$7.25 An Hour

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I don’t understand how anyone can argue, in good conscience, that $7.25 is what a man or woman should be paid for an hour of their time. 

For any job!

I’ve heard all the arguments against raising the minimum wage. The fact of the matter is that those are not starter jobs for high school kids.

The people making that wage are - on average 39 years old. Most are women. The majority of the people being paid such a paltry wage are supplementing their income by drawing government assistance.

Some are working two jobs to try and keep their heads above water.

There are so many people who are against raising the minimum wage who are worried that the huge corporations will raise their prices.

I stopped for a sausage McMuffin and a coffee the other day:

$6.45 

An hour of someone’s wages.

So, you see, the corporations are raising their prices every day.

More than an egg McMuffin...

...know what else has gone WAY up since 2009?

EVERY FREAKING THING!!!

Except...

...wages.

Wal-Mart keeps workers hours short so they don’t have to pay benefits.

Amazon certainly doesn’t want to pay $15 an hour.

Check the profits of those organizations.

I simply don’t understand how this is even a discussion.

40 years ago a CEO made twenty times more than his lowest paid employee.

Now it stands at 320 times more.

I can’t even fathom that.

Know what a man does when he gets a wage increase?

He spends it.

To eat, keep the lights on, pay a bill.

Know what that CEO does with his extra money?

Sends it away to somewhere where he won’t be taxed.

Makes him smart!

I listened to a senator brag about how he made $6.00 an hour at his first job but how he kept working and pulled himself up by the bootstraps and paid for college!

$6.00 an hour then would equate to $22 an hour now.

College costs?

Turns out he paid $875 a semester.

Same college is $10 grand a semester now.

Some day a politician will talk about how he’s all for the average American.

Then he will do something that might actually help someone who isn’t a billionaire.

I probably won’t live to see it.

But hey, sucks for the poor people, right?

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