Financing ,Fury, Fatigue

[James Staples]

FIRST OFF-  I am Furious.  But most importantly- It Is My Fault. Ultimately can't blame anyone else for poverty but oneself. But Truthfully- few things are lower in humanity than Rich People saying "Come to me instead of the bank, We'll help you 'achieve your dreams!!"  At this point,  I cannot imagine what it would take for me to hear or see the words;  FUNDING FOR FLIPPING ,  without volcanic bile painting my house.

They are totally Bait and Switch- holloring vageires and ensuring "we don't go by credit scores..." BUT THEY DO. If your credit score is determined by the data beneath it-  then,they most certainly do go by credit scores.

All the "webinar (sales pitch) of the "Guy who was right where you were..."  hear my struggle so you can bond with me and in the end channel your cash and effort my way, are in my opinion criminally immoral. Just get up there and say " You wanna get rich like me, make sure your credit score is XXX, and also make sure all the reporting stuff under it tells us XYZ , because then we will know that you financially belong in the struggle free zone, not down there with the people who are subject to our boot heels".  You may not sell alot (of BS and Product)  but at least your are telling the truth.  All of these, "oh I struggled so hard, I was at my wits end, you would never believe how broke I was..." coming from people who have really never; lost it all through medical disaster, theft, con, whatever, where you are disabled, living in the back of a moving van with your wife and children, wondering just how and where to find something to eat. Begins to sound like a huge Insulting joke.  i remember hearing the guy who peddles Renatus membership. Poor guy struggled so bad, lost so much, living high off the hog on a salary per year which in my best day would take 15 years to save up if I had no expenses. He almost lost his $500,000 home, he had to pawn his Gold Watch ! how horrid can life be to someone???   but hey- $1900 and you might be bale to be where I am, again, someday.  If only I could tie them down to pick any one years of my last 33, betting anything he wouldn't make it 6 without looking a a rope or loaded weapon or heavy traffic in far unimaginable ways.

(Ok, venting and bitching is done. Back to figuring out how to take my $150 per month discretionary cash I use for food, and get myself out of this pallet grinder called life.)  And I will, luckily under no condition will i become anything close to what they are in my eyes, maybe that is what this is all for.