QUIT YOUR BITCHING!!!!!!
Grandpa didn’t have a $90 month internet bill, a $130 phone bill, seven app subscriptions at $72 month, an Amazon addiction for $200 month, he didn’t have Netflix, Paramount or HBO for another $112 month and his haircuts didn’t need a ‘stylist’!
I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.
Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.
Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.
It’s truth....God is Good, God is Great, I thank HIM for this day and everything I have!!
Their lives mattered deeply 🙏💔
Nidal Hasan robbed them of their lives, and took them away from their beloved family members.
December 3, 2026 at 1:00pm, Hasan will pay with his life as he stands before a firing squad at Fort Hood Army base in Killeen, Texas.
Roseanne Barr is back with a new sitcom, Meemaw.
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Eight years after ABC fired her off the Roseanne revival, she quietly wrapped an eight-episode comedy in Austin. She co-wrote it, raised the money from private investors, and ran it as a union shoot. No network or streamer has picked it up yet.
She plays the matriarch of a mixed-race family of preppers in Texas. The pitch, from the poster: a fiercely patriotic prepper grandma sets out to save America, take down a criminal empire, and throw her granddaughter the perfect bat mitzvah by any means necessary. Tagline: “God. Guns. Grandkids. And whatever it takes.”
It’s semi-autobiographical. Barr’s character comes from a liberal East Coast Jewish family, gets disinherited, and has to start over in Texas. She calls it more John Waters than a straight political show, and says she takes shots at both sides: “I’m an equal opportunity destroyer.”
Cast: Randy Quaid as her husband, Drea de Matteo as her daughter, Omar Gooding as her son-in-law, Doug Jones, and viral tween Indy Bugg as the granddaughter. Guests include Jon Lovitz, Tony Hinchcliffe, and Kim Congdon. Co-writers are Roseanne alum Allan Stephan and Adam Sandler collaborator Allen Covert.
Barr’s line on what she wants from it: family members who can’t stand each other in the same room, laughing, admitting they were all jerks, then getting a beer.
After a September spent mostly on the road, this one's a reminder that there's no place like home.
Music: "September Grass" from the album October Road
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