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Entitlement: The Silent Killer
January 29, 2009

Earlier this week, a friend e-mailed me an audio clip of a voice mail left at a bank in Lubbock, Texas, by a woman who had been notified her car was about to be repossessed. The woman, as you would imagine, was agitated. She angrily reprimanded the bank for not understanding she wasn’t rich. That is — she wasn’t rich yet. She ended the voice mail by proclaiming this year she WOULD be rich because Barack Obama was now president.

Photo illustration: Everett Bogue; Photos: Getty Images, iStockphotoPutting aside the sad fact that it would appear a segment of society presumably voted for Obama under the belief he was going to give them the keys to Fort Knox, this woman is a prime example of the entitlement issues plaguing the world today. This is the year she finally gets to be rich.

I first became aware of this wave of entitlement when I became a teacher a few years ago. Students who did not pay attention in class, misbehaved and didn’t study felt they deserved passing grades. Their parents felt they deserved passing grades, too. More than one parent-teacher meeting was spent discussing what the teacher was going to do to help little Johnny pass instead of what Johnny needed to do. I refused to play this entitlement game, stated so, and soon retired from teaching.

These days it’s impossible to throw a rock out a window and not hit an individual who believes he’s entitled to anything and everything (including everything you own since you just “assaulted” him with a rock). A finance article, of all things, expressed my thoughts perfectly:

(The) relationship between optimism and hard work has been lost in some quarters, thanks in part to the self-esteem movement, which gave everyone a trophy regardless of his or her effort.

The recent season premiere of ‘American Idol’ provided an example. One of the men who auditioned, Randy Madden, dresses like Axl Rose but works as a salesman in a cubicle (calling himself “a rocker in a box”). When he met the judges, he admitted to having no musical training and never playing in a band, and then proceeded to butcher my favorite Guitar Hero song, Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer”. He teared up for the camera, proclaiming, “I just want someone to tell me I’m great.”

Here was a man utterly unprepared to get the thing he wanted — so he simply decided he was entitled to it, demanded it, and set himself up for a rather spectacular fall. He is not unlike those who took out mortgages they couldn’t afford, cashed out and squandered their equity, piled on credit card debt and home equity loans, then teared up, proclaiming, “I just want someone to tell me I’m rich.”

None of us are entitled to anything unless it’s specifically stated in the Bible or U.S. Constitution. And neither the Bible nor Constitution state we are entitled to be rich. Neither states we deserve a trophy just for playing the game. You want to be rich? Work for it. You want a trophy? Practice, get better and earn a trophy.

You want your car not to be repossessed by the bank? Get off your butt and stop expecting riches to fall from the sky and into your lap.

Of course, if Obama really does end up handing these people buckets of cash, boy is my face going to be red.

And with that, I’ve met my quota for “serious” posts in 2009.

My quota? One.

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