Pride v. United Nations

My Japanese phone goes off at 5:00 A.M.  Annoyingly I'm awake. I force myself out of the Chinese sheets and comforter and step on to the cold wood floor from where I don't know. I grab a shirt and jeans together a 14 hour direct flight over the polar ice caps and a t- shirt from sunny Nicaragua. I’ve been around the world and haven’t left my bedroom.  So many of the products that we own aren’t from America and yet we wonder why unemployment is so high. Where has America’s pride gone?  Overseas to countries where it costs a fraction to produce. America claims that our pride was once in making some of the finest products that won us the World Wars. How much of our pride must we sell, discount, and give away until we say enough is enough?

Exiting the bathroom after washing up in the American sink, but only able to work it with Taiwanese faucets, I head into the kitchen.  The fridge and the dish washer are illegal immigrants one from Mexico, the latter from Canada. I wonder if our immigration policy will send my units back over the border. The toaster, microwave, and kettle still use a Chinese to English dictionary in order to make my food.  They have been here for at least 10 years I doubt they need them anymore. But why aren’t there more products with the label made in America? The issue is this sense of entitlement.

If you ask most kids what they want to be when they grow you will get a variety of answers; police, firefighter, business man or woman, the occasional president or celebrity. No one aspires to be a factory worker. Why? After WW2 it has become grunt work: the work of immigrants and the lower class. We are simply at the point where even the lower class is saying they don’t want those jobs.  So what do companies do they ship them overseas. And once you have seen that astronomical profit margins by sending your business overseas you won’t go back.  Forget the profits and remember the people. The millions of people without jobs while other countries profit over our laziness.  Hey I don’t mind having a house with products from enough places to hold the United Nations, but tell that to the families of those now out on the streets because there services were no longer required.