不同年龄的无奈
Someone sent this to my mailbox. I decide to post it here. -- sunny
Got it from a friend. Some realities, some exaggerations. But for sure, the world has changed, not only for China, but for US as well. At the bottom, you'll find a "Tax Poem" from an American.
50-90 后的无奈
90后的无奈:
当我们出生的时候,奶粉里都有毒了,
当我们长身体的时候,只能吃垃圾食品了,
当我们要上幼儿园的时候,开始乱收费了,
当我们大学毕业的时候,毕业就是失业了,
当我想努力赚钱的时候股市倒了,
当我想努力谈恋爱的时候帅哥都成GAY了,
当我想追求一切流行的时候,又开始非主流了!
80后的无奈:
当我们读小学的时候,读大学不要钱;
我们要读大学的时候,读小学不要钱;
我们还没能工作的时候,工作也是分配的;
我们可以工作的时候,撞得头破血流才勉强找份饿不死人的工作做;
当我们不能挣钱的时候,房子是分配的;
当我们能挣钱的时候,却发现房子已经买不起了;
当我们没有进入股市的时候,傻瓜都在赚钱;
当我们兴冲冲地闯进去的时候,才发现自己成了傻瓜;
当我们不到结婚的年龄的时候骑单车就能娶媳妇;
当我们到了结婚年龄的时候没有洋房汽车娶不了媳妇;
当我们没找对象的时候,姑娘们是讲心的;
当我们找对象的时候,姑娘们是讲金的;
当我们没找工作的时候,小学生也能当领导的;
当我们找工作的时候,大学生也只能洗厕所的;
当我们没生娃的时候,别人是可以生一串的;
当我们要生娃的时候,谁都不许生多个的。
70后的无奈:
当我们出生的时候,奶粉买不到;
当我们长身体的时候,吃肉要靠票;
当我们需要信仰的时候,信仰崩溃了;
当我们需要理想的时候,理想泯灭了;
当我们需要精神鼓励的时候,我们被物欲世界包围了;
当我们要买房子的时候,福利房没有了;
当我们要上大学的时候,大学生贬值了;
当我们大学毕业的时候,工作要靠自己找了;
当我们要谈恋爱的时候,爱情也变成钱情了;
当我们生小孩的时候,小孩只能要一个了;
当我们要孝敬老人的时候,我们上面有六个老人。
60后的无奈:
当我们出生的时候,赶上了三年自然灾害;
当我们需要读书的时候,赶上了文化大革命;
当我们需要就业的时候,赶上了裁员;
当我们要养家的时候,国营卖掉;
当我们需要生育的时候,国家只让生一个;
当我们教育子女的时候,碰上了会说"外星文"的90后;
当我们需要人照顾的时候,碰上了只会让人照顾的90后。
50后的无奈:
当我们出生的时候,新中国还没有个样儿;
当我们长身体的时候,饿得"三根筋挑着一个头";
当我们需要上幼儿园的时候,只能跟着父母到田头;
当我们长身体的时候,碰上了"三年困难时期";
当我们上小学的时候,小学生都是大知识分子;
当我们上中学的时候,赶上了大串联;
当我们正上学的时候,碰上了"文化大革命",
当我们该工作的时候,碰上了上山下乡,
当我们谈恋爱的时候,还只能靠介绍;
当我们结婚的时候,只能两张床一并靠;
当我们工作正起劲的时候,碰上了下岗;
当我们老了想享享福的时候,碰上了啃老的80后!
The Tax Poem
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts
Anyway!
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his a$$.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid.
Put these words
Upon his tomb,
'Taxes drove me to my doom...'
When he's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, and our nation was
the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest
middle class in the world, and Moms stayed home to raise the kids.
What happened? Can you spell 'politicians? '