Class can’t be bought

If morals and values jump off the bridge will you follow? I thought you had more class, class. Can’t any word stand on principle any more?

Maybe you don’t receive the attention you once did, but neglect is no reason to cave in to peer pressure. Think of it this way. Few people deserve you these days. Appreciate being special, reserved for the best. Don’t stoop to their level and sell fake versions of you.

Dress limburger cheese in French bread and it will still stink. Cover wool shorts in silk and they will still itch. Put a redneck in a castle and he’ll still fart on the sofa and a fool is still a fool even if you type his name on a mail-order degree. Call a man classy because he drives his kids to school in a Mercedes instead of a Ford and you have the same stinky, itchy, fool. The only ones impressed are other people who have squandered their fortunes on trappings. There’s a word standing on principle. Trapped is a perfect description of where these people end up. Trapped in an endless game of deception.

I appeal to you to hold out. Demand payment in character, not dollars. Class can’t be bought.