Several teachers I know have second jobs. One works in construction. Another moonlights as a vendor at an entertainment venue. A third, hotel concierge. I can’t speak for them, but I doubt they live high on the hog — as my family does not. The construction worker? His toddler has leukemia, so surely that contributes, in the absence of a national healthcare system. Meanwhile, I hold down three jobs (one full time); dumpster-dive and do product-testing for food, toiletries, and appliances; and my partner and I pay 45.5% of our income to rent a small apartment, another 14.4% to storage, about 6.5% to utilities, 10% to auto and groceries, and some 50% to medical/student debt (including for an incurable nervous system disorder). Yep, that exceeds 100%. And so, you see, there is precious little affordability, and certainly no getting ahead, no American dream. Just toiling until you fall, gratefully, into death’s loving embrace. It's no wonder that images of guillotines are popping up everywhere. As we the people struggle and seethe, the drumbeats of, by, and for class warfare surge.