didn’t think the guy even knew me. Upon discovering, which I attempted to hide from my father, my debts, he paid everything off. He did not do so for me. He was not about to let a black mark get on his families name in his new country that had been so good to him. Easy enough to understand how he felt. The first paying job of his life, at age 40, came from the Queens Midtown Tunnel as a laborer, pushing a broom. Coming from being a slave on a Bavarian Monarchs plantation, where his pay was being able to use one quadrat meter of land, out of a couple thousand hectares the Monarch owned, to grown his own cabbage.
Germany had a caste system, still does actually, but dying, to rival all European countries and china where one is and will be there for the rest of his life all dictated by the name he was born with. In Germany, anyone with Von in his name is the elite and anyone putting it there without it being in the bloodline will get prosecuted. Like for one example; General Von Paulis, the brillient strategist who pulled off miracles, got blasted.
Going from slave to millionaire in my lifetime. Only in America. Someday I may learn the American definition of the word injustice. Have heard the word many times but still have not been shown one single example of it. There is one great thing that Bavarian peasant slave had going for him when he began to battle all the injustice in America.
There was at least one thing that comes to mind. However, given his name; Bauer, being the lowest on the German totem pole, he was not allowed to attend school. What good is a person unable to read and write his own language, never mind English, and worse, his only skill, tending cows and growing cabbage, to an American company. To identify the slave plantation in German needs only an N on the end of my name; ‘dei bauern’ He did have a day job also. In the Montiviori hospital. Making beds. Getting paid less than half the going minimum laborers wage. His first lucky break in America. No minimum wage laws then. If there were, he’d have had no job. Then, he had the next break. He did not need anything. He had his freedom. Way more than enough for him.
There is one little detail about making money few Americans are aware of. Hard work does not make money. To be a dedicated conscientious hard worker is commendable but that does not make money. Education is marvelous. But it does not make money. If it did, there would be a lot of rich college professors. And from what I hear about what they teach our youngsters, I need to question their intelligence.
In America, it’s money that makes money.
I had about 16 uncles and a dozen aunts. They all made it to America. All blue collar skilled machinists, engineers, well paid factory workers in Detroit. Their combined total assets did not come to 10% of my fathers, not even mine. My uncles preached to me all the time about training for a good factory job. Well meaning of course, but did not turn out to be the direction my life took. And my poor father could not even count to a hundred. Did not know how to read a ruler. I had to do all his interpreting in business. Trying to explain anything to him about lawyers, deeds, title searches would have been useless. I had just turned 15 when I needed to address a town zoning meeting to plead our case for business zoning on a ten acre main street property. Perhaps the deal that popped my father up to the sixteenth largest taxpayer in town. Anyone interested enough to learn the step by step sequence that led up to being number 16 can read my book. And my father probably the least successful of the people who came from the same background. He did not possess the same money making acumen of say the Jews who came from even worse conditions. My father had no plan. No dream. Did nothing with any intentions. All he wanted to do is find enough ground to grow enough cabbage to make sauerkraut. And indeed. For about a year, we had sauerkraut for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So it was not really he that made him rich. It was America that did it. So anyone reading his story should do much better with a deliberate plan.
Right now I’m in a truck stop. The best internet around. There most of the day every day. Whatever I buy I take n change, even if it’s a $9 buffet meal I flipped a twenty in for. At the same time, take the gril off the ice machine to scoop up the ice that people dump out of their cups when they put too much in. I cant stand seeing the ice go to waste. I was in McDonalds at I-95 and SR 520. Miss Kelly, the manager can verify this. A customer came out of the men’s room screeching about the floor being wet. “Don’t give it a thought Miss Kelly” I said. My truck happened to have the tools and a wax ring in it. I fixed the leak. Can’t count the number of times I’ve heard the water running in a public bathroom, took the tank lid off to adjust the plunger, unable to stand anything being wasted. Miss Linda Polanski, owner of the Clay hotel on Miami Beach, where I have a permanent little cubby hole for a room when I get to the beach. When I passed her office one day she yelled for me to come in. “Every time you’re here my water bill takes a plunge. I’m beginning to think yu have something to do with that.” I assumed she was insinuating I do something to jimmy the meter. I would not tell that every time I hear water running I track the leak down and fix it. Not doing such things for a pat on the back, I do it for me.
At one point a Wendy’s employee in the truck stop tells me I cannot take the ice. I paid no attention. A couple days later she tells me again. Bothering me is her having no conception about not letting the piles of ice going to waste, despite me telling her I don’t want the ice going to waste. People of her type have a different set of values. To them, a boom box playing RAP disks and renting jacked up car rims is more important than saving money to invest in something that can make money. If that’s what someone wans. Fine. We live in a free country. But then don’t complain about other people having money and some kind of injustice being the reason for not succeeding. No one is entitled to anything, for any reason. And it further bothered me that it did not occur to her that for being spoken to as I was that I may no longer get anything from Wendy’s. I get everything from the Flying J side. So for a couple kopecs worth of ice she cost her company many dollars in sales. Here is a woman, on the IQ level, far above my father. No chance for her to ever become financially independent never mind rich. It all happening for him just because he could not waste anything.