The Eighty Six Year Gap

By James Saffel

The great depression of 29 and why it continued, because of the lack of camaraderie between industry, capital, management and labor the ingredient's you have to have to make the system work. When did it end? Well, it didn`t end, in 1939 president F.D.R. made a moratorium, a suspension of any strikes or negotiation because of the war in Europe, his hope was to keep us out of the war. We would keep Europe supplied with the tools of war. It didn't keep us out of the war, after the attack on Pearl Harbor we realized we could be reached and declared war. More than 11million men would serve and return home as the factories begin to shutdown down, there wouldn`t be enough jobs for our returning men. The unions wanted president Truman to release the moratorium and when he did under pressure the inflation rose 25%. The government realized there wouldn`t be enough jobs and decided, education was the problem, this lead to the great education explosions. We would lose 3 generations of our children to LSD and the hippies movement. Today we have only two large employers the prevailing wage workers and the educational, all dependent on your taxes both with union ties while the gap workers lay dormant. And yet today we still think education is the way to create jobs while our infrastructure is crumbling along with creating more people living in poverty and on welfare as a way of life. There is a way to fix this, the round table and look eye to eye, to each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643002262

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The Eighty-Six–Year Gap

James E. Saffel Sr.

Photos by E. M. Kastner

ISBN 978-1-64300-225-5 (Hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-64300-226-2 (Digital)

Copyright © 2018 James E. Saffel Sr.

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Wages, Pensions, Poverty

Eighty-Six–Year Gap

You can’t see them, but the bread lines are still there.

1937 Akron, Ohio Breadline

I was with my grandfather, when this picture was taken and as a six year old, scenes like these made a significant impact on me. Today you can’t see breadlines nor unemployement lines, yet they still exist. We don’t see them like the public lines visible across the country in the days of this photo, because you can sit on your couch and apply for your unemployment or food debit cards. The meaning is the same these people are out of work.

Quotations and contributions

The

American

Presidents

Published by, The Reader’s Digest Association, Inc. 1996

Copyright by Nelson Doubleday, Inc. 1993

My Son Mr. Jody T. Saffel

Ms. Patti Williamson

Pension reform. Time to means test COLAs

By Mr. Ted Dabrowski

Introduction

The story begins when an eighty-six-year-old man, while writing at his desk, collapses and ends up in a hospital in a state of coma. After about a month he hears a voice talking about a book. While he is unaware, the voice is his own. The voice starts out talking about the great depression of 1929, touches on the wonders of nature and the planet, we seem to care so little about, makes references to Caesar’s depression of 37-68 AD, onto Nero and King Arthur, where the wage gap began, on to the 1930’s then to 2017. The voice doesn’t engage into the thousands of stories that have come about over the eighty-six years yet touches on his childhood life, but hits hard on the causes that result in the fact that the Great Depression has never ended.

The prevailing wage, with all its greed and power, that guarantee their existence, and that they are the leader of the great wage gap. The great educational explosion in our country that emptied the SSI trust fund twice, with their open-door policy and their blotted pension system that is about to collapse our whole educational system. Putting our children in debt for an education with tunnel vision, along with Wall Street and private investors being more interested in their monetary gains, by investing abroad and not in our own country. The labor turmoil of strikes, lockouts, and walkouts. The causes that create more poverty and more welfare, while our infrastructure continues to collapse.

We are creating more poverty and welfare each day. Our children cannot see any light at the end of the tunnel. It’s for our children that I am writing this book.

The Beginning

Late in 1943, President Roosevelt acknowledged the Depression had ended by the war, and added, It seems pretty clear that we must plan for, and help bring about, an expanded economy which will result in more security, more employment, more recreation, for our citizens. So that the condition of the 1930s won’t come back.

Roosevelt’s last words he wrote the day he passed away were The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today. Let us move forward with strong and active faith. He never finished writing what was on his mind. Did he realize that it really wasn’t over yet and that there would be a lot more work to do?

Suddenly, I felt very weak, I became motionless in a dark place. I could hear faint sounds and then feel motion at times, like something was pushing on me. This went on for some time, though I had no sense of time, or memory. I couldn’t feel my hands or toes. I couldn’t move, even though I tried. Nothing seems to make a difference. It became very quiet, then a very weak sound—a voice, but so weak I couldn’t make anything out, then nothing. Once again, everything quiet. Time passed on, though I didn’t realize it had been months.

How’s my dad doing, what do you think went wrong? We are not sure, we have ruled out a stroke. But we do know he is in a coma, but we don’t know just why. And as of late we aren’t sure of anything, we will keep an eye on him, we will give you a call if there is any change. Thanks, Doc, I’ll be back from time to time.

The voice started again, okay, don’t panic, what do you know, you are in a dark place, you felt something push on you, it gets rough and sometimes bumpy like you are traveling, going someplace, but where and why, maybe it’s all a bad dream, yet you don’t seem to have any memory, except of your childhood.

More time passed, again the voice, only this time it was louder than before and I could make out what could be words. As the voice begins to talk, I felt I knew what the words meant and that I could remember. The voice went on to say, You are going to have a chance to see life as it once was.

To see with your own eyes, the magnificence of the planet Earth, with a sky so blue, white puffy clouds aimlessly, floating in the sky with the sun rising in the east, in its entire splendor, then setting in the west, with even more splendor. The moon rising above, with a magnitude of millions of stars, forming patterns so majestically.

With the North Star to guide you to wherever you want to go, to keep you safe from ever being lost. The magnificence of water that kept the earth alive, for life cannot