Tuesday, July 16, 2013 | 2:01 a.m.
I’m sick of the word entrepreneur. The current American glorification of this word as a solution to our economic woes and the key to America’s happy future is a powerful modern myth paraded as undeniable truth. The message is clear: If you do not have entrepreneurial DNA, you are basically worthless to our society.
America once had two magnificent hands. The first hand possessed creative might. Every day of our lives, we experience the creative might of the founders of Apple, Microsoft and corporations like Wal-Mart. It engulfs us. We worship it.
The other hand? That was the helping hand. It was the hand that taught the children, cured the ill, supported both the hungry and the needy, encouraged a living wage, aided the unemployed and honored the soldiers who fought our wars.
Earlier generations of veterans did not return to a nation who delayed their benefits and failed to pay tribute to their deaths.
Somewhere along the way, the helping hand was amputated, even became a societal pariah.
I long for the day when the phrase “helping hand” will not be forgotten by elected officials all over America and the word entrepreneur will not retain its immortal and immoral power.